Roxas, the Key of Destiny

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_{Alias: Silver.
Gender: Female.
Experience: I have been role-playing for around five years, though on and off. I would never say that I am the best, nor that I am perfect. I am neither of those qualities. However, I would like to think that I am an intermediate role-player. I also participate on other various forums.
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t h e B A S I C S
_{Name: Roxas.
Nicknames: Number XIII, Roxy, Rox, Shorty, and Squirt.
Alias: Key of Destiny.
Age: He truthfully has no age, as he is a Nobody. But, as he is Sora's Nobody, he appears to be fifteen.
Gender: Male.
Race: Nobody.
Alignment: Evil; Organization XIII.
Sexuality: Bisexual.}



t h e A P P E A R A N C E
Picture: [&. they all say that I look like you]
Face: Roxas from Kingdom Hearts.

Appearance:

Standing at five feet and seven inches, Roxas is easily a midget around other Organization members. His height rarely becomes a problem, though, as it sometimes gets him around obstacles. So it is more so of a plus. Even so, hearing other's comments do become annoying after a while. And he has pulled the Keyblades on certain members on more than one occasion. This feature also gave use to two of his nicknames, Shorty and Squirt. Many of the Organization members, as well as random people, do not think he is capable of anything. They make the mistake of thinking that, because he is short, he can not reach a said level. But Roxas can more than likely prove them wrong. In the end, his height is a very sensitive issue. He knows that he can beat certain adversaries. Also, hearing the nicknames makes his blood boil. Well, depending on the person who said them. There are rare exceptions.

A large mass of golden locks sit on top of the boy's head. Their design is rather irregular. However, compared to his Somebody, they are placed quite nicely. Or so that is his opinion. The hair always looks as if it is being blown by some unknown force. On his left side, his hair lays in a flat position, save for a few small spikes as you move closer to his neck. From the left to the right, spikes vary in sizes, flaring towards the sky and out to the side. It basically goes from a clean, straight cut, to a wild, obnoxious flare. Also, underneath the uprising spikes, Roxas has a few straight lines of hair that fall carefully into his face, creating an image of bangs to cover his eyes and forehead.

Roxas' face would give off a childish demeaner. At times, it does. For the most part, though, the boy keeps a dreadfully serious look upon his face. Striking blue eyes sit behind the soft golden locks. Average eyebrows seem to constantly stay arched or squinted. His nose is a medium size, or possibly small compared to some. Also, it is rare for the boy's lips to move from their straight line. That is, unless in an angered or disgusted fashion. Only few can make a smile appear against his face to give a kind or childish physiognomy. Being a member of the Organization, it is not easy to give a sign of emotion. And being the youngest also makes him more cautioned. Besides, Nobodies are not supposed to feel or understand emotions. Right? They have no hearts...-

A member of the Organization, Number XIII wears the traditional black trench coat. The clothing completely covers his body, hiding any and all features. The boy wears the hood whenever leaving the protection of the Organization, or when he knows he will encounter another person. The simple cloth separates him from the world, giving him a feeling of comfort and safety. A silver chain clips from one side of the hood to the other. The top of the coat also starts with a zipper that trails down the center to the bottom of the jacket, of which Roxas keeps unzipped from the waist down. The opening gives him more ability during battle Underneath the jacket, he wears a simple pair of black pants. And, to match the theme, black boots encase his feet

The only other clothing that he wears, which only Organization members truthfully see, are rather average. He wears simple shirts and jeans. But those outfits are only worn during the night or when wandering around The World That Never Was. Even there, he tries to keep the areas to certain spots. After all, wearing anything other than the uniform is wrong. Or so it appears to him. Not that he can not see why it would be weird, as they are Nobodies and should not worry about such random things. Still, sometimes they are more comfortable. And he really doubts that the other members constantly wear the jackets.

Lastly, though it is not really his appearance, Roxas always carries the Keyblades. They are what he is known for, and they give him a sense of individuality. Of course he is not the only Keyblade wielder. However, amongst the Organization members, it makes him feel important.

t h e F I G H T
Weapons:
[x] dual keyblades;

Being Sora's Nobody, Roxas was given the power to weild the Keyblades. He is often found using two Keyblades. However, when it does not dual in his favor, he can revert to one. But that is normally not the case. Also, though he has the ability to use other Keyblades, he tends to stick with Oblivion and the Oathkeeper. It is quite difficult to find the blonde without the two weapons. In fact, he would probably have to be unconscious for them to not be apparent. Even when threatened, or pinned, the boy always tries his best to keep a firm grip on them. The Keyblades are dreadfully important to the cause, as many of the Organization have mentioned.

Abilities:
[x] dark portals;

When trying to move from one point to the next, the dark power comes in handy. One does not need to use an outside source, such as a Gummi Ship, to go to another world. Of course all Organization members use the ability. There is nothing uncommon for Roxas to do the same. After all, it is better than roaming around and trying to find something. All you have to do is focus and create the portal. But the darkness is not always kind. On more than one occasion, he has had to face heartless within the depths of space. But that is only of his own clumsiness. Still, over all, it is worth the venture. Also, you can transport others with you, which is a plus.

[x] dual bout;

He turns to this coarse of action when fighting an impressive opponent. That, or when there are more heartless than he can possibly handle. The ability is much like the Samurai Nobodies, in the sense that Roxas attacks very quickly. But he is doing all of the work in this case. He runs at an alarming speed towards the enemy, slashing at them with the Keyblades. The act destroys the opponent, causing massive damage, if it is not blocked or somehow halted. The one problem with the technique is Sora; he is a fatal flaw, actually. As the other is the Chosen Keyblade Wielder, he can take the weapons from Roxas. And, with this close encounter, it is not difficult for the boy to take them.

[x] the light;

Using this ability, he can easily destroy or subdue novice opponents with no true attempt at all. However, fighting someone of his own caliber quickly escalates the situation. Even so, this mighty ability is useful. Roxas can increase his movement to an amazing speed. It is almost impossible for his adversary to see him, save for a flare of light. Also, quite significantly matched with his name, he can use thirteen shields of light in the shape of swords. He can also use the shields to cover the arena and blind the field with a white mist. While his target is distracted, he conveniently shoots blue spheres of energy at them, remaining within the depths of the mist.

[x] samurai nobodies;

Controlling the oddly shaped nobodies, who look like samurais, are not difficult to use. That is, for Roxas. He is, in a sense, their master. They are used frequently by the young organization member, if the Keyblades are somehow knocked from his hands, or there are too many opponents to defeat. And, when retreating, or trying to escape, he will use them as a last line of defense. The creatures carry two swords and use them well, like their master. In battle, they are found using the sheaths, too, in a combination of four weapons. Like many Nobodies, if not all, the Samurai Nobodies work in groups.

Magic:
[x] Curaga;

Where would he be without the spell? Probably dead, in all sense. Roxas uses this spell more than any of the others combined. This is probably due to the fact that, like Sora, he prefers to always play on offensive strategies. Being defensive never satiates his desires. Also, though he hates to admit it, he can be protective over his fellow Organization members. Well, certain members. They are all he has. Besides, after a long battle, or even during one, the feeling of the spell embracing him calms his nerves. The spell allows him to continue to fight, which is something he likes greatly.

[x] Fira;

Being close to the Organization's Axel, like a friend, he is around fire all the time. It is only natural that he understand the magic. Obviously he has to defend himself, too, at times, against the Flurry of Dancing Flames. But Axel has been a great help in Roxas' journey for strength and power. With the other's help, he has nearly mastered the technique. The spell creates a blaze of fire to hit the enemy, forcing a good deal of damage to the said person. Of course it is not as affective as the final spell, firaga, but he has yet to reach the final level. But, with heartless everywhere, there are plenty of chances to improve and hone his skills.

[x] Reflect;

Roxas does a good job of reflecting combos and moves back on his opponents simply with the Keyblades. However, he has also learned the spell to reflect low class damage back upon someone else. This, as Curaga, helps the boy immensely in precarious situations. As he has barely begun the section of magic, though, he rarely tries it on difficult opponents. In fact, he only uses it on weak heartless. If he did use it on someone on his level, it would have to be as a last resort or death situation. Number XIII simply does not trust the ability just yet, as he has not even reached the second level with it.

[x] Blizzard, Thunder, and Magne;

He knows the basics of the other spells. However, unlike the other three, he never really uses them. But he will if they are logically useful. Certain types of magic work better with certain adversaries. If someone is in tuned to fire, Blizzard would fit best. Someone that works with water would find Thunder as a problem. And Magne, well, it does become useful from time to time.

Summons: Dual Keyblades and Samurai Nobodies.
Drive Forms: N/A.



t h e P E R S O N
Personality:

Like any normal teenager, he has a raging mind full of emotions. But that has never been normal for a Nobody. Right? Nobodies are not supposed to feel anything. They are supposed to be stoic and apathetic. Or at least that is the cover image of a Nobody. Everyone, no matter what world you go to, has the same outlook on Nobodies. In a way, though, Roxas is different. He has feelings. Then again, he has begun to question that fact: Do Nobodies really not have feelings? After all, he has friends, or he thinks he has friends. And he likes to believe that the other Organization members feel the same.

Trying to fit the casual look, he can come of as uncaring and unkind. He always yells and badgers the other Organization members in attempt to find common ground. Without fighting, the others tend to overtake him. Besides, being rude is also a means of protection. Roxas worries that he will get too close to someone. Being attatched, to him, is a very painful weakness. It is easier to avoid people. Whenever anyone tries to be kind to him, he usually makes some sly remark. But such acts are probably better for both parties, as neither would worry too much for the other. Then they would not do something stupid to protect someone, ending up in their demise. Also, it is simply too difficult and weird to show emotions. Many would see it as a weakness and take advantage of him. Or that is how he sees the world to be.

On the other hand, Roxas is truthfully a very kind and loving person. Expressing such feelings is the problem. And he can only act this way around few people. Those few he trusts deeply and cares about them. Of course he would never, ever admit it. Still, the boy can laugh every once and a while. This is who he has always wanted to be. He wants to show everyone how he feels. Who would not want that? Besides, being rude and hateful takes up a lot of energy. That is not to mention the fact that it hurts him too. He hates fighting with the ones that he cares about. Laughing and smiling just feels right most of the time. Why, he does not quite understand. But they do. And it is not hard to tell that being angry or sad hurts, as the feelings make his body ache, most notably in his chest.

With such feelings, there is curiosity. This emotion, Roxas has found, is the strongest. He questions everyone. He questions everything. Of course the questions may seem stupid or idiotic at times. But they mean something dreadfully important to the blonde. He wants to understand the world. Also, like all Nobodies, he wants to know his past. The boy will often be found questioning his enemies while fighting them, as well as after. He also finds himself wandering around at times, just to look around. The thought of possibly stumbling upon something that he remembers always floats within the depths of his mind. Everyone has to start somewhere, after all.

Roxas can also have quite the anger problems. In fact, if there were some sort of anger management (he simply takes it out on his helpful friend, Axel, who oddly understands him), he would need to take the course of sorts. When angry, the blonde can easily take his anger out on random people. His mind becomes clouded, and he forgets about other important things. It is as if the boy becomes an entirely different person. Then again, he kind of does, seeing as he would no longer care about anything. And this emotion is a plus and a minus to his fighting skills. His anger forces his power to the limit. Even so, as his mind is clouded, he forgets to pay attention.

On the idea of fighting, he can be aggressive. He never knows when to give up. Even if he gets a lot of damage, he does not think twice about falling under someone else. Losing is not an option. Because, if you lose, you really have nothing. No one will respect you. And, in the end, you really have no meaning in living. That is basically how he was raised, so to speak. Roxas feels as if it is his duty to win. So, coming back to the Organization with failure always embarrasses him and makes him feel unimportant.

Homeworld: Twilight Town and The World That Never Was.
Companions: N/A.

Background:

He was born from nothing. Or that was what it seemed, to him. All the blonde could remember was darkness. He was alone. However, in truth, he had recently been created from Sora's sacrifice. But the boy would not find that out until later on in life. It is odd, though, being created from an act so beautiful, but truthfully being something so terrible. After all, Nobodies are never meant to be. They are supposed to be overtaken and destroyed, as nothing of the sort should survive. Right? To fade back into nothingness...- That is their fate. Right? Thoughts finally began to form within the said darkness. Something had been created in such a short moment. A creature, known as a Nobody, was brought into the world.

Waking, it was all the boy could do but open his eyes. A bright light had casted into his face. That light...- To his memory, it had been dreadfully bright. Coming from nothing but cold and darkness was a drastic change. He felt the air moving around him. What it was, he really did not understand. Everything was so odd. Of course he knew what everything was. A Nobody is not simply created with no knowledge at all. However, feeling, yes, feeling was something new to him. Taking a deep breathe, finally, as he found it impossible to continue being conscious without doing so. Where am I? That question popped into his mind first. Still lying against the ground, which was oddly soft, he began to scan the area with his eyes. Grass was everywhere. That was obviously what brought the softness to the ground. There was also a large gate, locked shut. Another question had come to him that day: Who am I? Though he did not know it, that question would follow him through his days.

A man had appeared that day. Having heard the voice, he slowly stood up. The man was dressed in a black jacket with a hood, hiding any possibility of the boy figuring out his identity. Then again, it would have been impossible anyways. This man would turn out to be the leader of the Organization, Xemnas. Everything was moving swiftly for the young Nobody. He had only been born and a man was already questioning him, asking if he remembered his true name. How would he have known? But the man sidetracked the question and asked other questions. In the end, he asked if the boy wanted a meaning or a purpose. He wanted that more than anything. So, saying nothing, he nodded his head. The man raised his arm, forming a name with magic; Sora. The letters flew around him. When they finally stopped, a large X has been added to form a new name; Roxas. That was who he was...- Or that was who he would be."Roxas."

Roxas had no where to go, no where to return to. He was a Nobody. No one cared for him. So, following that very man, he learned of Organization. That was when he learned of the other's name and purpose. "Xemnas, the leader of Organization XIII?" He had actually questioned the man, even after the other had said the very words. It was a curious name to the boy, as he did not quite understand. Of course he had agreed to join, no matter what questions he had. After all, the group seemed to be his only true option. When the man heard his stupid question, or rather repetition of his words, he explained that he, Roxas, would be the thirteenth member. He would be known as Number XIII. All of this had been confusing at first. Then again, would it not have been for anyone? It was like being told to compute algorithms at birth. But he continued to follow the man, nevertheless.

That same day, he met another Nobody. Roxas had been sitting in Twilight Town, minding his own business, trying to figure out random things, when the other approached him. The two were on top of the Tower, the blonde sitting, legs over the edge, as the redhead stood. They were wearing the familiar uniforms. Looking over, he met the other member for the first time. Of course this specific Nobody was easily more hyper than he. Even so, the redhead was more than welcoming and had excepted him with open arms. He could not understand why. Still, it was comforting. And for the first time, he felt as if something was right. The blonde had stared curiously at the redhead. Giving no hint of emotions, he looked out to the city. "Number VIII?" He questioned, half way greeting the other Nobody. The redhead had merely grinned, of which he would notice a lot over time, and said to call him Axel. Axel then sat down beside him, letting one leg fall over the side while the other bent to make a resting spot for one of the older man's elbows. Reaching out an arm, he handed the younger a blue ice-cream. And that was where a beautiful friendship began. Or at least the boy desired to see it as such.

There were many days of fighting heartless. At first, he did not understand what they were, nor what they meant to the Organization. He also had meager abilities with the Keyblade. It took some time to even access the weapons. Unlike other members, it was difficult for him to call them. Why? There was another question he often asked. But no one could really answer him, nor did they appear to want to. However, some of them did try to help him train and figure out the secrets. Axel was always there to help him. In fact, the redhead saved him countless times against heartless. Not that other members did not have to save him, too. But his friend never ceased to come to his aide. The Organization never let him too far. And they never allowed him to go anywhere alone, unless on special occasions. Still, he would most likely find another member wandering close behind. Why they were so protective, he could not figure out. And Roxas would complain about this. Such fits would result in less members actually accompanying him. But the random spy never went away. In truth, however, the boy did not mind. It was nice, in some way, to have someone looking out for you. All he wanted to know was why...- Maybe it was because they did not trust him. He could not blame them there, as he was not all powerful.

At other times, when he did not have to fight, Roxas would venture off to Twilight Town. Few members knew where to actually find him, though they knew he would be there. After all, that was where he had been born. One member that could never be wrong was Axel. But that was not odd. The two had met there. Besides, it was as if the other could understand how he felt, as well as know what he was thinking. At times, he even wondered if there was some sort of magic about the other Nobody. Maybe he could read peoples minds?! No. That was ridiculous. And he actually felt the same about the man. He really did see him as his friend. So the two spent a lot of time on top of that Tower. It quickly became their spot. It was their way to get away from anything and everything.

Roxas trained over countless amounts of time. The Organization needed him, though they would not fully explain why. Of course this angered him. However, he did not want to let the group down. Beside other members, he fought against Heartless again. His skills grew. A personality grew upon the boy, unlike the other Nobodies. He began to have emotions and random feelings. Fighting, he learned anger. This was when another personality grew. Not wanting to let the Organization down, he never wanted to give up. Of course that got him into countless amounts of trouble. Not only did he get beaten up by his enemies, but Xemnas and other Organization members mentally badgered him of his ignorance. And they were right. No matter how hard he tried to shove the words away, he could not say that they were wrong.

The Organization never really answered any of his questions. When they did, they came up with ludicrous explanations. It was more than obvious that they were only going to lie to him. And though they did not know it, the questions actually made him even more suspicious. Roxas only wanted to understand what was going on. The random answers did not help. In fact, they only angered him more. He could not understand why the Nobodies would not simply explain everything. Still, as long as Axel was there, he always had someone to talk to. Then there was Demyx, of whom was dreadfully humorous. Well, sometimes. The blonde liked the stupid comments and jokes. Of course he would never admit it.

Spending time with other members was a constant thing. Even if he tried to sit somewhere alone, someone found him. Roxas did not mind certain people. But when certain Nobodies came around, he wanted to summon the Keyblades. Nothing would be better than smacking...- His thoughts always ended short. It was only the anger of the moment that made him want to do such things. And he sometimes let his emotions take over, actually hitting another, though not with a Keyblade and with his fists. But he would quickly be scolded. It was like being a child. Then again, he was a child compared to the rest of them. That factor also made him push to be stronger. He wanted to prove that he could stand on his own.

The young Nobody is still a member of the Organization. Even so, he continuously questions everything in the world and more.

Roleplay Sample:

Roxas laid silently in the bed. Under the warm covers, he flipped from one side to the next. Lately he had become quite restless. Nights were never quiet anymore. Or at least they were not for him. A soft sweat formed upon his brow from the action he could not stop. Not only could he not become comfortable, but he could not stop the raging thoughts within his mind. He was having a nightmare. And no matter how hard he tried, he could not seem to wake up.

An endless void of darkness swarmed around him. Squirming, he tried to summon the Keyblades. But the weapons would not come. They were mere feet away from him. He could see them. Within his delusional mind, he could even feel them. They were right there! Why would they not come to him? Was he not their master? They had to come. Even so, they did not even flinch. No movement came from the Oblivion, nor the Oathkeeper. Roxas could only look helplessly to his only hope. He could not even use magic. And struggling was not helping. If anything, it was making things worse. The darkness was like some form of quicksand. The more he tried to escape, the more it dragged him down. The danger was apparent. He could almost see his own death, in some odd way. It was a dreadful feeling. But he still did not want to call for help. Being his stubborn self, no matter how worried and scared he was, he did not want to call to anyone.

Heartless were everywhere. The boy could not look anywhere without spotting them. His eyes flashed from one space to the next. There was no opening, no possible chance of escape. Besides, he would have to get out before he could even think of attacking them. The little creatures did not attack him, though. They stood there. It was as if they merely wanted to taunt him. Closing his eyes, he tuned the disturbing creatures out. He hated to admit that he was afraid. Like any boy, he did not want to admit fear. Roxas wanted to be strong. Normally he could push thoughts and feelings aside. But being pulled into imminent darkness was not easy to tune out. You knew it was coming. More importantly, you could not even defend yourself.

Roxas forced his eyes open again. The heartless were still standing, moving slightly from side to side. They flailed their arms every once and a while. He could hear their laughter. Of course it was only within his head. Still, it tortured his mind. Also, once he had finally began looking around, he noticed that only his shoulders and up were above the ground. But he was still being pulled down. The Keyblades were still lying in front of him. If he could only call them, if they would only come, the darkness would dispurse. At the point in time, though, it was unlikely. The weapons were not going to come. He did not know why, nor could he understand it. But they would not come. The darkness was reaching his neck. He had to look up just to stay free. And that was when the survival instincts kicked in. "Axel!" The boy yelled his friends name as loud as he could. No one came. He continued with the act for as long as he could. Axel was the only one he thought to call for. No one came to mind.

The darkness was about to take over. With all his strength, he forced his arm upward. He felt like the pressure pushing down would break it. The forsaken weight was too much. But he still tried. He was not about to give up. "Axel!" He yelled, finally becoming unstable, his words shaking. Finally he was able to force one arm through the barrier. A silver lighning! Stretching as far as he could, he tried to pull himself out. That, or reach the Keyblades. It turned out that he was just short of reaching the needed items. And pulling himself out was not an option, as he had used most of his energy to free his arm. Finally the darkness completely submerged him. With his last image, he saw watched the heartless stare on curiously. Then, nothing. Nothing.

Opening his eyes again, a soft light emerged from the corner of his peripheral vision. He thought there would be nothing. He expected pitch black...- Roxas' hands were clenched tightly to sheets. He was under a warm blanket, of which he did not need at the moment. Where...? Looking around, he noticed he was only in his room. A nightmare. He concluded. Moving slowly, he turned again in the bed. Now laying flat against his back, he stared towards the ceiling. The bed had slight hints of sweat upon the cloth. The soft light was actually coming from a tiny lamp in the corner. But his thoughts were elsewhere. The ceiling had become the center of his attention. The design and indentations were the only thing traveling in his thoughts. Anything to get away from the nightmare...-

Raising his arm, he rested a gentle hand against his forehead. Roxas was not surprised to find a thick layer of sweat. Running his hand through his hair, he noticed the normally spiky design to be flat against his head. Smiling softly, he placed his arm against his chest. There was a layer of sweat there, too, which was holding his shirt against his chest. Why had he been so afraid? Was returning to nothingness that scary? After all, that was where he had been born. There should be no reason to fear such things. Even still, he found the idea terrifying.

It was only when a soft knock sounded at the door, that he turned his attention from the ceiling. Had he screamed in his sleep too!? He could not stop a groan from escaping his lips. This was too embarrassing. And, depending on the person, it could escalate even further. Roxas wanted nothing more than to remain by himself right now. Being alone seemed just about right...- But the knock echoed again. Sitting up, he mumbled under his breathe. "Go away..." He did not feel like talking to anyone. Still the persistent knocking! Getting up, rather angrily, he walked to the door. He opened the barrier between himself and the intruder, only to find someone that looked rather worried, if not scared out of their wits. "What?" He did not want to admit the nightmare. There was a chance that the other had not heard anything, and that he had not screamed. Because of that, he acted as if nothing had happened.

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