Post by sonofnothing on Jun 25, 2010 20:48:15 GMT -5
Name: none
Nickname: 'The prince', son of nothing, old cloak, fallen
Age: *appears to be in his kate forties
Race: nobody
Nobody Title: none
Power: Dark light; a type of energy that absorbs light. (Seems to be just as deadly to nobodies and heartless as it is to Keyblade masters and humans.)
Weapon: Imperious Dark(Data) orbs; two small floating orbs that the prince controls remotely. They allow him to absorb almost any mater in the form of data and store it in a near limitless digital space. The Data orbs are so saturated with he prince's dark light energy that they've taken its color, earning them the name of dark orbs. They allow the prince focus his otherwise chaotic and unpredictable dark light into deadly laser beams. They do however still allow him to absorb other forms of mater such as Keyblade energy for example.
Height:5"7
Clothes: He always wears a thick, gray, hooded cloak on him, the hood more often than not pulled over his face.
Hair: short and ragged. Messy bangs always hangs over the right side of his face; very light blond, almost white.
Eyes: Dark blue, reminiscent of the bottom of the ocean. His pupils are shaped like spirals. (you only notice it when you look directly into them though.)
Personality: closed and secretive. Silent by nature and visibly bearing the weight of his years on his shoulders. He doesn't really like confrontation if it can be avoided, but will mercilessly destroy anyone who persists in bothering him. He stands to the defense of any Nobody he sees in trouble.
Bio: A former member of the now nearly forgotten organization XII, his dejected shape is a perfect example of how greed and ambition can destroy a man. He holds the weight of his sins and his mistakes deeply in his eyes and lives the life of a hermit. He is quick to slap sense into any overly-ambitious youth and quicker to put down any rabid dog suppressing the weak. He does not, however, go out of his way to do just acts and only corrects them if they fall on his path, be they great or small. It is not clear what his goal is in life, if he even has one. Perhaps he is simply a sad, defeated and tired old man, walking the worlds and trying to make up for his sins until the day he dies and is allowed to rest.
Favorite line: The sharpened mind led by a blunt ambition will lead to a man's demise.
Nickname: 'The prince', son of nothing, old cloak, fallen
Age: *appears to be in his kate forties
Race: nobody
Nobody Title: none
Power: Dark light; a type of energy that absorbs light. (Seems to be just as deadly to nobodies and heartless as it is to Keyblade masters and humans.)
Weapon: Imperious Dark(Data) orbs; two small floating orbs that the prince controls remotely. They allow him to absorb almost any mater in the form of data and store it in a near limitless digital space. The Data orbs are so saturated with he prince's dark light energy that they've taken its color, earning them the name of dark orbs. They allow the prince focus his otherwise chaotic and unpredictable dark light into deadly laser beams. They do however still allow him to absorb other forms of mater such as Keyblade energy for example.
Height:5"7
Clothes: He always wears a thick, gray, hooded cloak on him, the hood more often than not pulled over his face.
Hair: short and ragged. Messy bangs always hangs over the right side of his face; very light blond, almost white.
Eyes: Dark blue, reminiscent of the bottom of the ocean. His pupils are shaped like spirals. (you only notice it when you look directly into them though.)
Personality: closed and secretive. Silent by nature and visibly bearing the weight of his years on his shoulders. He doesn't really like confrontation if it can be avoided, but will mercilessly destroy anyone who persists in bothering him. He stands to the defense of any Nobody he sees in trouble.
Bio: A former member of the now nearly forgotten organization XII, his dejected shape is a perfect example of how greed and ambition can destroy a man. He holds the weight of his sins and his mistakes deeply in his eyes and lives the life of a hermit. He is quick to slap sense into any overly-ambitious youth and quicker to put down any rabid dog suppressing the weak. He does not, however, go out of his way to do just acts and only corrects them if they fall on his path, be they great or small. It is not clear what his goal is in life, if he even has one. Perhaps he is simply a sad, defeated and tired old man, walking the worlds and trying to make up for his sins until the day he dies and is allowed to rest.
Favorite line: The sharpened mind led by a blunt ambition will lead to a man's demise.