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BASIC INFO

CHARACTER NAME: Roxas

SERIES: Kingdom Hearts

AGE: 16

BIRTHDATE: Unknown to him, but assumed to be sometime in 2147. He doesn't care to make up birthdays.

FACTION: Former: Project Yurei. Current: The Organization.

ABILITIES

Roxas has two 'Keyblades' (Oblivion and Oathkeeper) that Project Yurei gave when he began to advance ranks. He can summon them at will and dual-wield them like swords, which seems to be his favorite form of combat. Despite their bulky form and weight, his speed doesn't seem to be lessened any. This is probably related to the powers he uses less--the power of Light, and in a sub-form, something like telekinesis.

When provoked by a strong enemy, he'll begin using his element, even if it tires him out. He can glide at such a speed that nothing but a lens flare is left behind, although there is a short time limit on this due to the amount of energy it takes. He can make his Keyblades levitate, opening up a whole new field of attacks, including making them spin around in a circle, either as a shield or just to form a wide area of damage.

He can also assault his enemies by blasting blue energy spheres from his hands. This is his most draining attack, and really prefers not to use it. He would much rather rely on his natural speed and Keyblades if given the option.

PERSONALITY

Roxas' personality really depends on who it is he's spending time with, much like a warped mirror that offers a different reflection for everyone--usually a reflection they don't care for. This is most likely due to the holes in his memory, making his sense of self very fragmented and dependant on interaction with other people. In contrast, this makes him very defensive, and so he really chooses to not spend time with most people unless it's for a fight or a meeting.

What memories he does have are nothing to throw a party over, and so perhaps they have left him cynical. He has seen people reject and hurt each other, and when they don't do that, they're simply using each other. The strongest are the only ones who will get anywhere, and making friends makes you weak, so it's better not to have them. He wants his memories back. He wants to be whole again. He doesn't want to lose that chance because of one weak moment.

In order to defend himself, he can become very aggressive when threatened, able to taunt but preferring the more physical offense. In order to win, to do anything to win, he will attack without mercy, though by doing this his defense can be left bare. The same could be said for his verbal jibes, but rarely do people manage to upset him enough for this to be an issue. Only the barbs of his patched history could draw a real fight from him. Otherwise it's just passing the time.

To most he might almost seem dull, due to spending so much time thinking... Thinking of the past he remembers, or the past he doesn't. Thinking of the future he wants to achieve, and what he must do to get there. Even thinking of why he exists. Much goes on in his head, but he is still young, the child in him occasionally wanting out, and so he is no stranger to fun. Mild pranks are few and far between, but when they happen, you might find him nearby. Of course, he would prefer no one knew of this.

But even if he tries, he's not so great at shutting people out. Kindness is a rarity, and something he doesn't know how to handle. It's tempting to reject simply because of that unfamiliarity, but there is also that curiosity that draws him to it--the burning question of 'Why?' Why would people bother being kind to one another? What do they gain? Are they just stupid, or is there a secret reward that he simply isn't seeing? Maybe it's related to that pleasant feeling usually accompanied with it.

And so when it's offered, he can almost absorb it and return it in kind, smoothing out the mirror and letting someone see their smile for what it really is. Awkward, but beautiful.

HISTORY

→ 'Born' to The Sphere via a cloning experiment.
→ Caught in the explosion at age three, offering him abilities a toddler has no business possessing.
→ Attempted to run away from The Sphere at age 13 because they tried to control his powers with their creepy science.
→ Got caught by guards and shot by electropulse guns, leaving his memories fragmented and very much full of holes.
→ Left unconscious in a ditch due to the guards assuming he was dead, and later found by scientists from Project Yurei.
→ Decided to join Yurei in the hopes that they can help him regain some of his memories.
→ After two years of gaining no memories no matter how many ranks he climbed for such a young age, he was recruited by The Organization for his power over light-based attacks.
→ Fortunately unaffected by the second explosion, and as the war fizzled, he chose to stay with The Organization, as they made him feel more like an equal rather than a science project, despite him being the most recent and supposedly youngest member.

WRITING SAMPLE

Something was very wrong with this picture. He wasn't really sure why he existed... He wasn't sure where he came from or who he was supposed to be. But he knew why he fought, and that was to figure those things out.

He didn't fight to be a hero, or to save anyone. The idea had never really occurred to him, because who had ever saved him? Everything people had done for him was for their own benefit, and he very well knew it. He just didn't much care. By benefiting them, they were benefiting him--by offering him ways to increase his power, he was that much closer to finding out what he was supposed to be.

This... This was a waste of his power. He had no reason to fight thugs for the sake of some little girl. Who cared if they had stolen her skateboard? He didn't. Shouldn't. But still, for some reason, he fought. It wasn't even a challenge, really... If they had any powers, he didn't give them a chance to use them. They were running after five minutes. Cowards. What had he gained by doing this?

The young girl looked up at him, eyes wide to such a degree that he wondered if they were in danger of popping right out of the sockets. He really didn't want to be responsible for that--it definitely wasn't his style. It made him uncomfortable, just how she was looking at him like he was some sort of guardian angel.

Those didn't actually exist, despite what movies liked to say.

Roxas took a step back, offering her a silent once-over. It was clear that she was homeless from the stained and worn clothing, the fabric barely holding together at the seams. Either she was a runaway, or she'd strayed a bit too far from her family by mistake. Either way, she wasn't going to last very long on her own. He almost felt a twinge of pity at that. This wasn't his problem, but he was still butting in.

After offering him a lopsided smile with two missing teeth, she tried to reach for his hand. He immediately pulled it away, giving her a puzzled look. What was she doing? She was trying it again, apparently not intimidated by his attempt at a glower. Finally, she had his hand in her muddied grip, and she was pulling, clutching her skateboard in her other arm.

The girl was short, and so he had to lean over a little bit, now following without resisting. His own curiosity was once more working against him. Absently, somewhere in the back of his head beyond the muddled confusion, he wondered if his curiosity would get him killed one day.

There was her family...if it could even be called that. The guy looked too young to be her father... Probably her brother, or just an older friend. Roxas halted as soon as he realized what she was doing, her tugs now useless as he stayed rooted in the spot. He was not part of her family. That wasn't how it worked. Sorry, kid.

Somehow, he didn't need to speak for her to understand. And it was like he had broken her heart. He had only known her for not even an hour, and she was able to feel such a passionate thing? He was almost jealous as she shed tears.

Then she reached forward to hug him, and he stood there awkwardly, hoping the person-who-was-possibly-her-brother didn't take notice of them just yet. Not that he thought the older boy would really be a threat...but for some reason he didn't want to fight him. It would make this girl sad all over again, probably.

So after an awkward moment, he detached himself, only to find her smiling up at him again. Before he knew what was happening, she had snagged his hand once more, hooking their pinkies together in a tacit promise before turning and darting off towards her 'family'. They were living in a warehouse. Pathetic.

She had left behind her skateboard, and Roxas realized then what she had made him promise. He was smiling then, even if he didn't know it. It hurt his cheeks, but it felt good. The teen would never admit it, but he really did like smiling.

you only see what your eyes want to see

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