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| Demyx [I just want to believe that it's all still there.; That this won't fade like everything else.] | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 21, 2012, 9:02 pm (128 Views) | |
| Demyx | January 21, 2012, 9:02 pm Post #1 |
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you; name; (Sherlock~) contact information; (My email, momokiba94@yahoo.com, my DeviantArt, Cats-Eye-93, or my Skype, Eatingbagelslikeaboss (Sherlock). I am CONSTANTLY on Skype and check my email and dA every day, so you'll be sure to catch me at some point. other characters; (I also do Ciel and John Egbert~) basics; name; You know the drill, number IX, or Nine, Demyx, the Melodious Nocturne, and all that wonderful stuff. age; Approximately twenty, give or take a few years. When you're kinda dead, you really don't notice these things! occupation; Member of the Organization, mission-doer, level seventy six slacker...AND I'm a musician to boot! race; I'm a Nobody! But don't be hating on us, we do TOO have hearts! We just need to find them again! in depth; appearance; I...Don't see how this is very important for a job, but...I suppose... I'm about, eh, six feet tall, give or take a few inches. Shoe size, nine, shirt si-OH just APPEARANCE...Probably should've read all of this, anyways. Brunette hair. The longest pieces reach about down to my neck line. Though extensive brushing, styling (and okay, admittingly, a little bit of hair gel now and then) I appear to be the last man in existence sporting a mullet. But I make it work. People make fun of it, but I make it work. Stands up straight mostly, 'cept for a few bangs in the front I let fall. Sides are kinda flattened. Then the rest just falls down and looks neat. I like my hair! My eyes are aqua-green. And...that's it. Pretty normal. Peachy-tan skin, slightly gangly, pointy shoulders, but...oh Kingdom Hearts, this is getting awkward, describing my own body, I mean, really? Why do I have to describe myself again? ...No answers? Anyone...? Geeze, got more information in the Organization. ...Heh! That rhymed! Alright, well...OH! The coat. Right. I'm usually sporting a black leather coat, though I secretly think it's made of pleather; it is TOO comfy. It's got these kooky chains on them, a way-too-big zipper, and a ridiculous hood I almost never wear. I mean, it might mess up my hair! Screw the hood, I spent a while on my hair care. And this...This blue beautiful instrument is Darcy, my beloved Sitar. Look at how sleek her coat is! Look at how tuned her strings are! The bright paints! The blues, the yellows, the whites! The exotic sounds she makes! Her shape! Oh, she is a thing of beauty...It's so hard to take care of her after a battle though. She get scuffed up and battered and chipped, and it just takes AGES to repair! But when she's in her prime...Oh, I just sit around and strum around for hours... ...Wait, what were we talking about again? picture; ![]() Oh. Yeah, right. We were talking about me. personality; Well, I think I'm nice! Okay, admittingly, I'm a bit of a slacker. But work is so hard! I'd rather get the stuff I handle best and leave the rest to who handles THAT best but, apparently, that's "NOT FAIR" to everyone else. What a load a bull. I haven't seen the Superior work a day in his life; THAT. Is what's not fair. I'm a relatively easy-going guy. I don't really care about what you are and what you do and who did what. Steal twenty bucks from me, well what was I even gonna do with it? Borrow my coat without asking, that's just an excuse not to go out that day. Touch my music...Okay, we might have a problem then. But regardless. The one thing I don't get is why sometimes, people say I'm easily distracted, and go off-topic. I just don't get it. Like this one time, I was filling out this really weird application, and I was typing some stuff down, and Axel looked over my shoulders and told me I had no consistency in my writing, and I told him, "Well, your face has no consistency" and then...well, then he just kinda...left, why am I here again? Oh. Right. I guess I can't claim to be 'emotional', Heartless forbid, because it's been claimed that we Nobodies have no hearts, well I will argue with you on that, as stated before. I'm...A bit weak, if that's the right word for it? Well, in my past life, I was. Wait, is Superior watching? Do I still have to fake this entire 'Oh we don't have hearts' blah? ...Well, whatever. In my past live, I was told I was a nice guy. I never got all As in classes, I was a bit of a joker, and...even then a bit of a slacker. Life was easy-going, so I was easy-going. Not much else can be said... history; OKAY, so, ACCORDING to my contract, I'm not actually allowed to give away just anything on my past. I've got these stupid guidelines to follow, so instead of sticking to my life story, I'll just try to give you the gist of it. I was born in a location I'm not allowed to talk about. Fun. I lived in a place I'm not allowed to talk about. Really Xemnas? Ah. Here we go. Stuff I CAN talk about. I was pretty average as a kid, and as a teen. I wasn't an angel, no, we'll get more into that later. But I wasn't raised in an area where strange things happened. The Heartless didn't affect my life until a bit later. ...Alright, let's get it out there, YES, maybe I was a bit of a stoner in my past, but go and check out my room, I'm cleaner than a, put that down, I'm holding it for a friend...! ...You didn't...see that. So, afterward, I was just thrown into the Organization...No, wait, that is NOT what happened, I had to die first. I apparently got killed by some Heartless bros when I was nineteen, and woke up with my new mullet and slightly different color eyes on a beach next thing I knew it. Freaky, right? Anyways, this big guy in a coat came up to me with another coat, did this trippy ritual with lights and magic...I was too tired to take too much else in. But I got stuck with the name Demyx. I don't mind it. It just isn't my real name. Huh? What's my real name? Lemme check the papers, YEAH, no I'm not allowed to tell you. Figures. Alright, so after that, I got sent to my room. I've been trained by a bunch of elite 'Nobodies', or, virtually, empty shells left behind by the victims of the Heartless. Fine. I read that right out of the textbook. Whatever. Our goal is to get our hearts back, which I don't understand. We have our hearts SOMEWHERE, right? Since I've gotten here, not...much has really gone on. I was trained in combat, magic, and how to observe a location. I'm pretty good at recon, at the very least. I like those missions the most, which of course is why I am given them the least. It's a routine, get up, eat, (we do have to eat, you know) then we get told a mission by Saix, who is seven, but I guess he's second in command...? Yeah, I don't get it. Go out on mission, finish it in the time you're given, we sometimes have to write reports on them, and even do extra credit! Nu-UH! Don't think so. Extra credit is for people who want to do extra credit. And I'm not one of those people. We all get back pretty late, but living in a world in eternal darkness, you don't notice. We get free reign from when we get home till curfew, less there are chores to do in the castle, or something comes up. UG, I hate double missions and all-nighters the WORST. I live on sleep; how do you expect me to FUNCTION. So...That's pretty much it. I usually just play guitar and thing of new ways to stay out of well I mean, of course, just...um...Yeah. ...I just wish things would go back. Back to the way they used to be. I want to fully feel again. I know I still have my heart. Can't it just beat a little louder? ... Guess that's my goal! To get my heart rate back up! finishing up; roleplay sample; (This is a small excerpt from John.) Seriously? No, in all honesty, was he expected to take this seriously? Okay, he can handle the imps. He can handle the salamanders. He can handle trolls, but just barely. He can even handle those horribly-irritating nakodiles, even less than he can handle the trolls. But was he really expected to take being a merman quietly? "unbe-fucking-lievable..." John sighed, trying to figure out how one swims as a merman. When he was little, he used to remember trying to do the entire, 'keep-your-legs-together-like-a-mermaid' thing in the pool. However, he also remembered how he was never able to get it right; he always ended up kicking out one of his legs to breech the surface. "at the very least, this time, i can't drown..." he muttered irritably, watching his deep blue tail twitch underneath him in ways he was sure tails weren't supposed to twitch. Least he wasn't flopping around at the bottom like he was ten minutes ago. And that rude clownfish couple had finally had their fill laughing at him. By the way, apparently, the fish can call to him. Splendid. Why not have the entire ocean mock how he can't figure out how to be a merman? Why not video tape this for his peer's enjoyment, letting them laugh themselves until they pissed their pants and fell into the ocean with him, drowning in their own laughter and ocean water? John glared up, staring at the rippling sky above, glaring at the gods, glaring at anyone looking down on him, glaring at anyone who could be laughing. "i hope you're getting a kick in the pants out of this one, you guys!" he shouted, exasperated. "laugh all you want, ass-hats! like to see you breathe underwater!" He gave his tail a little kick, as if to swim off in a huff. But he just lost his balance and, suddenly found himself flipping in circles, and falling down onto the ocean floor again. With a yelp, his face hit the sand, cramming his mouth and nose with the tiny pieces. great. just. great. best day of my life. He lifted his head, snorting and gagging and spitting on the sand. At least he had no swimming trunks it could get caught in. He managed to get himself up, and stay balanced in the water, brushing the sand off his hoodie. It was odd that, though his undershirt was gone, as were his pants, socks, underwear, and shoes, he kept his hoodie and his glasses. It was a bit of a pain to have either, though; the glasses kept falling off his face and drifting around in the water. And his hood would often get caught by a current and flap in his face. "jegus, no wonder merfolk are always so naked..." he muttered to himself. He gazed around, and attempted to swim in any general direction. After all, it was the ocean. He was bound to discover something sooner or later. Maybe a clue as to how the hell he could get out of there? There was no denying the world was a gorgeous one. The colors of the coral reefs and rocks and seashells would've taken his breath away, if his breath wasn't the ocean water and there wasn't enough ocean water as for him to never run out of breath. The fish flashed rainbow colors, some with brilliant scales, reflecting the sun's rays. Those fish were a tad annoying. They kept blinding him, especially with his glasses on. The ferns swayed in the ocean current, which he guessed was the breeze down here. The fish had conversations, some in his native tongue, some in languages he could barely understand, let alone comprehend. He kept swimming around, finally getting the hang of having one long tail and not two separate legs. "guess i'll be stuck here a while on my own..." he sighed. He would get his Cosbytop out of his sylladex to try to talk to some friends, but he was half afraid the salt water would damage it. Maybe if he just swam to the surface... member title; IX: The Melodious Nocturne anything else; ...that pretty much sums it up! Still wanna know what this whole form thing is... |
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