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Basic Info| Name: | Roxas |
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BioPlayer Name: Lu
Email Address: dvlsdghtr@hotmail.com
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Roxas
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at right around 5'4" and some change, Roxas is not what anyone would call imposing. In fact, his large blue eyes and incorrigible swirl of blond cowlicks render him somewhere in between adorable and endearing, and his persistent scowl is just about the only thing that redeems him in the eyes of the mirror. Though not scrawny, Roxas is anything but muscular--built like a runner, more for endurance than strength or speed, he seems much less capable than he really is. His posture is good, though his fashion sense is not; he wears a random hodgepodge of clothing and accessories, clinging mostly to a color scheme of black, white, red, and khaki to avoid visual mishaps. He has no sense of what actually looks good or bad.
Personality: Roxas is surly, snarky, sarcastic, and a good kid at heart. Though he's always looking out for Number One, the manner in which he does so usually allows him to extend the courtesy to those within his circle of friends. He makes friends easily, when he's trying, but it takes a rare person to see his snarky rapport for what it really is--humorous, and not meant to be offensive. He makes fun because he cares, but when the going gets tough, he is fiercely loyal and reliable, and would be hard-pressed to let his friends down. In fact, Roxas has this tendency to define himself by his friends; he knows where he stands only when he knows where his friends stand, and without the assurance and definition they afford him, Roxas tends to question himself and his motives. On his own, he wonders about right and wrong, and searches both himself and the outside world for the truths that can guide him through life in his own right.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Roxas has great endurance, and no small amount of strength. Trained by the secret society of assassins, the Eternal Lotus, he can dual-wield any number of blades, from short daggers all the way up to standard-sized katana, though his preference is the latter. His sense of honor and loyalty are also great strengths; he lives by a strict personal code based on friendship rather than gratitude, and measures right and wrong in fidelity and personal truth. Roxas is also something of a strategist and something less than spontaneous--he is meticulous and likes to have a plan mapped out in full before acting in the slightest, but that foresight has proven rather invaluable.
Weaknesses: Though he is well-trained, strong and agile, Roxas is still young, and his height and lack of build is one of his greatest setbacks. His fierce loyalty to his friends could also be considered a great weakness, as their well-being and advancement could very well cloud his judgment and make him act less than rationally. Similarly, he tries to have contingency plans for everything he does, and when the unexpected rears its ugly head, Roxas gets exceedingly irate. Things he doesn't see coming and things he doesn't understand--especially things he has the capacity but lacks the information to comprehend--are very upsetting to him.
History: They say Roxas was never supposed to exist. His mother had a very difficult labor, and died halfway through delivering her fraternal twins. Roxas's twin brother was delivered successfully, but by the time the mother died, Roxas was still unborn. The midwives managed to deliver him anyway, but he was a very quiet baby and they worried he'd been damaged through the stressful delivery. With no father to take care of them and their mother dead, Roxas and his older twin were sent to the town orphanage, where the two of them found the care they needed. While Roxas's older brother was always happy, bright and bouncy and babbling at a prodigal age, Roxas was much more surly, quiet and withdrawn. By the time he was adopted at age two, he had yet to speak a single word.
The adoption itself was strange; the Eternal Lotus delegate had apparently been intrigued by Roxas's constant frown and searching blue eyes, and though the orphanage had suggested he not separate the twins, the man adopting Roxas saw little use for a cheerful, laughing baby and took only Roxas. The orphanage never told his brother of Roxas, not wanting the boy to mourn the loss of his twin.
After his adoption, Roxas's life became very unorthodox. He was trained to hold blades (wooden ones) before he could even walk, and though he didn't start speaking until the age of five, by that point he could already wield daggers with great proficiency and was training with short swords, which were over half his height at the time. He was afforded all his clothes by the Eternal Lotus guardians, and for a long time he had no friends at all, his only companion the sensei teaching him the ways of the sword. The things that were stressed to him were loyalty, strength, endurance, and reliability, and in his early years Roxas prided himself on those virtues. He was, in addition, stealthy and strategic, which earned him praise, and though he'd only just begun to speak at age five, his speech was quite advanced, and he began doing odd jobs shortly afterward, eager to earn himself more praise.
On top of the praise, Roxas earned himself small sums of money, which he stockpiled and saved with a great sense of importance. He wasn't sure what he would do with it yet, but as he never left the ship and all his necessities were given to him for free, so he had little chance to spend the money, even if he'd wanted to.
He passed his routine examinations with ease, and was in every way an ideal student, except as he grew older and began to realize the import of what being trained from birth to be an assassin really meant, he began to question his upbringing. He honestly...didn't want to kill people. And while he hadn't been sent out on a mission yet, he was very apprehensive and dubious about it all. What gave them the right to chose who to kill and who to spare? Why did they get to decide whether or not someone else deserved to die? Didn't everyone have equal right to exist? It seemed wrong, somehow; killing people in general seemed kind of extreme, but killing them because someone else told you to seemed...so much worse. It was almost pathetic. That's what they were--they were pathetic.
Still, he didn't share his thoughts with anyone, and began toying with a plan to escape. He didn't want to defect and be hunted down and killed for his troubles; it would have to be elegantly crafted and flawlessly executed. His plan to escape was still fairly nebulous and half-hearted when he learned from one of the elders that he'd been adopted from an orphanage in Illyria, leaving behind a twin brother named Sora. This news solidified the resolution in his mind, and over the next year he began plotting his escape.
The opportunity arose when he was sent on his first solo mission, off to assassinate some wealthy upstart in Saranda. It wasn't hard; he purposefully made lots of noise and the guards awoke, he made sure they saw him and then he set a fire, so that the guards would get the family out--he even fought one of the guards, managing to keep the fight in the dark and the smoke, utterly confusing him before cracking him over the head just hard enough to stun him for a while. Upending a flask of chicken blood he'd procured from a creepy voodoo shop onto the guard's sword, Roxas fled, leaving the man to recover and drag himself out, bewildered and coughing with the smoke only to find a sheen of blood on his blade, leading to the conclusion that he'd killed the intruder and his body was somewhere in the burning building. Roxas had also left his katana inside, so they would be found amongst the rubble as further proof that he hadn't made it out alive.
His alibi established, Roxas swathed himself in a long hooded coat and hopped the first ship north, spending a few days in Naraka before managing to get to Tartarus. Needing to lie low for a while, he found himself an abandoned apartment and started squatting there, establishing a bank account under a fake name for himself and foreswearing violence and murder for all time. Once things bowled over, and more importantly, the king was murdered by the prince and the whole country was pitched into chaos, Roxas figured everyone back in his old organization would be too busy to keep looking for him. At that point, he started making attempts to find his twin brother, meandering around and getting used to the city where he was apparently born, looking for the orphanage without asking for directions (he didn't want to draw attention to himself, after all).
Email Address: dvlsdghtr@hotmail.com
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Roxas
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Age: 16
Physical Description: Standing at right around 5'4" and some change, Roxas is not what anyone would call imposing. In fact, his large blue eyes and incorrigible swirl of blond cowlicks render him somewhere in between adorable and endearing, and his persistent scowl is just about the only thing that redeems him in the eyes of the mirror. Though not scrawny, Roxas is anything but muscular--built like a runner, more for endurance than strength or speed, he seems much less capable than he really is. His posture is good, though his fashion sense is not; he wears a random hodgepodge of clothing and accessories, clinging mostly to a color scheme of black, white, red, and khaki to avoid visual mishaps. He has no sense of what actually looks good or bad.
Personality: Roxas is surly, snarky, sarcastic, and a good kid at heart. Though he's always looking out for Number One, the manner in which he does so usually allows him to extend the courtesy to those within his circle of friends. He makes friends easily, when he's trying, but it takes a rare person to see his snarky rapport for what it really is--humorous, and not meant to be offensive. He makes fun because he cares, but when the going gets tough, he is fiercely loyal and reliable, and would be hard-pressed to let his friends down. In fact, Roxas has this tendency to define himself by his friends; he knows where he stands only when he knows where his friends stand, and without the assurance and definition they afford him, Roxas tends to question himself and his motives. On his own, he wonders about right and wrong, and searches both himself and the outside world for the truths that can guide him through life in his own right.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Roxas has great endurance, and no small amount of strength. Trained by the secret society of assassins, the Eternal Lotus, he can dual-wield any number of blades, from short daggers all the way up to standard-sized katana, though his preference is the latter. His sense of honor and loyalty are also great strengths; he lives by a strict personal code based on friendship rather than gratitude, and measures right and wrong in fidelity and personal truth. Roxas is also something of a strategist and something less than spontaneous--he is meticulous and likes to have a plan mapped out in full before acting in the slightest, but that foresight has proven rather invaluable.
Weaknesses: Though he is well-trained, strong and agile, Roxas is still young, and his height and lack of build is one of his greatest setbacks. His fierce loyalty to his friends could also be considered a great weakness, as their well-being and advancement could very well cloud his judgment and make him act less than rationally. Similarly, he tries to have contingency plans for everything he does, and when the unexpected rears its ugly head, Roxas gets exceedingly irate. Things he doesn't see coming and things he doesn't understand--especially things he has the capacity but lacks the information to comprehend--are very upsetting to him.
History: They say Roxas was never supposed to exist. His mother had a very difficult labor, and died halfway through delivering her fraternal twins. Roxas's twin brother was delivered successfully, but by the time the mother died, Roxas was still unborn. The midwives managed to deliver him anyway, but he was a very quiet baby and they worried he'd been damaged through the stressful delivery. With no father to take care of them and their mother dead, Roxas and his older twin were sent to the town orphanage, where the two of them found the care they needed. While Roxas's older brother was always happy, bright and bouncy and babbling at a prodigal age, Roxas was much more surly, quiet and withdrawn. By the time he was adopted at age two, he had yet to speak a single word.
The adoption itself was strange; the Eternal Lotus delegate had apparently been intrigued by Roxas's constant frown and searching blue eyes, and though the orphanage had suggested he not separate the twins, the man adopting Roxas saw little use for a cheerful, laughing baby and took only Roxas. The orphanage never told his brother of Roxas, not wanting the boy to mourn the loss of his twin.
After his adoption, Roxas's life became very unorthodox. He was trained to hold blades (wooden ones) before he could even walk, and though he didn't start speaking until the age of five, by that point he could already wield daggers with great proficiency and was training with short swords, which were over half his height at the time. He was afforded all his clothes by the Eternal Lotus guardians, and for a long time he had no friends at all, his only companion the sensei teaching him the ways of the sword. The things that were stressed to him were loyalty, strength, endurance, and reliability, and in his early years Roxas prided himself on those virtues. He was, in addition, stealthy and strategic, which earned him praise, and though he'd only just begun to speak at age five, his speech was quite advanced, and he began doing odd jobs shortly afterward, eager to earn himself more praise.
On top of the praise, Roxas earned himself small sums of money, which he stockpiled and saved with a great sense of importance. He wasn't sure what he would do with it yet, but as he never left the ship and all his necessities were given to him for free, so he had little chance to spend the money, even if he'd wanted to.
He passed his routine examinations with ease, and was in every way an ideal student, except as he grew older and began to realize the import of what being trained from birth to be an assassin really meant, he began to question his upbringing. He honestly...didn't want to kill people. And while he hadn't been sent out on a mission yet, he was very apprehensive and dubious about it all. What gave them the right to chose who to kill and who to spare? Why did they get to decide whether or not someone else deserved to die? Didn't everyone have equal right to exist? It seemed wrong, somehow; killing people in general seemed kind of extreme, but killing them because someone else told you to seemed...so much worse. It was almost pathetic. That's what they were--they were pathetic.
Still, he didn't share his thoughts with anyone, and began toying with a plan to escape. He didn't want to defect and be hunted down and killed for his troubles; it would have to be elegantly crafted and flawlessly executed. His plan to escape was still fairly nebulous and half-hearted when he learned from one of the elders that he'd been adopted from an orphanage in Illyria, leaving behind a twin brother named Sora. This news solidified the resolution in his mind, and over the next year he began plotting his escape.
The opportunity arose when he was sent on his first solo mission, off to assassinate some wealthy upstart in Saranda. It wasn't hard; he purposefully made lots of noise and the guards awoke, he made sure they saw him and then he set a fire, so that the guards would get the family out--he even fought one of the guards, managing to keep the fight in the dark and the smoke, utterly confusing him before cracking him over the head just hard enough to stun him for a while. Upending a flask of chicken blood he'd procured from a creepy voodoo shop onto the guard's sword, Roxas fled, leaving the man to recover and drag himself out, bewildered and coughing with the smoke only to find a sheen of blood on his blade, leading to the conclusion that he'd killed the intruder and his body was somewhere in the burning building. Roxas had also left his katana inside, so they would be found amongst the rubble as further proof that he hadn't made it out alive.
His alibi established, Roxas swathed himself in a long hooded coat and hopped the first ship north, spending a few days in Naraka before managing to get to Tartarus. Needing to lie low for a while, he found himself an abandoned apartment and started squatting there, establishing a bank account under a fake name for himself and foreswearing violence and murder for all time. Once things bowled over, and more importantly, the king was murdered by the prince and the whole country was pitched into chaos, Roxas figured everyone back in his old organization would be too busy to keep looking for him. At that point, he started making attempts to find his twin brother, meandering around and getting used to the city where he was apparently born, looking for the orphanage without asking for directions (he didn't want to draw attention to himself, after all).
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