Post by Number IX on May 15, 2010 11:47:23 GMT -5
♥IT'S MY LIFE♥
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♥It's Now Or Never♥[/size]
Name: Demyx
Age: 19..?!
Canon or OC: Cannon
Weapons/Abilities: Blue Sitar....water clones, water, water, water, and Dancer Nobodies. Let's not forget the power to create awesome guitar solos.
♥I Ain't Gonna Live Forever♥[/size]
Personality:Nobodies basically have all the same personality; none. A complete lack-there-of. But that doesn't mean they don't always pretend to have one. Demyx is one of those that knows that he feels nothing deep down, but he doesn't go totally evil about it--he tries to enjoy himself like his human-side used to do.
He is 'sweet' and 'innocent'. He doesn't like confrontation because his human side was a bit of a coward and he still doesn't really know how to handle it, so he runs or does everything he can to avoid such things. He is a musician and pretty much only wants to compose awesome rock songs on his magical Sitar, but it only has three strings...so he pretty much just comes up with mega awesome beats.
He likes to make 'friends' with people, but only for connections, not because he actually cares about the individual or group of. He makes those connections because they help him remember what it was like way back when he was truly alive and had a right to exist and also because he could get these 'friends' to totally fuck someone's shit up if they gave him problems.
History: How Dem-dem stumbled into the organization is a real mystery, his human name is unknown as so is his past. But he just can't seem to let go of it. He plays the sitar, he does his hair, all from memories he keeps with him. But why in the world would he join an Organization full of people who do bad stuff when he himself isn't a bag guy? Even he's not sure.
Demyx isn't much of a fighter, and because of that, his main focus on missions is reconnaissance. He nearly detests fighting and is never seen actually using his hands as weapons. He was sent on many missions in company with Saix, Roxas, and Xion and in all, he let them do the waylaying while he remained in the background.
It was about the time the Organization started getting neck deep in Sorastuff that Demyx found himself having to get his hands dirty. He was sent to Hercules world to strike a deal with Hades, but he was scared off and ran away. He figured he needed to come back with a different form of attack (metaphorically of course), so he went topside and stole this uber important medallion. He went back into the Underworld and was on his way back to Hades when he got cornered by Sora.
"If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition." Those were his exact orders, and to remember them he wrote it down on a cue card. He didn't want to fight Sora, but Sora failed to remember, so he had little choice. He got his ass handed to him almost as soon as the battle started. He retreated back to Oblivion and licked his wounds but he didn't get to stay out of harms way for long. He had to head on over to Hollow Bastion or the Radiant Garden (depending on who you spoke to about it) and stop Sora. Demyx put forth the effor this time, srsly. But Sora was just good, and Demyx wasn't, even after he dropped his pretentiousness and started the real attack. Sora beat him dead and he faded into darkness.
He wasn't floating around long, however, because just one day he woke up and he was alive, in his room, dressed in the Castle Oblivion fashion of dark trench, boots, and gloves. He never really bothered to ask anyone if it was a 'dream' or not. He couldn't really have died and come back to life, so he just thought he had really gotten beat up and was in some sort of coma. Or something.
Likes: Water
Playing the Sitar
Eating snacks
Not doing work
Dislikes: Fire
Not playing the Sitar
Not being able to eat
Doing work
♥This Ain't A Song For The Brokenhearted♥[/size]
RP Sample:
There were many things he didn't like about working in this Organization. One of the things at the top of that list were the very people that made up the organization. He could hardly stand any one of them at one time. The closest people was with was Xigbar and Axel, and both tended to be assholes more than not. He really was about fed up with every one of them. But what was he gonna do? Leave? The blond chuckled at the idea of such a thing. Not only would he then be homeless, but he also would be defenseless in the growing threat that is Ansem. Demyx wasn't even completely aware with all of the things going on with that crazy heartless or whatever, it was too complicated for him. He just wanted to play his Sitar, man! But he couldn't he had to do 'missions' and he had to 'work for the greater cause.' Blah freakin' blah.
He stretched his hands over his head as he watched the bacon sizzle on the pan. He was hungry, even at such a late hour, and this was about the only thing in the house that he could eat without someone getting mad at him over--of course he was sure someone just might get pissed he was cooking food at like two in the morning, but whatever. He'd retreat to some distant corner of the castle like he always did. He scratched the back of his neck as he waited for the bacon to reach that just right level of crispiness. He hadn't bothered to get dressed so he was only clad in his light blue pajama pants and blue house slippers. He was probably in for it, in the event he would get caught being dressed in such silly things, but he was counting on everyone being too deep in their REM cycle to hear him in the kitchen. And it's not like he was making a lot of noise in the first place. He smiled as he inspected the texture of the bacon with his tong and he deemed them consume-worthy. Too bad he had leaned close to check. The grease from cooking popped and sailed in the air, connecting with his face.
"Ah Fuck!" Demyx exclaimed in his rare range--he hardly saw the use for expletives and refrained from using them because they were mostly used against him. He moved quickly from the stove to the sink and ran the faucet. He let some water collect into his palm before he lifted it to his face, the water stuck there like it was ice and he rubbed it on the area of skin touched by the rouge grease. His cheek was red-hot and aching and he hoped he wouldn't get the burn there. He could already hear them making fun of him. He ghosted back to the stove and took the frying pan off the stove, he turned off the burner with a flick of his hand and with the tongs he lifted his four strips of bacon off the frying pan and onto the waiting plate. He hadn't turned the faucet off, so it was still dripping at a constant rate. He pointed from the sink to the faucet, by calling on his mega-awesome ability the water flew from the sink and into the frying pan. It sizzled from the heat for a moment but after a moment it was quiet. Demyx turned his ear to the hallway, he didn't hear any movement or doors opening and closing so he figured he was still in the green. He set the now cooled pan into the sink and moved to the fridge. He located a head of lettuce, and an uncut tomato.
He placed both items on the island in the middle of the room and pulled out one of the big and intimidating knives from the wooden stand. He glanced around again, just to make sure no one was about to sneak up and scare him. He didn't want to chop his fingers off. He wouldn't be able to play the Sitar if that happened. He concentrated then, on the tomato before him and cut three thin slices away from the tomato. A bit of juice ran along his fingers and he licked it up while he returned the tomato to its drawer in the fridge, he ran his tongue up the blade of the knife, being sure to keep his tongue away from the sharp edge. He swallowed what was in his mouth and placed the knife in the sink along with the frying pan. He strained his face as he tried to set the knife in the metal sink without making any noise. A scrap still managed to get through and it caused him to wince deeply. He moved, then, back to the lettuce and started ripping off the outer layer, he had the fresher and greener leaves in mind. He tore off enough for his snack and returned it to the fridge as well.
The only thing left to do in his quest, now, would be to locate the bread. It always seemed to be in a different spot every day, because each member of the castle had different habits and opinions about where such items should be placed. He peeked inside the pantry, flicked the light on, but could not locate it. He pouted as he turned the light off. "Come on out, man. I'm hungry." He pouted to the hidden objective. He snuck around the kitchen, gently opening cabinets and drawers when he finally located the bread in the last place he thought about looking; the special wooden box that said, 'BREAD' in big bold letters. He chuckled merrily to himself as he pulled the bag out of its resting place and removed the twisty-tie. He watched the bag spin around a few times before he could finally reach inside and remove his two slices of bread. It was his lucky day--morning--because it was a fresh loaf and the sections were extra soft. He pouted, however, when he read the wrapper and saw it was Whole Wheat bread instead of his favorite; white bread. Someone health-conscious must have done the shopping. He rolled his eyes as he bypassed the crusty end piece. He placed his two pieces on the counter next to his bacon which was next to his lettuce which was next to his tomatoes.
He spun the bag a few times, creating an airtight chamber for the bread and tucked the excess baggy underneath it as he placed it back into its wooden tomb. He placed the lid down on it slowly, the twisty-tie long forgotten. He moved to his sandwich, placing the tomato slices down first, followed by the strips of bacon--folded in half-, and lastly he piled on the lettuce. He hummed as he put the second piece of bread down and smiled. Then he frowned as he realized something was missing. The mayonnaise! He forgot the mayonnaise! He snapped his finger as he moved back to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door, creating a wall between him and his sandwich and searched high and low on those brightly fluorescent lit shelves for that white jar of heaven.
How did you find us: -screams-
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