Post by Zexion on Mar 24, 2008 10:14:26 GMT -5
Name- Zexion (? No last name)
Age- Unknown; He appears to be young
Weapon- Lexicon- A book that is used for casting several spells; He can use illusions to transform it into the enemies weapon, or any weapon that he has once faced, and use the weapon at equal skill of the enemy, Making him an extremely well fighter.
Race- Nobody
Rp Sample-
Zexion stood silently awaiting his fellow allies to met him upon the tallest building within the world that ever was; The desolent city held no single visible being in it, it was empty, except for Zexion, and three mis- Shapen nobodies surrounding him. Above the desolent city was a large white moon, the shape of a heart. As the dusk nobodies moved gracefully, the organization member stood without movement, hs white, yet silverish hair with a purple hue to it hung delicately over his emerald eyes which peered forth, black coat swaying by the wind created from the dusks movements.
"Late as always..." He muttered, a figure coming forth from a growing black portal that seeped from the ground. The figure was clothed the same, he was silent however, and simply nodded. "Then we shall begin correct? I assume all are in position?" The question was retorical, he knew the answer. "Very well, kill him." The nobody, a member wanting to join the reformation of the organization, appeared with three other hooded figures.
As they did the nobodies eyes grew wide and he leaped back to hold his scythe forth; as he contained his position, the three hooded nobodies swung violently with their wepaons, however were pushed back. "Impressive." Zexion was watching from a building 20 yards away; As they were pushed back he called forth an order. The nobodies retreated, and Zexion began to run foreward, picking up speed as he neared the building ledge.
He leaped off and his lexicon appeared in his hand glowing. As it did a green aurora enveloped him and he appeared behind the nobody, a scythe now in his hands, the same as the newcomer. As Zexion swung forth, the newcomer leaped foreward and dodged with nimble speed. Zexion came forth again, however teleported above the newcomer, and swung at his neck. This time though, a blade stopped his scythe. Zexion pushed back with his scythe and let it come back to a lexicon; "And just who the hell are you?" His voice trembled with sarcasm.