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OOC Information:
Name: YOU KNOW WHO I AM. Kyoki
Age: 18
AIM: ichaicha012
E-MAIL: kyokihinote@gmail.com
IC Information:
Name: Demyx of the no last names, Number IX, The Melodious Nocturne
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Timeline: After he dissolves into nothingness.
Age: Late teens, early twenties in appearance and mind, probably around three or four in actual age.
Appearance: Lean, lanky and usually slouched over on a couch, Demyx sports the ultra-trimming all-black Organization XIII cloak. He’s usually found with a silly grin on his face and his sitar in his hands. His mullet is secretly the source of his power. Only not really. Compared to most of the old fogies in the Organization, Demyx is on the younger-looking side, though he’s nowhere near as babyfaced as Roxas and Xion.
Abilities: Of course, Demyx can do all the cool portal summoning that go along with being a Nobody, but he also has pretty unique abilities all his own. Demyx uses a sitar to summon and control water and not only can he shoot huge pillars of the liquid at your face, he can form it into an obscene amount of clones of himself. The clones surround and protect him from any attacks while simultaneously beating up his opponent. If Demyx gets really, really desperate, he’ll hit you with his sitar, which might leave a pretty sizable bruise. And of course, he has control over the Dancer Nobodies. Who else?
Personality: Outwardly, Demyx is a lazy, easygoing bum. Inwardly, he is still that but the grin he shows to the world is just as fake as the rest of his emotions. Instead of falling into a routine of cynical sarcasm like most of the other Nobodies in the Organization, Demyx prefers to keep up a facade of the brighter side of emotions. He clings to the things that made him Someone before he was a Nobody, things like messing with his hair in the mirror and writing music. One of the more casual members, he even takes to giving people nicknames.
Despite his seemingly joyful, be-and-let-be outlook on life, Demyx can be just as callous as anyone else in the Organization. He’s even happy when he hears that Larxene is dead and doesn’t seem to care too much about the other deaths at Castle Oblivion. As much as his cheer is forced, his laziness definitely is not. Demyx truly hates fighting and will avoid it all costs. As he says himself, he’s “just not cut out” for fighting. He is, however, surprisingly observant and good at piecing together clues. Demyx isn’t stupid; he’s just a little lacking in the common sense department.
History: At one point in time, Demyx was a boy with a heart, just like any other boy out there. He had a different name then. One could even say he was a completely different person.
But then the Heartless attacked and Demyx couldn’t fight them all off. He was overwhelmed, his heart was stolen and the next thing he knew, some guy in a black cloak was talking about an Organization and Kingdom Hearts.
Not knowing what else to do and feeling like something very important was missing, Demyx went along with it. He got a new name and a title, Number IX the Melodious Nocturne. He also got a pretty kickin’ sitar and some new powers. Life in Organization XIII was pretty weird, especially after the number of members matched the name. Demyx passed the days messing around with Xigbar, jamming on his sitar and dragging his feet through missions.
Recon wasn’t too bad and Demyx was really glad he didn’t have a Keyblade like the new kid, or else he’d have to fight all the time. The Organization’s main goal was to collect enough hearts that Kingdom Hearts would give them their own back and the only way to do that was with the Keyblade. The Keyblade wielder was weird and quiet, but Axel was babysitting him so Demyx didn’t worry about it too much. It wasn’t his problem, after all. No, keeping Larxene from electrocuting him at every available opportunity was a much more pressing issue.
The elemental issue involved really didn’t help with that little problem, so it was no wonder Demyx was all too happy when she was sent to Castle Oblivion along with about half the Organization.
Things were much quieter in the castle after that, save for Demyx’s Sitar and Xaldin’s complaining about said instrument. When news came that everyone in Castle Oblivion had died, Demyx did a little dance of happiness. Ding dong, the witch was dead!
It really was too bad about Axel though. Besides Xigbar, Axel was the member Demyx got on best with.
His admittedly minimal worries were null and void when Axel came back anyway and with half of the Organization gone, the workload predictably doubled. Demyx got saddled with a lot of missions he was awful at, but he managed to get the minimal amount of work done and float through the rest.
Some complicated things involving a girl named Xion happened, but Demyx forgot all about them and her when she disappeared. Memories are tricky things. He did remember when Roxas left the Organization, though. Everyone was in a buzz about it; they’d never get their hearts back without the keyblade kid after all.
Since Axel was Roxas’ friend, he was the one sent after him and Demyx put it out of his mind. He had a series of recon missions in the Underworld and there was always more music to write.
The Underworld was pretty creepy though and Demyx failed rather miserably at forging an alliance with Hades. Demyx could swear they only did it to punish him but they sent him after Sora, the Keyblade Master that was actually Roxas in some really confusing way that Demyx didn’t quite understand. The mission was to get Roxas back and, failing that, “use aggression to liberate his true disposition”.
Oh yeah. Demyx was ecstatic about that part.
Just his luck, their conversation came to blows and instead of standing there letting himself be defeated, Demyx escaped after asking once more for Roxas to come back. Having failed in two important missions now, the other members were less than happy with him but he shrugged it off and took some vacation time.
Or rather, he attempted to. The Organization had something huge planned and Demyx had his own special part to play. Legions of Heartless were being lured towards Hollow Bastian to speed along the formation of Kingdom Hearts. It was an enormous effort but right before Sora stepped into the fray, Deymx had to try one more time to bring Roxas back. He greeted the trio happily but they didn’t respond in kind. At first Demyx was unfazed but when they started throwing the fact that he didn’t have a heart in his face, something in him twisted.
He attacked Sora with all his strength. The battle was long but in the end, his music didn’t make the cut. Demyx dissolved into nothingness.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Sora had killed him. He wasn’t supposed to exist anymore, there was no afterlife for Nobodies, no place for their souls to go when their bodies wore out because what was a soul without a heart?
Saying Demyx was confused at that moment was like saying Saix was grumpy sometimes. It was a vast, comical understatement. It didn’t help that the room he was in looked an awful lot like the Castle That Never Was, to the point where Demyx was wondering if the fight with Sora was just a dream.
But no, it had felt real, painful and difficult. Besides, he wasn’t in his bedroom and he had the feeling he wasn’t in the Castle at all. The room he was in felt weird, different then anywhere he’d ever been before. It looked like a prison cell or a hospital room, what with the stark decorum and institutional lighting.
The biggest hint was the collar, which he knew hadn’t been there before and unless Saix had invented a new, sadistic way to keep him from sneaking off in the middle of missions, hadn’t come from anyone in the Organization.
When he tried to summon Arpeggio for some comfort, sound, anything other than the stifling quiet and nothing happened, Demyx really started to panic. “Oh man, oh man... this is bad.” He nibbled on the inside of his lip, a nervous habit he’d never stopped indulging in, even when he could no longer feel nervous. He was completely defenseless in a strange place with no communication to the outside world and--
Demyx finally spotted the communicator on his desk and leaped at it. How he’d missed it before in his initial scan of the room, he didn’t know. He fumbled with the buttons until a red light popped on. It didn’t take much for Demyx to figure out that that meant it was recording. Now he was getting somewhere.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [Demyx is practically bent over his desk, like he tried to jump on top of it in pursuit of his ‘berry.]
Okay, the light’s on, I think it’s recording-- Hey, can anyone hear me? I’ve got no idea where I am and I really shouldn’t be here. [He frowns a bit, his brow furrowing.] Or anywhere really, but that’s a long, crazy story and I bet you probably wouldn’t believe me. Whoever’s watching this, if you see any guys wearing a coat like mine, you should really point ‘em my way! Tell them Demyx wants to talk to them!
And you know, if you could tell me what the heck’s going on in this place, that’d be pretty cool too. Thanks, bye!
[He starts pressing buttons and it takes a few tries and several mumbled ”where the heck is it”’s before the feed shuts down.]
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. o/ Hellooooo.
Name: YOU KNOW WHO I AM. Kyoki
Age: 18
AIM: ichaicha012
E-MAIL: kyokihinote@gmail.com
IC Information:
Name: Demyx of the no last names, Number IX, The Melodious Nocturne
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Timeline: After he dissolves into nothingness.
Age: Late teens, early twenties in appearance and mind, probably around three or four in actual age.
Appearance: Lean, lanky and usually slouched over on a couch, Demyx sports the ultra-trimming all-black Organization XIII cloak. He’s usually found with a silly grin on his face and his sitar in his hands. His mullet is secretly the source of his power. Only not really. Compared to most of the old fogies in the Organization, Demyx is on the younger-looking side, though he’s nowhere near as babyfaced as Roxas and Xion.
Abilities: Of course, Demyx can do all the cool portal summoning that go along with being a Nobody, but he also has pretty unique abilities all his own. Demyx uses a sitar to summon and control water and not only can he shoot huge pillars of the liquid at your face, he can form it into an obscene amount of clones of himself. The clones surround and protect him from any attacks while simultaneously beating up his opponent. If Demyx gets really, really desperate, he’ll hit you with his sitar, which might leave a pretty sizable bruise. And of course, he has control over the Dancer Nobodies. Who else?
Personality: Outwardly, Demyx is a lazy, easygoing bum. Inwardly, he is still that but the grin he shows to the world is just as fake as the rest of his emotions. Instead of falling into a routine of cynical sarcasm like most of the other Nobodies in the Organization, Demyx prefers to keep up a facade of the brighter side of emotions. He clings to the things that made him Someone before he was a Nobody, things like messing with his hair in the mirror and writing music. One of the more casual members, he even takes to giving people nicknames.
Despite his seemingly joyful, be-and-let-be outlook on life, Demyx can be just as callous as anyone else in the Organization. He’s even happy when he hears that Larxene is dead and doesn’t seem to care too much about the other deaths at Castle Oblivion. As much as his cheer is forced, his laziness definitely is not. Demyx truly hates fighting and will avoid it all costs. As he says himself, he’s “just not cut out” for fighting. He is, however, surprisingly observant and good at piecing together clues. Demyx isn’t stupid; he’s just a little lacking in the common sense department.
History: At one point in time, Demyx was a boy with a heart, just like any other boy out there. He had a different name then. One could even say he was a completely different person.
But then the Heartless attacked and Demyx couldn’t fight them all off. He was overwhelmed, his heart was stolen and the next thing he knew, some guy in a black cloak was talking about an Organization and Kingdom Hearts.
Not knowing what else to do and feeling like something very important was missing, Demyx went along with it. He got a new name and a title, Number IX the Melodious Nocturne. He also got a pretty kickin’ sitar and some new powers. Life in Organization XIII was pretty weird, especially after the number of members matched the name. Demyx passed the days messing around with Xigbar, jamming on his sitar and dragging his feet through missions.
Recon wasn’t too bad and Demyx was really glad he didn’t have a Keyblade like the new kid, or else he’d have to fight all the time. The Organization’s main goal was to collect enough hearts that Kingdom Hearts would give them their own back and the only way to do that was with the Keyblade. The Keyblade wielder was weird and quiet, but Axel was babysitting him so Demyx didn’t worry about it too much. It wasn’t his problem, after all. No, keeping Larxene from electrocuting him at every available opportunity was a much more pressing issue.
The elemental issue involved really didn’t help with that little problem, so it was no wonder Demyx was all too happy when she was sent to Castle Oblivion along with about half the Organization.
Things were much quieter in the castle after that, save for Demyx’s Sitar and Xaldin’s complaining about said instrument. When news came that everyone in Castle Oblivion had died, Demyx did a little dance of happiness. Ding dong, the witch was dead!
It really was too bad about Axel though. Besides Xigbar, Axel was the member Demyx got on best with.
His admittedly minimal worries were null and void when Axel came back anyway and with half of the Organization gone, the workload predictably doubled. Demyx got saddled with a lot of missions he was awful at, but he managed to get the minimal amount of work done and float through the rest.
Some complicated things involving a girl named Xion happened, but Demyx forgot all about them and her when she disappeared. Memories are tricky things. He did remember when Roxas left the Organization, though. Everyone was in a buzz about it; they’d never get their hearts back without the keyblade kid after all.
Since Axel was Roxas’ friend, he was the one sent after him and Demyx put it out of his mind. He had a series of recon missions in the Underworld and there was always more music to write.
The Underworld was pretty creepy though and Demyx failed rather miserably at forging an alliance with Hades. Demyx could swear they only did it to punish him but they sent him after Sora, the Keyblade Master that was actually Roxas in some really confusing way that Demyx didn’t quite understand. The mission was to get Roxas back and, failing that, “use aggression to liberate his true disposition”.
Oh yeah. Demyx was ecstatic about that part.
Just his luck, their conversation came to blows and instead of standing there letting himself be defeated, Demyx escaped after asking once more for Roxas to come back. Having failed in two important missions now, the other members were less than happy with him but he shrugged it off and took some vacation time.
Or rather, he attempted to. The Organization had something huge planned and Demyx had his own special part to play. Legions of Heartless were being lured towards Hollow Bastian to speed along the formation of Kingdom Hearts. It was an enormous effort but right before Sora stepped into the fray, Deymx had to try one more time to bring Roxas back. He greeted the trio happily but they didn’t respond in kind. At first Demyx was unfazed but when they started throwing the fact that he didn’t have a heart in his face, something in him twisted.
He attacked Sora with all his strength. The battle was long but in the end, his music didn’t make the cut. Demyx dissolved into nothingness.
Roleplay Sample - Log: Sora had killed him. He wasn’t supposed to exist anymore, there was no afterlife for Nobodies, no place for their souls to go when their bodies wore out because what was a soul without a heart?
Saying Demyx was confused at that moment was like saying Saix was grumpy sometimes. It was a vast, comical understatement. It didn’t help that the room he was in looked an awful lot like the Castle That Never Was, to the point where Demyx was wondering if the fight with Sora was just a dream.
But no, it had felt real, painful and difficult. Besides, he wasn’t in his bedroom and he had the feeling he wasn’t in the Castle at all. The room he was in felt weird, different then anywhere he’d ever been before. It looked like a prison cell or a hospital room, what with the stark decorum and institutional lighting.
The biggest hint was the collar, which he knew hadn’t been there before and unless Saix had invented a new, sadistic way to keep him from sneaking off in the middle of missions, hadn’t come from anyone in the Organization.
When he tried to summon Arpeggio for some comfort, sound, anything other than the stifling quiet and nothing happened, Demyx really started to panic. “Oh man, oh man... this is bad.” He nibbled on the inside of his lip, a nervous habit he’d never stopped indulging in, even when he could no longer feel nervous. He was completely defenseless in a strange place with no communication to the outside world and--
Demyx finally spotted the communicator on his desk and leaped at it. How he’d missed it before in his initial scan of the room, he didn’t know. He fumbled with the buttons until a red light popped on. It didn’t take much for Demyx to figure out that that meant it was recording. Now he was getting somewhere.
Roleplay Sample - Journal: [Demyx is practically bent over his desk, like he tried to jump on top of it in pursuit of his ‘berry.]
Okay, the light’s on, I think it’s recording-- Hey, can anyone hear me? I’ve got no idea where I am and I really shouldn’t be here. [He frowns a bit, his brow furrowing.] Or anywhere really, but that’s a long, crazy story and I bet you probably wouldn’t believe me. Whoever’s watching this, if you see any guys wearing a coat like mine, you should really point ‘em my way! Tell them Demyx wants to talk to them!
And you know, if you could tell me what the heck’s going on in this place, that’d be pretty cool too. Thanks, bye!
[He starts pressing buttons and it takes a few tries and several mumbled ”where the heck is it”’s before the feed shuts down.]
Questions? Comments? Crazed and creative statements? Those go here. o/ Hellooooo.