I have a general crit post for all my characters (past and present) here, but in case anyone is uncomfortable going over there/just wants to give Roxas-specific crit, I figured I might as well post this up too.

Anon is on, IP logging is off, and comments are screened. If you've got any questions or problems with my portrayal, let me know here! ♥

[The Sphere is turned on very deliberately for once. Roxas isn't looking at it as it floats up into the air, getting a view of his surroundings ( Read more... )

[Poor Roxas was in the library, doing some quiet reading, when the change struck. Now he finds himself in a silent, eerie cemetery, hemmed in all around by roiling, thick fog and crumbling gravestones.

He does not look pleased. In his hand is what seems to be a chunk off a nearby tombstone, though it's actually a book.]First fake clothing, and now ( Read more... )

I've never actually done an OOC meme like this for any of my characters, ever, haha. But I've always wanted to give the 20 Things idea a whirl.

Just a note: since his history deviates pretty wildly from canon, a lot of these will only make sense if you've read his app.

( 20 Things about The Key of Destiny )

[The Sphere springs to life with a BANG!, falling to the floor before wobbling its way up into the air. Why the bang? Because Roxas has just banged out of his bathroom, steam still following him, towel forgotten. The look on his face is one of pure and total mortification. (Or maybe rage. It's hard to tell.)

Why?

Because he's wearing these ( Read more... )

[Roxas didn't waste any time with that whole waking up confused thing. He seems to be adjusted already -- wandering around in his normal clothes, mostly muted grays and blacks, tattered tan scarf wrapped loose around his neck and partially obscuring his expression ( Read more... )

[He's been hiding, mostly. Passive. Didn't fight. What's the point? Up till now, he'd been simply watching. Waiting. Taking care of his own, when he had to.

Till now. This really is do or die.]

I remember.

[He's in the hallway where the suites are. Struggling past debris and live wires in the deep gloom, occasionally hissing when he whacks a ( Read more... )

[When the Sphere flicks on, it's with a purpose. Lowering his arm and taking a step back is a familiar-yet-maybe-not man, sharp blue eyes clouded and troubled, though his expression gives nothing else away ( Read more... )

( Cause I wonder sometimes about the outcome of a still verdictless life )

All entries prior to this one are now obsolete.

They stay just to preserve the threads and such, but none of those posts have any bearing on or direct relation to IC posts that follow.