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Player's Name: Kira
AIM: krispykira
Email: krispykira[at]aim.com
LJ Handle: krispy_kira
Character: Naminé
Series: Kingdom Hearts II; Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Age: 16
Class: Upper
Characters Type: Noble/Military Informant
Background:
Naminé is part of Organization XIII, a branch of the military. An elite group whose real purpose is unknown. Though she isn’t really a `Nobody`, she is often used as a front for the organization-a connection between the nobles and organization. Naminé also works as a spy for the organization, her innocent and childish looks a proven advantage in the field.
She has no recollection of her childhood, save the organization’s funding. Though she does not fully understand why they use her for spy tactics, or why they would choose an artist, out of all talents, but she continues to do their bidding. What else would she have left if she didn't?
Sample RP/Third Person:
Dashes of pencil skipped across the page nimbly as if it was already part of a finished drawing. If only life could be as simple as this, Naminé thought, eyes narrowing softly upon the paper. Though she didn’t quite look the part, she too, like the rest of Organization XIII, was part of the military. She didn’t enjoy the lifestyle though. Constantly undercover, memories fabricated from the simplest lies-needless to say, this shouldn’t be the life a young girl needed to live, but without a past there would be no future for her.
All she could remember was the organization; that’s all been there for her since the beginning, no matter what. And as much as she wanted to live life as an ordinary girl, she knew that there was no chance.
“That’s a really pretty picture, miss!”
Her blue eyes glanced up and softened, a smile at her lips. “Thank you very much.”
“Do ya..think I could, y’know, keep it?” the child asked, hopping up an down on her heels.
Briefly, the blonde stared off to the sketch then closed her eyes as the paper tore near the spiral. It wouldn’t hurt to give away one memory, right?
Naminé watched the child run off with the paper flapping with each stride. She watched, then lowered her gaze back to the next empty sheet of paper. Already, she had forgotten what she had drawn.