Post by Devioux on Oct 28, 2009 17:11:07 GMT -8
Name: Cixxion (Six-ee-on)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Number: 20
Power: The simplest way to describe Cixxion's powers are that he can manipulate energy to create explosions that are proportional to the size of the object. Unless he maintains physical contact with the item, whether by actually touching it or indirectly with his staff, his power is useless.
Weapon: A simple metal staff that is a few inches shorter than his height of six feet and one inch.
Description: With his lanky figure and height, Cixxion can easily be considered malnourished, at least, if he was alive. Although his violet bangs constantly fall into his crimson eyes, Cixxion refuses to cut them for some unknown reason (certain members believe that he is too lazy; they're probably right). His hair falls about his angular face in a perfectly messy manner, just reaching the point of his chin (a style that he claims to have created). Cixxion often complains that his black cloak doesn't match his tan skin, though his love for the cloak's sleeves, which dangle a good six inches downward, is incessant.
Personality: If one were to meet Cixxion on a random street, one of the few things that stand out (aside from his hair colour) is his vanity. While he does not spend over two hours a day preparing himself with only Howl-knows-what, he constantly finds an excuse not to take action, generally citing that it will "mess up his hair" or an article of clothing. Then again, perhaps Cixxion simply does not want to do anything, and only uses his appearance as a means of avoiding missions. Still, it's not as if he won't get annoyed if you "mess with his hair, ya".
History: ((I so lurve this three-sentence limit.Maybe this is why I can safely say I'm a Lit. RPer. Do we really need this? :3 ))
One of the many refugees in Traverse Town, Cixxion had managed to scrape out a living doing odd jobs for Leon (Squall), Cid, and the rest of the people there. He may or may not have met Sora, but with all the people wandering about that town nowadays, who can be certain? Unfortunately for him one day, he took a wrong turn down an alleyway in the Third District...
((Devy!Notes: He's like... Howl + Jareth. 'least, that's the writing style I'm aiming for. Not too complex personality-wise, but this site doesn't really call for that, in meh opinion.))
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Number: 20
Power: The simplest way to describe Cixxion's powers are that he can manipulate energy to create explosions that are proportional to the size of the object. Unless he maintains physical contact with the item, whether by actually touching it or indirectly with his staff, his power is useless.
Weapon: A simple metal staff that is a few inches shorter than his height of six feet and one inch.
Description: With his lanky figure and height, Cixxion can easily be considered malnourished, at least, if he was alive. Although his violet bangs constantly fall into his crimson eyes, Cixxion refuses to cut them for some unknown reason (certain members believe that he is too lazy; they're probably right). His hair falls about his angular face in a perfectly messy manner, just reaching the point of his chin (a style that he claims to have created). Cixxion often complains that his black cloak doesn't match his tan skin, though his love for the cloak's sleeves, which dangle a good six inches downward, is incessant.
Personality: If one were to meet Cixxion on a random street, one of the few things that stand out (aside from his hair colour) is his vanity. While he does not spend over two hours a day preparing himself with only Howl-knows-what, he constantly finds an excuse not to take action, generally citing that it will "mess up his hair" or an article of clothing. Then again, perhaps Cixxion simply does not want to do anything, and only uses his appearance as a means of avoiding missions. Still, it's not as if he won't get annoyed if you "mess with his hair, ya".
History: ((I so lurve this three-sentence limit.
One of the many refugees in Traverse Town, Cixxion had managed to scrape out a living doing odd jobs for Leon (Squall), Cid, and the rest of the people there. He may or may not have met Sora, but with all the people wandering about that town nowadays, who can be certain? Unfortunately for him one day, he took a wrong turn down an alleyway in the Third District...
((Devy!Notes: He's like... Howl + Jareth. 'least, that's the writing style I'm aiming for. Not too complex personality-wise, but this site doesn't really call for that, in meh opinion.))
