Post by asche on Apr 14, 2011 18:00:59 GMT -5
W I T C H
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[/font]IT SEEMS TO ESCAPE ME
Name: Xion Ai.
Alias: Xixi.
Gender: Female.
Age: Chronologically: 58 Physically: 16
Animal: Panther.
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AS SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL
[/font]AS SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL
Appearance: Lithe figure, with an almost frail exterior. Pale but creamy skin. Onyx locks frame a heart shaped face, visible eye a vibrant, oceanic blue. Her hair reaches down to caress her shoulder blades, and is often left to fall where it pleases. She adorns any colors she pleases, but is most commonly found in plain colors such as white or black. Xion has a distinct love for kimonos and traditional clothes, and so she is commonly found in clothes like that. Her favorite flowers are lilies, so she often times wears clothes colored with lilies. Though she is a witch, she prefers not to dress as one.
Because her right eye is missing, her hair is always covering it, or she always has some form of a path covering it. Xion has many scars that cover her body, all from being attacked and her unwillingness to fight back. They remain a vibrant pink as though they are fresh.
Her body, while thin and graceful, also appears malnourished, as if she never ate enough. Her rib cage is visible through her skin, and her skin is tight against her body. Recently she has gained some weight and color back, but because she still needs to hide, she is still weak.
Xion is a girl of gentle nature. Though born a witch and true to her powers, she is not a child of destruction. Shy and distant, Xion is not one easily befriended. Though that is not surprising, as she is a witch and is more commonly attacked than given kindness. Though she has no will to be a cruel being like many other witches, Xion will never allow herself to be a doormat. She will fight for what she believes in, even if someone must get hurt in the process.
`HEART STATION*
Xion does not believe a child such as her will ever find love. To her, no one would ever be capable of looking past her being a witch, and so she does not ever attempt to create strong bonds with any of those she meets. To her, the world is a fearful place, one she both hates and loves at the same time.
`SMILE SMILE*
The young witch is extremely fearful of others. Because she does not like to fight unless needed, she is often harmed though she puts up no fight. Because of this, Xion flinches easily away from contact and shouting.
`FINAL DISTANCE*
Being a witch who is tied into the world's felines, the only thing Xion truly loves are cats. They are her only friends, the one creatures that will not judge her no matter what she may be. Xion is fearful of all else. Especially Meisters and Weapons.
`A HIME*
By a mere glance, Xion always look somewhat like a princess. With a love for traditional clothes and a serene and gentle expression, she seems as though she is one of a gentle heart. Which is true, though once her blood is discovered she is far from loved. Xion is actually a very caring person, even towards strangers. If she is capable of assisting someone, she often times does her best. However, unwilling to let that be spoiled, she often leaves before they can realize she is a witch.
History:
What do you do when you wake and find you are no ordinary being? She was born into a world of chaos and pain. Only blood and tears would ever be found upon her hands. But what if that was a life she did not want?
Xion was born a witch, though she abandoned at birth. Unwanted, unloved, she grew up in the care of foster parents. However, these parents never told her of the horrifying blood that coursed through her veins. And as such, she grew up trying hard to be either a Meister or a Weapon. But she could never attain such a dream. Xion was always a gentle girl, and always tried her hardest at anything that she did. She had a love for strange clothing styles and collecting stuffed animals. She tried hard to make friends, but was always the outcast regardless of how hard she tried.
But she never wavered. Her smile was constant and never faked. She had true hope that someday she would show the world what she was capable of. And every night she dreamed of that, though every day that dream would be shattered.
She was a Witch, no matter what she believed.
As a young child, she grew up knowing only how to be someone that could fit in with those who killed her own kind. But how could she know... that everything would be taken from her?
Xion was teased often because of her inability to use a weapon or transform into one. It was common for a child to be teased for various reasons, and so Xion simply dealt with it and never said a word in opposition. But as the years drifted by, her spirit broke little but little. And one day, that teasing went too far. Tears spilled from her eyes, her entire frame shaking in fear. Silver blade lashed out, taking her right eye with it as it went. A piercing scream, a black out, and words that would forever condemn her.
"Pan, pan, panther, panthra!"
And then the wind tore their skin apart like paper, unseen claws spilling their blood onto the ground. And then everyone knew. They knew why she was incapable of being one of them.
She was a Witch.
And so she ran, ran as fast as her feet would allow. To her home, to question her parents. And when they gave her an answer she did not want to hear, all she could do was flee the city and never return.
Xion spent many years searching for others like her, other Witches. And what she found, scared her. They were all terrifying, willing to kill anyone and anything without pause. Was she really like them?
All she wanted was to be in a place she would be accepted.
But in this world, she would never be welcome on either side.
With no place left to hide, Xion decided. She would go to see Lord Death, and beg him to give her a place to stay. She wasn't a bad Witch, she only wanted a home.
And so she began to sneak through the city, growing closer and closer to her destination.
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THE SECRETS I LET OUT
[/font]THE SECRETS I LET OUT
Mantra: "Pan, pan, panther, panthra!"
Spells/Abilities: This part of the profile details what your witch can do. Each spell must follow your specific animals theme. The abilities all witches start out with are: Soul Protect, Flight, Spiritual Flexibility, Longevity.
- Midnight Storm - Like a tornado, blades of darkness like claws, swirl around the enemy to keep them from moving.
- Dark Fury - The shadows form and fly at the enemy, always two sets of four, shaped like claw marks. They slash at the enemy, and tear away flesh though they are not strong enough to break through the bone.
- Night Roar - Xion lets out a piercing roar which temporarily messes with the enemy's sensory--mainly their sense of sight--allowing her to escape or get a head start on an attack.
- Violet Claws - A dark violet aura surrounds Xion's arms, taking the form of paws with long, razor-sharp claws. This allows her to fight in close-range combat. She can also combine this with Dark Fury.
- Moonlit Beast - Darkness swells together, creating a large panther that can attack in unison with Xion. It can also keep her enemy at bay if she is fleeing.
Performance: As mentioned before, Xion is not one who actually fights unless absolutely necessary. Because of this, she is often harmed and most times she does not fight back, only flees. Xion has a frail body because of her unstable emotional state. Because of this, she is unable to fight for long periods of time unless she is completely driven to win that fight. Xion is deathly afraid of weapons, as it was a weapon that stole her right eye.[/size]
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THE PUPPETEER
[/font]THE PUPPETEER
Name: Xion or Asch.
Age: Eighteen. WILL BE NINETEEN ON THE 19th OF APRIL!
RP Experience: FFF... like five years.
Password: Somewhere over the RAINBOOOWWW~
RP Sample:
Excitement filled her veins, and she ran as fast as her tiny legs would carry her. Today, today for sure! She had been dreaming about it last night. She had transformed into a weapon, and now today she knew it had to happen. An expression of sheer joy was apparent on her features, and she nearly tripped over herself as she ran a little to fast.
Oceanic hues peered straight ahead, determined, ready to prove to everyone that she was the best weapon out there. The school appeared in her vision, and she tried to push herself a little more. Faster, faster, she had to show them all!
Up the steps and through the doors. The students were all shuffling into their classes. Xion did just the same, nearly careening into several walls and students in the process. Had she run any faster, should have been flying. Stumbling up the steps, she yanked herself into her seat, body gasping for breath. Her heartbeat raced inside her chest, fingers fidgeting and begging for her turn to come so she could finally show them all what she could really do.
And then her name was called...
Suddenly she was nervous, but still, she stood in front of the class with a gaze of hope. And then she focused on that weapon for she had seen in her dreams. Yet... her body did not change. No matter how hard she tried, her body did not reform...
And so school ended, with her feeling pathetic and different. Outside the sun was still laughing merrily, and it felt as though it was laughing directly at her. But then a child approached, he laughed in her face, pushed her to the ground. But when she fought back, in only enraged him. And suddenly, her vision flashed crimson. Her right eye flew off, bouncing on the ground before rolling to a halt. Everyone went silent, nothing moved and nothing spoke.
And then she screamed. Her frail hands cupped her bleeding eye socket, and an expression of rage crossed her features.
"Pan, pan, panther, panthra!" She screeched.
Darkness formed and sliced the child into tiny shreds. And then she knew, knew why she had always felt so different.
"S-she's a Witch!"
And then her whole life turned upside down.
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