Post by Marluxia on Nov 14, 2010 2:17:04 GMT -5
MARLUXIA
Stats
Nicknames: The Graceful Assassin, Mar, Marly, XI/Eleven
Age: Thirty One; but does not appear to have left his early twenties.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, with a female preference.
Alignment: Organization XIII
World: The World That Never Was
In Battle
Weapon:
Graceful Dahlia: Marluxia’s weapon, Graceful Dahlia, is a pink bladed scythe. It has a green handle, and a pink and yellow ‘X’ holding the blade to the stick.
Fighting Style:
As the title of Graceful Assassin implies, Marluxia utilizes grace in his maneuvers. He can move very quickly about an area, swiping his scythe, perhaps being one of the fastest members of the organization. He also uses plants in his attacks, such as thorned vines, from his ability to command plants. For having a longer ranged weapon, the man seems content with getting up close to his enemies. After all, the saying goes keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
Abilities:
Plant Command: Marluxia has the ability to control and command plants, and especially flowers. He has been known to work with anything from vines to venus flytraps. Using them, he can do something as simple as sprout one from the earth, or entwine his enemies in thorn-coated brush. Of course, the plants die with an abnormally short life span, living for only a couple of minutes, and being killed with very a few whacks of a decent weapon. Not to mention fire magic. The larger they are, the faster they die. To add, Marluxia has to focus to actually make the plants do things, leaving his body relatively vulnerable.
Petal Blade: By hitting his scythe on the ground, Marluxia is capable of creating a shockwave. If close enough to him, the movement can usually knock someone off their feet. It creates a resistance against him for a second, making it hard to instantly attack a person affected by it. It’s more used to get people away from his body than to attack a person that’s down.
Petal Clone: A near-flawless clone of Marluxia. It can take a good beating, and disperses puffs of cherry blossom petals when hit. This does not go without weakening the actual Marluxia. He can only control one clone at a time, but is capable of creating a new clone immediately after another disappears. He can only comfortably create up to four copies in one sitting, and as such, avoids creating more than this. They are capable of using techniques that Marluxia has, but if one were to fight the real Marluxia, they would realize that the attacks aren’t quite as powerful, and it seems like every clone after the first just gets weaker.
*This takes fifteen percent energy and 'wilt' away after two pages, unless only walking, sitting, talking, or killed.
Second Form (Nobody): A mecha-styled nobody that Marluxia is found perched upon. It has two pink scythes, seeming as its arms, and can slash at the opponent. It is capable of shooting a (generally) non-lethal pink energy ray. The only time the ray is considered potentially deadly is if hit enough times with it, as it feels more as a burn where it hits, than anything else. Allowing the ray to touch one’s skin for several seconds can result in the flesh being completely burnt away from the location. It is capable of a more powerful shockwave attack called Circle Reject, but is also slowed because it requires slamming one of its blades into the ground, and not only reacts sluggishly due to size, but the blades occasionally become lodged in the ground. It’s blades can be broken, and once they are, the nobody is practically useless, and easily defeated. With Marluxia’s positioning on the nobody, he is also relatively open, as he cannot leave the creature’s body for its duration of existence.
*This takes thirty percent of Marluxia's energy and can only be used once per thread. If destroyed, it can't be used for an extra thread.
Third Form (Nobody): Marluxia’s only other nobody, appearing more fluid than the other one, and almost angel-like. The weapon it wields is a larger replica of its master’s. It is capable of creating a gale of wind that can usually push back someone, although it is relatively harmless, save for the cherry blossom petals inside the winds, creating a paper cut-like effect. It has almost snake-like appendages, with blades resembling part of its scythe, which are able to move on their own accord, lashing at anyone that gets too close. Marluxia is defenseless during this time, wrapped in thorn covered vines in order to control the nobody. He is incapable of attacking or moving unless it is through the angel shaped nobody during this time.
*It takes thirty-nine percent of his energy, but cannot be used more than once every two threads. If destroyed, it cannot be used for three threads following its demise.
Weakness:
Pride: Oh, yes, if anything were to get him, it would be his pride. Damaging it may unravel him, and he tends to bite off more than he can chew due to it.
Talkative: Marluxia certainly isn’t known for his short speeches. Not only will he get frustrated if someone interrupts him, but he may try to start all over again, boring and annoying any listeners. It is an easy distraction for him, and causes a lack of focus, which can create an easy target.
Defense: Outside of being able to use his clones to substitute his own body in a fight, Marluxia’s defense is lacking. Direct attacks on him are fairly difficult to avoid, unless he can spin his scythe to block it, but doing so only protects his front, and leaves him more vulnerable with the time that it takes to slow the weapon enough to stop it, after reaching a speed capable of deflecting a weapon.
Energy Some of Marluxia’s attacks are only capable of being used with his energy. This is the very same energy that keeps him functioning, and isn’t actually as expendable as may sound. When used, it drains from his actual being, weakening himself. Once down to the last ten percent, Marluxia finds it difficult to move, let alone attack, and by the last percent of his energy, can’t even stand. Once he reaches one percent, he only has the energy remaining to use a dark portal and flee to a, hopefully, safe location to allow him to rest. Lost energy carries onto the next thread.
Inside Their Mind
Personality:
Marluxia is a deceptive man, at one point even attempting to betray the Organization. He is quite vain and an arrogant man. Marluxia prefers if the spotlight is on himself, wanting to be considered better than he really is, possibly relating to his obsession with superiority over things and people. The man is manipulative and will say and do things to try to get his own way, working on people’s fears, and other’s emotions. Perhaps, at one point, Marluxia was a little too trusting, but after Axel betrayed him, he has found it difficult to trust anyone, other than Larxene, as she had been trustworthy until her death.
The pink haired man doesn’t pretend that he has emotions, often opting to a monotone voice, and emotionless actions. He feels no guilt or pity for people, and certainly not concern. Out of habit from experiencing emotions, he is not beyond smirking and laughing, however. It seems as more time passes with the other Organization member’s faking their emotions, he becomes more and more expressive, cracking a smile, or giving off an irritated voice. Perhaps, somewhere in there, Marluxia has a soft spot, but even to himself, it is unknown, and has a high likeliness of remaining that way.
After his death, he’s become only slightly more conscious of his actions, having seemed to learn almost nothing from the events leading up to it. Although he would find pleasure in becoming the superior, he has decided to put any plots of overthrowing the Organization to a standstill, as he believes that he is currently on shaky grounds regarding everything. It is very likely that he is, too.
History:
Born Lamuria, he was raised by his loving mother and father. Lamuria was a happy young boy, although his dad was often busy in town and unable to spend time with his child. This was made up by the child following his mom everywhere she went, which was frequently her greenhouse. There, he would help her tend to the flowers, having a true appreciation of the plants, unlike many children his age, and learned the meaning of all of the flowers that she had in the greenhouse. His interest in the flowers didn’t bother his mother at all, only producing warm smiles and loving embraces, which the child thrived on. Even if he had done something wrong, she would still offer him a hug upon returning to her side.
The first time that the boy had seen her cry was when he had done the first thing to disappoint her, and it shattered his heart. This was caused by children a little older than him teasing him about his affection toward his mother, and calling him stupid for being younger than they were. As his mom wasn’t there, he had no knowledge that trying to fight the boys would upset her as much as it had, and he strived to stay the center of her heart. Of course, he got horribly beaten up, and came home with bruises on his body, including his face and eye. The sight of her only child in such a condition caused the mother to hug him tightly and just cry. Never did Lamuria want to see his mom’s pretty blue eyes shed tears again. And he struggled to make himself as perfect to her as possible to avoid such a situation.
Reflecting, perhaps he would have rathered see her cry one more time, instead of having to encounter the events that would later unfold. Hearing a commotion in the greenhouse, he went out to see what it was, fearing that one of the less enjoyable teenagers of the town had broken in to destroy the plants, but instead came to a worse sight. Blood strewn on otherwise white Carnations, eating at the Daisies and Gardenias, caused the teen to recoil in horror. The sight caused his stomach to turn, dropping to his hands and knees, and had crawled toward his fears. The one person that he had sought during the times he needed warmth had become his largest fear, as Lamuria found his mother’s body draped across her flowers. The horrified teen had reverted to a child in seconds, screaming and crying over her until the neighbors came to find the gruesome sight and dragged him away, calling doctors in hopes of being able to save the already deceased woman. Of course, she was unable to be saved, as it had been too late before Lamuria had even spotted the sight. Until his father had answered the door to their home, Lamuria stayed at the neighbors, wide eyed and in an upright fetal position at their kitchen table.
As it had turned out, one of Lamuria’s few childhood friends had broken into the greenhouse as an “initiation” into a gang, not expecting to find the woman inside. When she had spotted him, she had panicked and attempted to hit him with a nearby stool, instead irritating the man and causing him to take a nearby gardening tool and hit her with it. Although he claimed that he didn’t realize that he had actually hurt her, Lamuria believed otherwise from the scene that had been left. To make matters worse, his father, only months later, kicked him out of the house as he, “looked like his mother,” too much. Being informed that he had to leave, the distressed teen assaulted his father, wrapping his fingers around the man’s throat and screaming at him. His sorrows had twisted into anger as he was told this, and had proceeded to bash his father into a nearby wall a few times before the shock had worn from the man and promptly beat Lamuria back, forcing the pink haired teen to run from the house or face worse punishment. Perhaps, the one thing that had haunted him was as he was being beaten down, his father had informed him that he needed to learn to ‘stay in his place’ as a lesser being in the household and to follow the orders given to him.
The maddening events could only lead the poor teen slowly into the darkness, although it took years to truly melt away into the state of a nobody. Luckily, the nobody was found by Xigbar and Xaldin, and introduced to the Organization as Marluxia.
Over time, he ended up becoming not only the lord of Castle Oblivion, but also the head of the rebellion. His obsession with being lesser than others had driven him to a sense of madness, needing to be satiated by becoming the Superior. With Larxene at his side, and Namine as his worker bee, he worked to control Sora, but failed as Axel betrayed him, revealing Marluxia to be the true traiter in the Organization. Wasting his energy with Sora, he withered away, much like his plants.
Although he had been gone for quite a while, it seemed only seconds until he had found himself appearing again in a building with other Organization members. Had his ‘death’ been but a dream? No. No, it was not a dream. But the only important thing was that he, along with everyone else, was ‘alive.’ And once again, he was back to number eleven.
Sample Post
With his head down, blue eyes fixed themselves on the white table in front of him. Their eyes were on him. Eyes of those that had known burnt into his skull. Looking up, a smirk flitted across The Graceful Assassin’s lips, searching for the red haired man that had foiled all of his plans. Hard work had all been destroyed by one being, and he would be sure to return this favor if given the chance. Of course, Marluxia knew better than to display this. He wouldn’t tell anyone that he despised Axel, and wouldn’t even tell the redhead. Surely, the man knew that he was disliked by the other. Axel was smarter than that.
To his luck, he had been pardoned from his traitorous activities, but he knew that it was a strict pardon, where he would be watched. He was just glad that it didn’t mean that he was going to have a babysitter wander around with him. Brushing his hand back, over his head, pink petals fluttered about his face, making sure that stray strands of his feathery hair were all tucked into his hood before he pulled it up. Slowly, he rose to his feet, staring at those in front of him, only to turn and walk around the table, dragging his fingertips across it until he had moved too far away to be able to touch it. He wouldn’t speak a word at the moment. Words would only cause trouble among them, if he spoke anything of his thoughts currently.
Pausing, he seemed to stare off into space. Eyes closing, the man thought of his death for a second. This was the second time he had returned. The first time was becoming a nobody. This time, he had as a pre-existing member of the Organization. The thought of before he had become a nobody left a bitter taste on his tongue, causing his eyes to snap open. The taste still lingering in his mouth, the man continued to make his way down the corridor.
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