Post by liese on Jan 4, 2011 23:58:56 GMT -5
LARXENE
Stats
Nicknames: Larxene, Larx, Larxy, Twelve, Savage Nymph.
Age: Appears to be in her young twenties, is actually about thirty.
Gender: Female.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Alignment: Organization XIII.
World: The World That Never Was.
In Battle
Weapon:
Larxene's sole weapons - besides her electricity - are her set of eight throwing knives, typically held four to a hand and in between her fingers. The grip of the knives has the appearance of the top of the Nobody symbol, with three arrow-like points roughly in the outline of a triangle. The blade itself is about three times the length of the points on the grip. Each knife is colored yellow and cyan. The blade is yellow with the base being cyan, and the grip is yellow with each arrow point being cyan. She collectively calls her throwing knives "Foudre".
Fighting Style:
Larxene's petite figure is a red herring when analyzing her fighting style. While she is undeniably quick on her feet, the small Nobody is quite muscular, particularly in the lower-body region. She does not typical attempt to fight physically and rather relies on a combination of her speed, throwing knives, and electricity in battle. While her offensive attacks are powerful, the largest hole in her strategies is her defense. She is quick-paced and has a tendency for grandiose flairs, making her inept when faced with simple and powerful attacks. Another interesting twist on her fighting style is her need to constantly pester and belittle her opponent. She has no desire to finish her battles quick and apace and would much rather draw them out, wearing them down mentally as much as physically. Larxene's attacks are not particularly powerful, but they are consistent and well-aimed - though her strategic planning tends to fade away the more she is losing and the more infuriated she gets. She thinks highly of herself and cannot resist the urge to show-off and taunt her opponent, even during a fight.
Abilities:
KNIFE THROWING* Larxene has achieved near-expertice when it comes to knife throwing. She has the ability to throw any number of her knives with excellent accuracy at a target, and can intertwine electricity around her Foudre for a more painful strike. While once she throws one of her knives she obviously loses it, she can disapparate her weapons and re-summon them quickly to her hands, allowing her to continuously circulate her throwing knives.
[ Can be used indefinitely. ]
LIGHTNING BOLT* Larxene has the power to manipulate electricity and utilize it as a weapon. Her attacks occasionally cause momentarily paralysis, depending on their severity. She exercises her power over electricity in quite a few ways, but most commonly will settle for simply firing large streams of it at her opponent. Small attacks, such as short circuiting a lightbulb or infusing her throwing knives with electricity, take up almost no energy, but the larger the attack, the more exhausted she will get. Her electricity doesn't take any time to "recharge", but increased tiredness will deplete her ability to use copious amounts of it.
[ Can be used indefinitely, though with moderation. ]
MEGA VOLT* During this attack Larxene will levitate high into the air and infuse her throwing knives with electricity so that they create a barrage of lightning when she throws them on the ground around her. This attack saps quite a bit of her energy, often leaving her breathless and thus vulnerable afterwards.
[ Can only be used one every two pages. ]
BLADE STORM* Again infusing her knives with electricity, Larxene plants them around the battlefield. Each releases a stream of electricity that, if touching the target, will attract all of the other streams to the opponent. Not only does this use up a large percentage of energy but it takes a while to prepare and during the attack Larxene is without her knives and almost completely defenseless. The intensity of this attack also gives it the ability to occasionally paralyze the target as well.
[ Can only be used once a thread. ]
TELEPORT RUSH* Not so much an attack as a strategy, Larxene utilizes her ability to portal or to levitate briefly to quickly approach her target and then strike with her knives or electricity. Obviously like all other Nobodies, Larxene has the ability to use the portals of darkness. She also can levitate in the air for short periods of time, approximately ten seconds or so. When levitating she is able to move around and change her direction as well as height, though is typically unable to reach heights greater than around twenty feet given the time she is allotted. That, and floating to more extreme heights and then suddenly falling is a rather poor idea.
[ Can be used indefinitely, though with moderation. ]
Weakness:
Regarding fighting, Larxene's strategy has plenty of holes in it. She's initially cocky and over-confident, and typically resorts to verbally taunting her opponent and thus sacrificing any upper-hand she might have had. In addition to patronizing the enemy, she'll often wear herself out early in the fight with large assaults as means of showing off. Larxene's tactics focus almost primarily on offensive measures, and as such she is practically helpless when the tables sure and she is put on the defense. Once it is obvious to her that she is losing, she has a habit of losing her temper which then dissolves any sense of structure her strategies might have had up until then. She despises defeat and will blindly attack the other with raw power which, while making her strikes more deadly, makes her easier to outmaneuver. So when she is winning she is smug and when she is losing she is infuriated. Larxene's weaknesses stem primarily from her rather abundant pride. Her arrogance and determination not to fail and thus embarrass herself is essentially her biggest weakness as it drastically affects her battling abilities.
Inside Their Mind
Personality:
Larxene comes across a emotional, a being normally coy and confident though easily twisted into an intense rage. She is a very vain and proud individual with a dominant personality. Larxene is loath to take orders from any of her superiors and similarly detests being ranked at the bottom of the Organization. If ever given the opportunity the blonde will consistently take charge. She enjoys bossing others around, if not only for the empowered feeling it gives her. Larxene, however, is not exactly the best leader. She is impulsive and hot-headed and will often act on an urge rather than a solid strategy. She is quickly rallied and prone to violence and, on the same note, could not exactly be considered a patient person. Her "gung-ho" attitude when irritated often gets her into situations over her head which, of course, she will always fail to acknowledge for fear of surrendering her dignity.
Larxene is self-centered and views that in a world like such, one has to be. She is not terribly concerned with having "friends"; she knows her allies and her enemies and how to look out for herself. Her selfish nature is borderline cruel, however. Larxene will seldom do even the smallest favor for another person unless it benefits herself. She does not do "favors" and certainly does not return them. On the flip-side, she does expect hospitality from anyone else, either. Though often quick to trust others, she overall is an independent individual who prides herself in accomplishing everything on her lonesome. She will rarely ask for help, admit her mistake, or back away from something she has already started. In that sense she could be perceived as diligent, though the actuality is she's too afraid that she will be seen as weak if she does not do everything perfectly by herself.
Similarly Larxene is plenty aware of her appearance and, while she takes little delight in romantic involvement, is a massive flirt. In practically any situation Larxene will attempt to use her "feminine wiles" on any person that remotely looks like a male. When not enraged, she's actually quite physical and seductive. Contrary to popular opinion, Larxene is a sweet person as long as things are going her way. She's playful and teasing when she is in the dominant position and enjoys manipulating others physically, verbally, and sexually. Larxene is a compulsive liar though is very skilled at telling others exactly what they want to hear. When she feels like she is pulling the puppet strings, she is charming, flattering, and flirtatious: however, when the tables turn, her pleasant shell quickly vanishes.
Larxene uses physical means as a way to show her displeasure. If she cannot overcome an individual verbally, she will immediately resort to violence. She has no empathy for other people. Death and mutilation are common for her. It's a dog-eat-dog world. And inwardly, she does derive a sort of power-thirsty pleasure from seeing people in pain. Unable to feel sympathy, she's simply left with the feeling of triumph and victory. It does not take much to ruffle her feathers, either. Larxene is easily offset and is prone to holding grudges. She does not calm down quickly either, and gets extremely moody when she is upset. She responds positively to flattery and success, while things such criticisms, pain, or defeat light her short fuse.
For all of her vanity, Larxene is actually very gullible. She is a bit more wary about who she can trust this time around, but even still she'll believe most lines that you feed her. In some senses she is immature and still naive; she doesn't understand much about her strange not-supposed-to-exist predicament and for however much she enjoys manipulating others, she's really easy manipulated herself. Larxene is a "shoot first, ask questions later" sort of person. Also not obvious by her demeanor, Larxene is indeed a sensitive individual. She is critical of herself and her insecurity makes her unable to take insulting comments in stride. Larxene is impersonal; she hardly ever lets anyone in beyond her harsh outside. She's afraid of being mocked or looked down upon and thus feels a constant need to act confident and degrading.
History:
Relena's early life was nothing profound. She was born into a plain-looking townhouse flat with whitewash siding and a faded brown roof. The hedges leading to the front door were always unkempt and the single tree in the front yard shed spiky balls all over the lawn. Its sort of dull exterior reflected the stereotypical family living inside, so Relena always thought. Her parents weren't anything special beyond an aging and innocent couple married at ages forty-one and thirty-eight. Her mother was an uneducated florist and her father was an eccentric meteorologist that would point out to his first-borne the curvature of evening clouds or sit with her and watch the rain pelt the windows and lightning flash in the distance.
Relena was the first child, the one born a year and a half after the wedding and the one that was insatiably spoiled rotten and fawned over. While being a rather inquisitive and intelligent baby, the little blonde girl was prone to violent temper tantrums and wild mood swings and proved to be quite the expert juvenile kleptomaniac when it came to playdates. Even with her domineering and aggressive attitude, Relena still wasn't the baby-stopper. Her younger sister Celia was born when the blonde was three years old and the poor baby soon became the victim of Relena's jealous tirades. After their second child, the couple decided to call the baby-making quits and thus Relena's four person family was cemented for the meantime.
The blonde matured into a smart aleck as she became a child. From the beginning she was a tomboy, and always enjoyed playing with the boys rather than the girls. She resented femininity and developed her extreme athleticism, if only because she was overly competitive and strove to be better at everything than anyone else. She was a bit of a juvenile delinquent as well; Relena never took well to listening to authority. Her relationship with her sister was closer than the relationship she had with her parents and all through her childhood she considered Celia to be her best female friend. To make a long and repetitive story short, the young blonde's childhood was marked by hiding on the playground after recess had ended, stealing pudding cups from her classmates, and sitting alone in her room with her sister, racing raindrops down the window pane.
Her teenage years were more or less the same. She was quiet and stubborn, though still rather witty and reluctantly social. It was during these years that her younger sister was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia. She was hospitalized and underwent two cycles of chemotherapy before she was released. Relena's family's financial belt tightened immensely, and when it was determined that Celia's leukemia had recurred, they were pushed over the edge. Relena's parents stripped away any purchases that weren't absolute necessities and took out loans to pay for what was determined to be the only possible cure, a stem cell transplant.
When she was seventeen her family was forced to sell their house and move into a small apartment. By now the blonde was observant enough to recognize that her family was slowing slipping into debt, and her sister wasn't recovering. After two months the doctors deemed that Celia had rejected the new stem cells and suffered from a graft-versus-host disease and most likely only less than a year left to live. Shortly after Relena had turned eighteen, her sister passed away, leaving nothing but a pile of medical bills in her wake. Her sibling's death had a profound effect on Relena's family. Her parents quarreled over money and her mother took prescription pills for depression. Relena began to isolate herself. She little interest in friendship or school or any other activities, and put up a wall around herself. She would snap at another who attempted to become close to her and would occasionally take a physical and aggressive turn. Following Celia's death, Relena started a pattern of acting out and threatening anyone that tried to guide her in any other direction.
It's hard to mark when one's heart begins to be consumed by darkness, though around the time when she was eighteen would be a good bet. Her parents made the decision to untie to the knot and Relena's father moved out, leaving Relena to live with her mentally unstable mother. Her mother curbed her depression-induced insanity by taking copious amounts of pills and thus Relena was given the job of providing income for her now two person family. With no friends, a wounded family, and a certainly dismal future, Relena collapsed further, keeping her hatred of the world bottled up inside her. Lacking the integrity to move on, her festering enmity began to eat away at her heart until she finally lost herself to the darkness the clouded her mind.
Larxene was born into the World That Never Was and was soon swept into the Organization XIII where she was given the number XII and her title, the Savage Nymph. In general she viewed her 'transformation' as a blessing rather than a curse. Unlike many of the other Nobodies, Larxene never had a desire to regain her heart. She was delighted by her newfound powers and took to her role like a duck to water, attempting to discard the poor memories of her former life. And even from the start, Larxene's relationships with the other Organization members were strained. Her hatred of the superior members began early, what with their frivolous orders and what not. The only high-up member that she didn't intensely despise was Axel: he wasn't bad looking and didn't have a deadbeat personality like many of the others did. At one part she perhaps would have viewed the red-head as a "friend", never realizing until it was too late that their relationship was one-sided.
Regardless, the only other Nobody she honestly enjoyed was Marluxia. Their opinions coincided - notably about the 'superior' Nobodies - and thus began the plot to overthrow the Organization. Overeager, she unwittingly sucked Axel into their master plan. Her reassignment to Castle Oblivion seemed like a marvelous stroke of luck but was hardly a coincidence; Larxene was not as great at keeping secrets as she had believed. She faced Sora once, bursting with confidence, goading him into ascending the steps of Castle Oblivion and finding Naminé. Shortly after, Axel revealed himself to be a double-agent and released Naminé to go and spill their plans to Sora. Outraged at Axel's betrayal and her own failure, Larxene attempted to eliminate Sora but ultimately failed, dying and fading into the darkness.
However she was drawn back to life, seemingly moments after her death. Confused, she found her way back to the World That Never Was where she was surprisingly pardoned by the Superior and filled in on Sora's triumph and similarly the collapse of the entire Organization.
Sample Post
The cold snapped her conscious to attention as if yanked from a sickly dream. The blonde gasped urgently, all air pressed from her lungs in a loud cough as the frigid needles in the air caught in her throat. The feeling had stopped. She had felt lighter and lighter, dizzy, the bleak walls of Castle Oblivion swirling before her and then curling into themselves and vanishing in black. Her feet and legs and chest and arms beneath her had fallen apart and were twisting upwards before her appalled gaze, twisting into the sky like tendrils of thick smoke. The remembrance bubbled to the surface of her mind: she was dying. The Nobody's face tensed in disgust as she recalled the short Keyblader's devoted expression - the single detail that stuck out as the room caved in upon itself - and immediately a surge of resentment washed over her. So she really was dead, then. Larxene figured that when you were living on borrowed time, you didn't get much in the way of a second chance. However during one of the times that she had been pondering her inevitable afterlife, this certainly was not one of the options she had thought of. Eternal darkness, fiery pits of hell - maybe just nothingness.
But this was a bit askew. Snow extended from where her hands were planted on the ground, running across the world's floor and buffering against squat red buildings whose windows glowed from a light within. She had been here before, maybe a couple times. Subtleties nagged at her memory. The answer came slowly, rolling through her frantic mind. It was the brother city to Halloween Town: Christmas Town, the small wintery village run by the obese man in the red cloak and his army of festive midgets. The blonde's brows knitted in caution, her gaze flitting around the seemingly empty plaza. She was not outfitted in her normal garb, either; with mounting self-consciousness Larxene acutely noted that she was suited in a short green dress edged with fur, a broad red flower dangling from the neckline in the center of her chest. Unnerved, the Nobody pulled herself to her feet, standing unstably in the snow as she surveyed her surroundings. Obscure tranquility. Her breath hung in thick boughs of fog. Perhaps fate had trapped her in a cage, creating a picturesque landscape stolen a stray thought from her memories. From what she could recall, the scene looked perfect. If it had changed from what she remembered it was not by much. It was impeccable, a suspiciously minor location with such detailed framework that it begged the question -
Perhaps she had survived? That seemed idiotic, but she could not keep the taunting thought from her mind. She had watched herself die, watched every little fragment of her being arc upwards and felt the sinister numbness as she realized her legs were gone and her breath caught as her lungs ripped away - but now, everything stood still and composed and she was here, whole, as though the event had never occurred. But it had, she knew. She could not have created a portal in that fragment of time and even if she could, she doubted it would have done much use. Tentatively she thought of Marluxia but forcing logic back into her wishful fantasies she knew that not even he would have the power to restore life to the dead. And Axel; that red-haired man's name was shroud with wild storm cloud of bitter thoughts and angry words and she would most certainly deal with him later if he ever had the unpleasantry of being cursed to Christmas Town as well. After he was dealt his punishment in the real world she would haunt his damn ghost throughout the web of the afterlife until he was on his knees and begging for clemency. Ploys of revenge picked through her head as she wandered across the stretch of the plaza. They were a small comfort, merely an anchor of old life that she could cling to after being thrust into this disembodied state. With Axel's betrayal she would not have died. Without his betrayal the plan would have followed through and she would no longer have to suffer under the title of "XII", no longer be labeled subsidiary to such blatantly inferior morons.
While she would not place the blame for her defeat upon her own lap, indirectly it was she that caused Axel's treachery. In her consuming excitement she had jumped to conclusions and deduced that he thought to topple the Organization as well - and he had said yes, and so she drew him in and told him everything. But of course he had been lying. So in her anger she had flown at their little pawn Sora and he, quite simply, promptly disposed of her and thus she was here, lost, juggling her thoughts of faint fear and eclipsing rage. There was no further point to her anger but she could not help it as the realization of her fate settled squarely upon her shoulders. She had faded, failed, and was utterly humiliated at the hands of Axel, a man that she - she, the snide nymph who demanded fear and respect out of even those incorrectly positioned above her - had stupidly trusted. The Nobody's face had sunken into an ardent glare. Her surroundings were so ironically cheerful and she, so merrily done up like a little elf, glowered at the broken carousel and the plain buildings and the ugly overcast sky above. Nothingness would have been more preferable than this. She would have cloaked herself in darkness and skulked around in the shadows of eternity, screaming because she had lost, curling up and shivering because she was dead, alone, and never coming back.
The door creaked open. The building it was attached to was quite a bit larger than its companions, though still a bold red trimmed with overhangings covered in snow. The sound in the pulsating silence attracted the blonde's attention and her critical gaze snapped to the house where a tiny man in green apparel was scooting out the gap between the door frame and the door itself. He had a fat, uninteresting face and wore a perky hat whose exceptional length made Larxene's brows raise. It was one of those strange, short men with a quivering smile that trailed the man in the red cloak. The cretin's eyes seemed to have fallen upon the Nobody as well for he stopped, the door swaying shut behind him. His moronic expression did not change much but she saw him shift, torn between curiosity and an inherent sense of alarm. If the elf was here, did that imply that he was dead as well? Larxene's lips parted as if she was going to ask but instead her face twisted into a resentful sneer. Perhaps he was some sort of visual illusion, or, or - she was running out of explanations for her predicament, a sort of helpless feeling which only fueled her swelling temper.
An idea occurred to her. She felt dumb for not having thought of it sooner but arrogantly brushed her folly aside. Craning her neck upwards, the festive Nobody stretched her arms out to either side. The familiar feeling of metal pressed against the sides of her fingers as her throwing knives appeared in a flash of darkness. The poor elf seemed stupefied. It was no matter to her, for Larxene's delight at being able to summon her weapon was beginning to ebb away at her sour mood. Revitalized, a smug smile settled itself between her two lifted cheeks.
"Well aren't you cute." The Nobody cooed, thick sarcasm lacing her words. Gracefully, she lunged - the knives in her right hand leapt from her swinging fingers and sailed across the plaza to the spot where the elf had been standing. The little man had regained his sanity and by the time the nymph had moved he had jumped for the doorknob, elegant blue and yellow knives striking against the side of the building as he re-vanished back inside. Larxene snorted, distracted as the fallen objects dissolved in a puddle of darkness before reappearing back within her grip. The woman pivoted, a reckless expression etching her face. Effortlessly shoots of electricity rained down like skeletal fingers upon the city, sweeping against pointed rooftops and the snowy ground before retracting their touch back up within the sky. Larxene's head tilted, observing with pride the smoke weakly floating upwards in the wake of each lightning bolt. As she was led to believe, she had gotten to keep charge of all of her old abilities while being stripped of all limitations life thrust upon her - namely the ability to die. The blonde's tongue licked over her lips, her eyes snaking around the snowy city in search for any more of those little cretinous elves. So long as she was dead she might as well make the best of it, quickly before the reality of her dismal situation burdened her once more.
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