Nuxoarfiles :P

Name: Nuxoar

Age: Around 30

Race: Human

Alignment: Self

Weapon: The Blade that Never Was.
A broadsword, highly decorated with indented symbols and designs of Gothic and Celtic nature. The Blade is black, being coated with Dark material, while the etchings appear white. The hilt is constructed similarly, being ornate and stylish like the blade.

Abilities: Nuxoar has the unique ability to “Play Heartstrings”. He can “pluck”, “tangle”, “weave”, and “cut” the emotions of someone’s heart. (This is how he is certain he has no heart). This ability is hardly useful in combat, requiring some time to perform, but can prove useful when performed.
Plucking: With this hand motion and hard concentration, Nuxoar can agitate a certain emotion to the surface of the heart, inciting or igniting the emotion against the victim’s will.
Tangling: By tying knots in the air with visualized emotion strings, Nuxoar can confuse his victim, causing the emotions to race wildly and rapidly change.
Weaving: Similar to tangling, except by making distinct patterns with the heartstrings, Nuxoar can turn one emotion into another, causing an adverse or opposition reaction toward stimuli. (For example, upon receiving news of death, Nuxoar can cause his victim to express joy instead of sorrow.)
Cutting: By “snipping” surface emotions or “sawing” through deeper feelings, Nuxoar can eliminate all traces of an emotion temporarily.

Physical Description: Nuxoar appears almost exactly like Auron, save the scar on his face. He also styles his hair differently, letting it grow long and combing downwards. (Think emo flip) Though he is not a member of Org.XIII, he dons their signature black cloak.

Personality: Nuxoar is completely emotionless and robotic. Cold and inhuman, he has no one to even call “acquaintance.” He seems to be detested by most commonfolk, yet sought out heavily by employers in the hitman business. He is far from legendary, never emerging above the radar enough to draw a spotlight. He could be considered a shadow, and has the stealth to play the part, but Nuxoar has a tendency to toy with his victims, leaving them memorable quotes and movie-scene poses.

History: Upon returning to the Underworld to “write his own story”, Auron encounters an entity that identifies itself as “Bill.” It has a humanoid shape and a heartless appearance, and it tells Auron that it has “plans” for him. Auron tries to ignore Bill, but it keeps appearing to him wherever he goes, rambling on about its plans for Auron and how special he is to it. Auron even tries to kill Bill at one point, but it fades and flees faster than Auron can attack. Afraid it might turn on him, Auron decides to leave Bill alone entirely…Until he needs its help. Auron is in the depths of the Underworld, battling various heartless and nobodies, when he is struck down by a dead soul trying to escape. He regains consciousness apparently tied in chains by his assailant. Auron turns to Bill and asks for help, unaware that it was Bill itself that had tied Auron up. Bill agrees, but says Auron must do something for it in return. Desperate to put the dead soul back its place, he agrees. Bill releases the chains with a flick of its hands and lets Auron return the soul to its rest. After he has completed his task, Bill appears for a final time and asks for a drop of Auron’s blood. He agrees, and Bill pricks his finger on a dark fang, which infects Auron with a dark poison. Bill places the drop of blood on a contract, sealing the deal to turn over Auron’s heart, and the dark poison takes over … leaving Nuxoar behind. Nuxoar’s first memory is that of Bill, walking away with the contract, holding his heart.

Since then, Nuxoar has journeyed to and fro, developing his odd abilities, collecting rare materials, and trying desperately to find Bill and take back his heart.

**For those interested at all, Nuxoar is part of my very own KH fanfic-in-progress**

 

Name: Erik Sanzaru

Age: 23

Race: Human

Alignment: Light

Weapon: Senbon needles

Abilities: Erik is blind, deaf, and mute. He has been so since birth, but has all his senses in his dreams. His senses of touch and smell, however, are so acute due to the lack of other senses, that they are all he needs to function in combat. He can track enemies by their specific scent and by feeling the direction the wind has carried it. He can recognize the slightest differences in smell, acute to the point of predicting how much fluid one has lost by the odor of their perspiration. He can sense the smallest vibration in the ground below him and can pinpoint the location, body mass, and stance of everyone around him in a twenty foot radius. He can also “hear” certain sounds with lower frequencies by feeling their vibrations.

He can also juggle.

Physical Description: He is very lean, almost underweight for his height of 5’8”, though that weight is almost entirely muscle. He has many scars across his body and face (to do his inability to sense and dodge airbourne weaponry) and is slightly hunchbacked. He wears a tight black tunic and a ninja-style mask, except the opening is not around his eyes, but his nose.

Personality: Though he doesn’t talk much (lol), Erik is a very fun-loving person outside of combat. He can communicate with his friends by signing, and they can talk to him by speaking onto his skin, such as his arms and shoulders which he keeps exposed when lax. He loves jokes and loves to laugh, but when it calls for it, he can be a serious and stern leader. In combat, he puts all laughing aside, and has a very respectable, samurai-like manner.

History: Born Unnamed, this blind/deaf/mute was left to die on a small island by his parents. He was taken in by a Tribal Family and raised as one of their own, being called “He Opens Not His Eyes”, or Honhe. Taking great pride in hunting, the family, especially boys Erik’s age, outcasted him, relating him to the females who stayed at home to sew garments. He did take up sewing, despite his disabilities, and became decent at the craft. But he was not exceptional, and he grew tired of feeling the low gurgle of insults vibrating against his sensitive skin, so one day he picked up a handful of his sewing needles and charged into the jungle after the hunters. Amidst the confusion and danger, his senses peaked, and he saved himself from the wild boars that roamed the jungle floor by throwing needles at their knees. Over time and with practice, he became the most skilled hunter of the Tribe, and when it came time to set sail onto the sea (as was another of their traditions) he followed the smell of Paopu all the way to Destiny Islands. Here he re-named himself and began his new life defending the citizens of different worlds from the heartless.
**Erik is also in my fanfic-in-progress**