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Name: Ana
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Contact Info: AIM: CrazyPhoenixGirl, MSN: sharpshooteryazoo@hotmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
❦ Character Info
Name: Xehanort “Ansem” Tenebrae
Movie/series: Kingdom Hearts
Year/Position: College sophomore
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): N/A
Powers(if any): Unlike his brother, he does not possess a Keyblade. However, he does have skill in magic and with a polearm. He tries to avoid fire spells, though. The experiments done to his own heart have increased his endurance, his strength and his speed on top of that.
Canon history: His history covers three different people, possibly four or five.
AU history: Xehanort Tenebrae is one of twin children, named after his grandfather on his father’s side. He had two loving parents, a wonderful godfather named Eraqus and his twin brother, Terra. Life was pretty much picture perfect when he was young. He was happy, a bit mischievous, and he was normal. Nothing could have been better in their happy little family.
But nothing stays perfect forever.
It was just another day in their family. Xehanort and Terra got to help their mother cook, and in his excitement to taste the results, Xehanort forgot to turn off the stove. A rag was left on said stove and it ended up catching fire, burning down the house. Xehanort only escaped because Terra carried him out on his back, their parents perishing in the fire.
They spent awhile in the hospital after that, Xehanort being touch-and-go from the smoke inhalation. As he was unconscious during the escape, he didn’t realize until he became stable that Terra had taken a burning support beam while pulling him through the burning house. There, when they were much more stable, they were told the cause of the fire. Xehanort then came to blame himself for both the deaths of his parents and the injuries his brother had received.
Eraqus found them there and took them in. When they were released, he brought them to his home—the Land of Departure. There, they became a makeshift family as Xehanort’s health improved Over time, it became more noticeable that he had been effected in more ways than just the weakened lungs and trauma: as his hair grew out, it was white instead of the darker color it initially was.
When they were a bit older, Eraqus made a tough decision. Terra could be trained under him—burn scars were easy enough to work around with time. However, Xehanort’s lung damage meant that he wouldn’t be able to go through the same training, or anything near it. So, Eraqus made arrangements and, after a tearful good-bye, sent the boy to Radiant Garden to study and explore his potential in the sciences.
Once there, Xehanort quickly began to consume any and all knowledge he could. Very quickly he became a star student and top of his class. This earned the interest of the king, Ansem, and soon enough, he found himself in an apprenticeship with five others—including the son of the king himself. They bonded fast enough, though it was far looser on Xehanort’s end.
Eventually, curiosity caused him to coax the others into researching the secrets of the heart. It went further, though, as his thirst for knowledge overrode his morals—which had been shaky to begin with. They performed inhumane experiments on themselves, and even others less-than-willing subjects. While the other five subjected themselves to certain fields of magic, he went with a broader spectrum.
There were days he was sick due to the stress on his body, but the experiments on his heart seemed to strengthen his body overall. He took up training with a polearm in his free time, and soon enough had become skilled enough to be decent in a fight.
However, nothing lasts. Their experiments were discovered, and they were all exiled. Their names were written from the history of their home, and so they took new names. Xehanort was the only one who kept his name, feeling that it suited with all the tragedy already connected to it. However, their bonds of brotherhood didn’t last.
First Xigbar, then Vexen left. After that, Lexaeus and Zexion abandoned them. And finally, Xaldin went his own way. Alone once more, Xehanort took the name of his former king and master and began to travel more extensively. By this time, all of the blows from his past and the experiments to his own heart had rendered him cold toward the world.
Eventually, his wanderlust died down. He decided it was time to face the music and so returned to the Land of Departure—only to find it had been taken by the Mist. Now with nowhere to go and panicking because he no longer knew where his godfather and brother were, Xehanort began to scour the lands not taken by the Mist.
It was in a small village inn that he received his invitation to the Academy. With nowhere else to turn and no clues as to where his family was, he took it. It was, after all, an opportunity—and he isn’t one to waste opportunities.
Personality: First and foremost, Xehanort is emotionally distant from most people. Possibly the only exceptions are Eraqus, his godfather, and Terra, his brother. Everyone else is viewed as a means to an end, to be used as he sees fit. They are tools, and he’s just the man to use him. It probably doesn’t help that he’s quite the charmer—charismatic and able to act like he truly cares when he needs to.
He is a cruel young man, cold and bordering on heartless. He enjoys the misery of others, or even learning their secrets just so he can tear them down himself. And he’s quite capable of doing it, too, and usually with no remorse. He’ll use his above mentioned charm to work his way past someone’s defenses just to learn their fears, their hopes, their dreams and then, when he’s in the mood, he’ll smash them. If not? He has some nifty fodder to bend people to his will.
His curiosity is insatiable. He looks down on those who don’t seek to learn, even ridiculing them and calling their efforts in life meaningless. He applauds critical thinking and looks down heavily on laziness when it comes to studies. He’s done inhumane things in his search for knowledge, and if he doesn’t see others seeking knowledge with their greatest efforts, he’ll have very little respect for them.
On top of this, he’s rather vain and overconfident. He used to tout that he knows all that there is to know, even though this is untrue. Events at Radiant Garden revealed that he did not, and so he seeks this knowledge beyond his grasp. He’s also willing to go to any lengths to achieve this knowledge, including experimenting on his own heart—and the hearts of others.
His vanity manifests even in his appearance. He’s been known to flaunt what he has in the way of looks. When he gets the chance, he wears an open shirt to show that he does, in fact, work out. He’ll use hand motions to emphasize his speech, and often speaks in a nearly monotone voice. It’ll rise to show more emotion when he’s enraged or taunting, or when he’s acting a part that requires him to.
Greatest Fear: Death. He’s actually quite paranoid of it, having had a brush with it when he was a child. It’s something that’s really stayed with him over the years. He’s careful with anything that might be dangerous, even though he’s often close to danger—a really ironic thing. A close second fear is related to fire, and it took him forever to even get used to the flames on Bunsen burners. It’s why he avoids fire magic as much as possible, as any large flames will send him into a bit of a panic.
What are your plans with this character?: Basically, he’s here to be the magnificent bastard he is—and maybe work his way back to being a bit more human again.
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample:
There are few things that annoy him more than wasted potential. Because of this, he finds himself studying most of the time, rarely breaking. Today finds the young man resting at the fountain in front of the main school building, thumbing through one of the many science books he’s checked out. However, today is a day he can’t seem to concentrate on the words. With a low sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sets the book down. Tilting his head back, he just allows his mind to drift. And, without fail, his thoughts drift towards his brother.
No. No, he’s not going to think on him, and he’s not going to sit here and just be idle. He’s got work to do. Lots of it. Perhaps he could grab a bite before returning to his room to study. Obviously the outdoors is distracting him with memories of days long past when he and his brother ran and played in the sun. It earns a dry, amused chuckle as he pushes himself up and begins to walk across the quad. Yes, a walk should clear his head of all this nonsense. Then he can get back to those studies…
…And yet, within moments, he falls back into that almost dazed sense of self. Perhaps he’s falling ill again, something he’s encountered much more rarely since the experiments. Ha… The experiments. Oh, yes, the reason he’s even here, in the end. Otherwise, he’d be back down there, within Radiant Garden. And perhaps he’d have found some cure to his scarred lungs. While they don’t bother him often anymore, they’re still a bother in the long run.
Hm, yes, perhaps he could go charm someone and break their heart. That always makes him feel better, doesn’t it? And it’s all too easy to do. Just the right smile here, the correct word sequence there…
…Yes, this sounds like a most excellent plan, indeed.
With a faint smirk, “Ansem” begins to direct himself toward a group of students enjoying each other’s company. It should only take a few moments to pick out the weakest of them, and then it’s simple psychology to build them up and then break them down.
First person writing sample:
[When the feed crackles on, it reveals Ansem—shirtless for the moment and looking highly unamused. He usually enjoys flaunting his body in such ways. However, this obviously isn’t one of those times.]
To whoever has decided the theft of my shirts would make a grand prank… I kindly ask that you return them as soon as possible. I’ve studies to return to, and I greatly doubt that you would desire to make enemies with one so skilled in the scientific fields as I am. There are quite the number of experiments I have been wanting to try. Perhaps you’ve a lover? A dear friend? …Or perhaps you yourself would be sufficient. Though I do need quite a sizeable sample size to properly conduct such an experiment…
[He gives that proud and twisted grin, allowing his true colors to bleed through the façade a moment.]
It matters not. I ask you again to return my shirts. That is all.
[As he’s about to turn the video off…]
May darkness take you.
Name: Ana
Journal:
higenshiContact Info: AIM: CrazyPhoenixGirl, MSN: sharpshooteryazoo@hotmail.com
Other Characters: N/A
❦ Character Info
Name: Xehanort “Ansem” Tenebrae
Movie/series: Kingdom Hearts
Year/Position: College sophomore
Non-Speaking Animal Companion(if any): N/A
Powers(if any): Unlike his brother, he does not possess a Keyblade. However, he does have skill in magic and with a polearm. He tries to avoid fire spells, though. The experiments done to his own heart have increased his endurance, his strength and his speed on top of that.
Canon history: His history covers three different people, possibly four or five.
AU history: Xehanort Tenebrae is one of twin children, named after his grandfather on his father’s side. He had two loving parents, a wonderful godfather named Eraqus and his twin brother, Terra. Life was pretty much picture perfect when he was young. He was happy, a bit mischievous, and he was normal. Nothing could have been better in their happy little family.
But nothing stays perfect forever.
It was just another day in their family. Xehanort and Terra got to help their mother cook, and in his excitement to taste the results, Xehanort forgot to turn off the stove. A rag was left on said stove and it ended up catching fire, burning down the house. Xehanort only escaped because Terra carried him out on his back, their parents perishing in the fire.
They spent awhile in the hospital after that, Xehanort being touch-and-go from the smoke inhalation. As he was unconscious during the escape, he didn’t realize until he became stable that Terra had taken a burning support beam while pulling him through the burning house. There, when they were much more stable, they were told the cause of the fire. Xehanort then came to blame himself for both the deaths of his parents and the injuries his brother had received.
Eraqus found them there and took them in. When they were released, he brought them to his home—the Land of Departure. There, they became a makeshift family as Xehanort’s health improved Over time, it became more noticeable that he had been effected in more ways than just the weakened lungs and trauma: as his hair grew out, it was white instead of the darker color it initially was.
When they were a bit older, Eraqus made a tough decision. Terra could be trained under him—burn scars were easy enough to work around with time. However, Xehanort’s lung damage meant that he wouldn’t be able to go through the same training, or anything near it. So, Eraqus made arrangements and, after a tearful good-bye, sent the boy to Radiant Garden to study and explore his potential in the sciences.
Once there, Xehanort quickly began to consume any and all knowledge he could. Very quickly he became a star student and top of his class. This earned the interest of the king, Ansem, and soon enough, he found himself in an apprenticeship with five others—including the son of the king himself. They bonded fast enough, though it was far looser on Xehanort’s end.
Eventually, curiosity caused him to coax the others into researching the secrets of the heart. It went further, though, as his thirst for knowledge overrode his morals—which had been shaky to begin with. They performed inhumane experiments on themselves, and even others less-than-willing subjects. While the other five subjected themselves to certain fields of magic, he went with a broader spectrum.
There were days he was sick due to the stress on his body, but the experiments on his heart seemed to strengthen his body overall. He took up training with a polearm in his free time, and soon enough had become skilled enough to be decent in a fight.
However, nothing lasts. Their experiments were discovered, and they were all exiled. Their names were written from the history of their home, and so they took new names. Xehanort was the only one who kept his name, feeling that it suited with all the tragedy already connected to it. However, their bonds of brotherhood didn’t last.
First Xigbar, then Vexen left. After that, Lexaeus and Zexion abandoned them. And finally, Xaldin went his own way. Alone once more, Xehanort took the name of his former king and master and began to travel more extensively. By this time, all of the blows from his past and the experiments to his own heart had rendered him cold toward the world.
Eventually, his wanderlust died down. He decided it was time to face the music and so returned to the Land of Departure—only to find it had been taken by the Mist. Now with nowhere to go and panicking because he no longer knew where his godfather and brother were, Xehanort began to scour the lands not taken by the Mist.
It was in a small village inn that he received his invitation to the Academy. With nowhere else to turn and no clues as to where his family was, he took it. It was, after all, an opportunity—and he isn’t one to waste opportunities.
Personality: First and foremost, Xehanort is emotionally distant from most people. Possibly the only exceptions are Eraqus, his godfather, and Terra, his brother. Everyone else is viewed as a means to an end, to be used as he sees fit. They are tools, and he’s just the man to use him. It probably doesn’t help that he’s quite the charmer—charismatic and able to act like he truly cares when he needs to.
He is a cruel young man, cold and bordering on heartless. He enjoys the misery of others, or even learning their secrets just so he can tear them down himself. And he’s quite capable of doing it, too, and usually with no remorse. He’ll use his above mentioned charm to work his way past someone’s defenses just to learn their fears, their hopes, their dreams and then, when he’s in the mood, he’ll smash them. If not? He has some nifty fodder to bend people to his will.
His curiosity is insatiable. He looks down on those who don’t seek to learn, even ridiculing them and calling their efforts in life meaningless. He applauds critical thinking and looks down heavily on laziness when it comes to studies. He’s done inhumane things in his search for knowledge, and if he doesn’t see others seeking knowledge with their greatest efforts, he’ll have very little respect for them.
On top of this, he’s rather vain and overconfident. He used to tout that he knows all that there is to know, even though this is untrue. Events at Radiant Garden revealed that he did not, and so he seeks this knowledge beyond his grasp. He’s also willing to go to any lengths to achieve this knowledge, including experimenting on his own heart—and the hearts of others.
His vanity manifests even in his appearance. He’s been known to flaunt what he has in the way of looks. When he gets the chance, he wears an open shirt to show that he does, in fact, work out. He’ll use hand motions to emphasize his speech, and often speaks in a nearly monotone voice. It’ll rise to show more emotion when he’s enraged or taunting, or when he’s acting a part that requires him to.
Greatest Fear: Death. He’s actually quite paranoid of it, having had a brush with it when he was a child. It’s something that’s really stayed with him over the years. He’s careful with anything that might be dangerous, even though he’s often close to danger—a really ironic thing. A close second fear is related to fire, and it took him forever to even get used to the flames on Bunsen burners. It’s why he avoids fire magic as much as possible, as any large flames will send him into a bit of a panic.
What are your plans with this character?: Basically, he’s here to be the magnificent bastard he is—and maybe work his way back to being a bit more human again.
❦ Writing
Third person writing sample:
There are few things that annoy him more than wasted potential. Because of this, he finds himself studying most of the time, rarely breaking. Today finds the young man resting at the fountain in front of the main school building, thumbing through one of the many science books he’s checked out. However, today is a day he can’t seem to concentrate on the words. With a low sigh, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sets the book down. Tilting his head back, he just allows his mind to drift. And, without fail, his thoughts drift towards his brother.
No. No, he’s not going to think on him, and he’s not going to sit here and just be idle. He’s got work to do. Lots of it. Perhaps he could grab a bite before returning to his room to study. Obviously the outdoors is distracting him with memories of days long past when he and his brother ran and played in the sun. It earns a dry, amused chuckle as he pushes himself up and begins to walk across the quad. Yes, a walk should clear his head of all this nonsense. Then he can get back to those studies…
…And yet, within moments, he falls back into that almost dazed sense of self. Perhaps he’s falling ill again, something he’s encountered much more rarely since the experiments. Ha… The experiments. Oh, yes, the reason he’s even here, in the end. Otherwise, he’d be back down there, within Radiant Garden. And perhaps he’d have found some cure to his scarred lungs. While they don’t bother him often anymore, they’re still a bother in the long run.
Hm, yes, perhaps he could go charm someone and break their heart. That always makes him feel better, doesn’t it? And it’s all too easy to do. Just the right smile here, the correct word sequence there…
…Yes, this sounds like a most excellent plan, indeed.
With a faint smirk, “Ansem” begins to direct himself toward a group of students enjoying each other’s company. It should only take a few moments to pick out the weakest of them, and then it’s simple psychology to build them up and then break them down.
First person writing sample:
[When the feed crackles on, it reveals Ansem—shirtless for the moment and looking highly unamused. He usually enjoys flaunting his body in such ways. However, this obviously isn’t one of those times.]
To whoever has decided the theft of my shirts would make a grand prank… I kindly ask that you return them as soon as possible. I’ve studies to return to, and I greatly doubt that you would desire to make enemies with one so skilled in the scientific fields as I am. There are quite the number of experiments I have been wanting to try. Perhaps you’ve a lover? A dear friend? …Or perhaps you yourself would be sufficient. Though I do need quite a sizeable sample size to properly conduct such an experiment…
[He gives that proud and twisted grin, allowing his true colors to bleed through the façade a moment.]
It matters not. I ask you again to return my shirts. That is all.
[As he’s about to turn the video off…]
May darkness take you.
