Post by Cheshire Hirasashi on Jun 2, 2011 21:37:21 GMT -5
XenixZeroHirasashi
Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
[/color]Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Name[/color]:Xenix"Zero" Hirasashi
Age[/color]:18
Grade[/color]: 1st year
Gender[/color]: Male
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Bi
Face Claim[/color]: Cheshire From Pandora Hearts
Canon or Original[/color]:Original
Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress
[/color]You wore a dark gray t-shirt[/font][/color]
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess[/color] [/center]
Height:[/color]5'6
Weight:[/color]96 lbs
Eyes:[/color]Usually Blue, but his right eye cannot see, so it sometimes seems empty.
Hair:[/color]black and spiked always.
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings:[/color]
- Red markings on his right hand, usually covered by a glove, they look like scars.
- ~A dragon-like tattoo on the left side of his face, is under his eye and ontop of it, shows up when his powers are used usually. ~
- ~A cross tattoo, that is more like a scar that his father burned into his arm, it's on his right arm more near the shoulder so he can try to hide. The cross has a rose on it with a bunch of chains coming off of it~
- Claw like scars on his arm, he doesn't like to talk about where they came from.
- The scars around his eye, part of the reason he can't see out of his right eye.
- A name burned into his thigh, it was from his master, or well the one who made him into the monster he is.
- A butterfly tattoo on his hand.
Summary: [/color]
Cheshire has only one working eye, his black hair covers the empty green-ish one. His eyes seemed pretty much mis-matched though no one ever sees the other one. He has a small cross in his hair that is silver with little hits of black and white in it. He doesn't let anyone touch it, since it was the last present his mother supposebly gave him. He also has black shorts and a white shirt that seems to be bloodstained, he doesnt' let anyone see it and much less care about it. He has a rose tattoo on his shoulder that is shown by his shirt, since his right shoulder is visible the way the shirt works. The shirt is white, so it can get ruined easily, and well if someone tosses water on it they will see all of his scars underneath it.
School outfit: Consists of another white shirt, with blue streaks on the sleeves and his necks. There is a yellow tie there that is checkered with white and some black. There is also some red on it, but the red is his blood put on it by accident. A bracelet that goes with all of his outfits, it is white and black checkered as it always has been. His pants are black and they are a little bit baggy. His shoes are white, and the shoelaces are black.
Normal Clothes: A black tanktop, with a yellow shirt that has music designs on it. Around his neck is a black and white checkered choker that is outlined by white. He wears a pair of black boxers with this.
A white tanktop that he usually wears to go to bed, it's the only thing he wears other then his boxers. He tends to wear bandages on his wrists, elbows, and ankles. He pierces his own ears, and his right ear is pierced four times, one of them has a chain that connects it to the bottom earring. He has a chain on his pants that is connected to his wallet. But he barely carries it around anymore.
With all outfits:Ribbon like things around his hand, he ties them to his wrist underneath the bracelet so they hold, and the color is purple just like his younger sister's hair.
~His belly button is pierced, and he tends to like to change the ring that is there whenever he wants to.
~The boy tends to streak his bangs with whatever color matches his outfit and mood for the day.
~three bracelets on both of his upper arms~one is blue, the middle one~, and the other two are black~
~Has a pair of black swim trunks for just that swimming.
He tends to like to add colored strands into his hair, they aren't always real color, but he thinks it's fun.
~A kitty cat sweater with actual kitty ears on his and it's just like a hoody.
~A black vest usually worn over all of his clothes.
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
[/color]Every move you make, everything you say is right[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Likes:[/color]
- Sweets
- Tea
- Cats
- Guns
- Swords
- Daggers
- Ice Pops
- Video Games
- Anime
- Manga
- Shrimp/Fish
- Bunnies
- Juice/Iced Coffee
- Horror movies
- Anime/Animated Movies
Dislikes: [/color]
- Water
- Soda
- Jerks
- Parents
- People who whine without good reasons.
- His Bad habits.
- Needles
- Technology
- Orphanages
Strengths:[/color]
- Hyper
- Kind
- Sword/Gun skills
- Speedy
- Cooking
- Sewing~He makes his own clothes~
Weaknesses:[/color]
His smoking, drinking and carving habits.
Barely eating
Tends to like to be alone
Asthma
And something that causes him to get blood tranfusions monthly
Hobbies
collecting rare objects
treasure hunting
running
Does sing from time to time >>
Collecting seashells and bells.
Bad Habits[/color]
- tends to get high off of pain, so can be seen hurting himself
- smoking
- drinking
- carving habits.
Personality:[/color]
Cheshire is viewed as a little to kind, he doesn’t like to let anyone into his heart, afraid that when they get into his heart they will just abandon him. And turn him into something he never wanted to be. He chooses to be a loner with only a few friends who are not very good friends, just because he needs to figure out what his life means to him. Of course he keeps very closed off, and alone. He doesn’t bring up his parents, or anything. He acts childish, and slightly scared, because that is who he really is underneath his harsh walls. He wonders if there is anyone out there like him, he had heard about them, but he doesn’t go around asking, because unlike the ones that are known, he chooses to stay unknown. Cheshire is quite complex when his walls have been broken.
Cheshire keeps most of his issues hidden underneath a hyper, slightly random persona. He's always trying to laugh and smile so no one knows what is wrong underneath the surface. The fact that he uses a mask to hide things, and carries one are two of the same things. The boy doesn't want to taint anyone with the supposed mistake that he is. At this moment he is looking for someone that won't ditch him and toss him aside, another one of his fears he hates to mention.
He does not bother to get friends either for that reason either, he had to protect people who truly matter to him even if of course they don't like what he does. He can put up with people and tries to actually attempt to make friends. Though at times he is not sure if it will help him at all. It depends on where his judgements send him. He knows that he might as well just tell his friends some things but at that time he would not let it go that way before it all went that way.
Under the surface he might be different, but no one ever tries to see that side of him. He knows that maybe if he had tried to open up, but the first time he tried she died and he had failed to save her. And he does not want to lose what matters to him now, since he has already lost his family for reasons he does not understand.He tends to like playing in dark places, anywhere that has death and sadness is a place where you will find him. It's another thing he does that makes people think he is nuts.
SCHOOL ID:[/color]
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2] Kingdom University [atrb=style, background: #C0c0c0; width: 360px; border: 1px solid #000000, bTable] | |
 | Name: Zero"Cheshire"Hirasashi Age: 18 Grade Level: 1st Year Residence: |
All that I can say is that it's getting so much clearer
[/color]Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Mother:[/color]Unknown~Presumed Dead~
Father:[/color]Unknown~Presumed Dead~
Siblings:[/color]None
History: [/color]
Xenix doesn't have any memories of his parents, they gave him up seconds after he was born to a family that didn't want him anymore. He was left curled up in a basket at a orphanage's door. They didn't want him to be there either, so when the boy was old enough to walk around and actually support himself he decided to run away. He started to steal things to get what he wanted, and didn't bother with anything. The boy stole some sewing stuff, and started to use old dirty stuff he found in the trash to make himself new clothes. He ate whatever table scraps he could find, even if he had to dig things out of the trashcans. He didn't care it was food for him, he would hang around stores all day and wait till no one was looking to steal stuff. Till the cops caught him, he was around eight when they caught him.
The boy was put in the foster care system, and waited there it also seemed like no one wanted him and he might as well have dealt with that. He just stayed in his little corner and didn't do anything else with anyone, he barely wanted to be there anymore. He had to be prepared for what he was going to do, and as soon as he was old enough to go to Kingdoms University the foster system had him enrolled on scholarship. He had been ditching out on normal school, so they told him he had to work even harder here now. He moved around the school for hours, looking for some sort of clue unaware that the police had come to the school looking for him. He had attacked a student and they were mad at him for that, but he eventually started to change and open up a little bit.
There had to be a reason why he was here, and yet at the same time he barely knew anything anymore. Though there was only a few things that could have managed things to work out right. He wants to be a different person then he was before, and it did not end up working out that way. All the boy has is a small bag with a few things in it, but his parents did at least leave him some money so he can buy whatever he wants. He doesn't know if he wants anything to do with this.
The child is taking many classes, and trying to figure out if he is as smart as he had been before. Now he just tries to keep on working before they take him away again, he has been threatened with prison. And now he is all cheered up, and acting as he had before he started stealing. Though part of him is still used to stealing, so he does it from time to time.
Time slows down whenever you're around
[/color]I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest[/font][/color]
Did you feel it?[/color] [/center]
Your Name:[/color]Silentxkeybearer
How Did You Find Us?[/color]Ventus
Play Any Other Characters?[/color]Xion, Squall, Silence, Kei, Asiah
Contact Info:[/color]Pm
RP SAMPLE:[/color]
{Rp Sample that was used for Kei}
The shadows stretched over the ground as the rain fell, a child's footsteps could be seen but not heard over the thunder. A splash in the puddle here,a pained cry. Then it all stopped, the noises seemed to be dulled, only the rain remained. As the black cloaked figure approached the child, the lightning shot across the sky revealing the child's tear and blood streaked face. The child shot up in bed screaming, his hands clutched over his face, he had to remember to be careful just in case he woke anyone else up that was not what he wanted to do at this point."It was just a dream...Kei...calm down..."he was talking to himself, he had to act as a something he wasn't and he had to remember that. He put his hand on her chest, the bandages had stayed this time so maybe no one had found out. He looked to the pet sleeping next to him, it was just the cat he always kept with him though he knew maybe it was not a smart idea. He petted the cat, and slipped out of the bed making sure that she was keeping quiet. He did not wish to wake anyone up, he had to shower without them being awake.
He did not feel like being discovered already, maybe it was why he had picked this place, a room with others was better then rooming alone as it had always been. He gathered the clothes he had, all of his clothes were a bit to big for him. The eighteen year old was sent here for reasons, he had to hide. There was no way he'd let anyone get close to him, they would figure him out. He would be out of this place soon enough, he just had to wait for the call when he would be able to go home. He missed his long hair, It had been there and was always braided but now it was gone. He had to cut it off, one it made things easier and two there was just only a few things that could have been said about it. 'Father...Why do you hunt me....' The child wanted to know, he had even asked his father and had been hit for it. He did not know why, there was something about him. Something his father hated, and he was always trying to understand that.
He moved over to his desk drawer which was usually locked, he opened it and pulled out a small box. In it was the last clue to his royal heritage or whatever they wanted to call it. It was usually around his forehead, but he had put it away in here along with the charm that was usually on his upper arm. If he stayed safe and no one found out about what he was then that would just be better that way. His body was covered in scars, and as he slipped his shirt off, the more he had to think about all of this. His eyes almost seemed soulless, he knew his father was here and part of him really didn't like that. He just had to wonder what person his father was, the man was always good at hiding himself. It was what made his family really cautious about sending him here. If he got kidnapped again, they would have more problems then they had before.
The boy slipped the collar around his neck, it was something he wore lately, more like a choker then a collar, but it covered up the scars that were there. He had a thing for chains, which was most people avoided him,he wanted to keep it that way. There was just a few things that might have happened this way. He coughed and clutched the desk, his body was hurting again, it felt like he could barely breathe. As if someone was squeezing his throat and he did not wish to deal with that again. He tried to fight against it, and fell to the ground it turned out it was just his imagination. He shivered and backed away from the desk, he never wanted to go near the place again. There was just to much about him that no one understood.
His eyes darting to the door, but he might as well have let it go now, he would never get what he wanted. There was just nothing that would help. He got up, and rubbed his arm, moving to take a shower that way they wouldn't see his scars. He had brought his clothes with him so not like they would ever see it he had to hope so anyway. The brand was on his lower back and he tried to hide that from everyone as well.
The boy moved to the shower, letting the water fall over him. He closed his eyes the water fell down his face, tears flowing with it, but most would just have thought it was water. That was if anyone looked in here, he stumbled and fell down again, sitting on the bottom of the shower, wrapping his arms around him. The knife was clutched in his hand, he would not add anymore scars to himself, his father did enough of that to him. And he hated it, maybe it was why he was so messed up. Most people never understood him, he was just hated for what he was. If he went back home well then he would be stuck now, and at that point in time he did not know if that was a good thing. His father wanted to kill him, and if he was found then it would cause problems it was why he always kept himself covered up.
He knew how to fight and everything but he tried not to act like he knew anything. The boy bounced up out of the shower, drying himself off with the towel to put all of his clothes on now. He made sure the marks were covered. "Time to go...Kei...first day of school..." he moved to walk to the door, he was already worried about being here and it made him just want to leave more then ever. His first class seemed to be Chemistry or something. He didn't know why he was pushing himself so hard, when he already knew most of this. But it was for hiding reasons, and he was lost again. He had to find out where the class was, but he didn't know. 'Great first day and I'm already lost...' He shivered and looked up at someone, that face was to familiar he walked away trying not to act scared but when the feeling didn't fade he started to run away.
'Why is he here...no...get away from me...' The memories flowed back into his mind, and he was distracted for a moment, he tripped and fell landing on his arm wincing at the pain that ran through his body. He looked up at the person he had run into, he blinked and tried to get his mind to focus, he felt something warm drip down his forehead. His head must have made contact with the ground or something he wasn't sure about that now. 'Don't touch me...please don't...they'll know....I can't show that I'm weak....' He shivered, and tried to look to hide his blue eyes now. He did not want anyone to see who he was, the fact that his eyes held a certain fear in it probably wasn't helping anyone now was it. He had to know that yet again, but what would this person do with this. He could feel that man from before staring at him, he peeked back just for a moment he was scared again. 'Gotta get out of here...'
But can you feel this magic in the air?
[/color]It must've been the way you kissed me[/font][/color]
Fell in love when I saw you standing there[/color] [/center]
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