Revenance - Application
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defrostedpride[OOC Information]
Name: Cygna
Age: 23
AIM/Plurk/Dreamwidth/Email: Cygnahime on AIM, cygna-hime@DW, cygna.hime at gmail
What characters do you already play here, if any? There are none!
How did you hear about the game? Kia TV.
[IC Information]
Character Name: Even
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Gender: Male
Age: 43. Ish.
Species: Human. At the moment, and as far as we know.
Appearance: Subject is visually a human male of middle age. Considering the amount of stress subject has experienced, “amount of stress” here meaning “number of times died”, subject has aged remarkably well. Subject is tall and thin, a standard deviation or more from the mean in both respects. Subject, however, tends to slouch. Hair: wheat blond, straight, reaching slightly below the shoulders. Eyes: dark green. Facial features: narrow, somewhat triangular face shape, prominent nose and cheekbones, highly mobile features. No other distinctive markings noted. Subject was at time of acquisition wearing a white lab coat over a grey sweater vest, white collared shirt, lilac jabot, black trousers, and black boots to just below the knee. Considering subject’s lack of interest in fashion, this outfit is unlikely to change in the near future.
Personality: Science is Even’s one true love. It’s not really what you could call a healthy relationship on either side. Much of Even’s character is what you might call “mad scientist classic”: if you want someone to break the laws of physics, biology, and/or ethics for no reason other than to see what will happen, Even is ideal. That said, after the whole “curiosity killed not only the cat but everyone the cat ever cared about” thing, he’s willing to put at least a token effort into not destroying the world. When it comes right down to it, though, the siren song of the big red button may be too powerful to ignore.
If Even has a strength of character, it is conviction. If he has a weakness, it is also conviction. Funny how that happens. He really is a genius, and he really is right, at least in his fields, more often than he isn’t; on the other hand, nothing drives him to irrational fury and poor decisions like being ignored or dismissed. Life would be much easier if people would just accept that he is right all the time and gather at his feet like good little supplicants before the altar of SCIENCE!!! (punctuation mandatory). He loves having authority almost as much as he hates people having authority over him.
Even has gotten into the habit of rejecting outright all suggestion that he might care about any person other than, on occasion, himself, but he was never what you might call openly affectionate to begin with. Still, there are a few people in his life he does care about, in much the gnawing, occasionally soul-destroying way he cares about science. Unsurprisingly, most of said people are in some way related to his work. Even would deny to his last breath and beyond having any fondness for or skill in handling children. They just keep turning up, okay? He doesn’t know what they’re doing here! (But while they are, they might as well make themselves useful by cleaning the glass- don’t touch that what is wrong with you are you trying to get yourself killed?) An uncharitable mind might suggest that he has a secret fondness for children because he can boss them around more freely.
Unfortunately, Even combines a total inability to refrain from getting into fights with a lack of the physical prowess necessary to win them. He’s not fragile, by any means, but he’s one of nature’s nerds. The fact that last time he died horribly it didn’t take has by no means rendered him less concerned about the possibility of its happening again. But not concerned enough to keep from antagonizing people. Even is where tact goes to die.
His emotions are volatile and barely-controlled at the best of times. This is not the best of times; he’s dealing with the full force of natural emotions for the first time in over a decade, and losing his temper got him in enough trouble when he (believed he was) only pretending to have one. He’s experiencing the ten-years-delayed emotional consequences of having destroyed everything he ever loved due to doing science wrong. Plus, he doesn’t know what’s going on. He hates that.
Abilities: Even, much like his Nobody self, is adept at ice magic, and he fights with a shield that appears to be magical in nature. Out of combat, he can do major-plot-device-level science, particularly in biochemical engineering and related fields. …He grows people in jars, okay. Not, like, a lot, it’s not a compulsion or anything, but he can. Probably not without the jars, though, for which we are all happy.
Items: One (1) magical shield, blue, with spikes; One (1) lab coat, white; in right pocket of same, two (2) energy bars, slightly smushed; in left ditto, three (3) writing implements in varying states of inklessness.
History: N.B. where blanks in canon exist, [brackets] indicate headcanon.
[b. 43 years ago, fifth of a total of ten siblings. Educ. Radiant Garden Grammar School, demonstrated strong academic interest and skill in sciences. Appr. Ansem the Wise. Never married, no issue (but see below).]
Even seemed prepared to wear a comfortable groove into the floor of Radiant Garden’s castle, remaining there throughout his twenties with but little alteration to his daily routine. Most of said alteration came in the form of a young orphan called Ienzo, for whom Even took co-responsibility and whom he seemed to regard as a ward or protégé. His researches into the nature and behavior of the heart were proceeding apace, and all seemed well with the world.
This couldn’t last, of course. Narrative causality demands it. Through a series of events of which he prefers not to think in detail (but, of course, does, more or less constantly), he betrayed his mentor and friend, lost his heart, and blew up his native planet. Fortunately, most of the individuals he cared about most also persisted (“survived” is going a bit far, perhaps). Unfortunately, he no longer cared about them, nor they about him. (Still less fortunately, and unbeknownst to him then or now, the whole situation was orchestrated by another party for, among other nefarious goals, the purpose of pouring himself into the empty holes where their hearts used to be. Even proved unsuitable, but not everyone he knows was so lucky…)
After ten years of increasingly frustrating and fruitless labor and investigation, Vexen (as he was then known) thought he had finally reached a breakthrough. Xion, the Replica of his creation, although imperfect, would provide the Organization with a Keyblade wielder under their complete control, thus enabling them to complete Kingdom Hearts and regain their hearts (or so Vexen believed the process went). However, this was deemed insufficient, and Vexen was packed off to Castle Oblivion for further research and to participate in the effort to take control of Sora.
However, at Castle Oblivion his true conflict was with other members of the Organization, specifically Marluxia, who was not overwhelmingly subtly planning a coup and hoped to use Sora for the purpose. Vexen deemed this threat more pressing than the Organization’s other goals (the intense personal animosity between him and Marluxia may, just possibly, have had something to do with this) and took action to prevent it. He perfected the Replica Project, creating a Replica of Riku to halt Sora’s progress. This failed, and control of the Replica was taken from him. His last-ditch effort, which consisted of telling Sora everything, was interrupted by Axel. And that, as they say, is that.
Or is it? As it transpired, death was something of a blessing in disguise. The once-Nobodies were restored, whole in body and mind, in the places where they had lost their hearts. In Even’s case, that meant the computer lab in Radiant Garden. All was not well, however: some who should have been there were missing, and Even himself, as well as his friend Dilan, remained in unstable condition for unknown reason [possibly related to the variable success of Xehanort’s attempts at taking them over]. Efforts to discover what was going on were ongoing, Ienzo and Aeleus informed them. They should rest. That was all Even heard before slipping once again into sleep…
[Mun’s note: Even is pulled from mid-Dream Drop Distance. He knows as much as Ienzo relayed to him, which is most of what Ienzo knows at the time Lea leaves for the Mysterious Tower. He is emphatically not aware of the various endgame revelations.]
First-Person Communicator Sample: No! No, I refuse! I refuse to be wrapped up in this – in this foolishness! I can’t be dreaming my life away! I have work to do! I have responsibilities, not that I expect any of you children to understand either work or responsibility. Some people have better things to do than run around hitting things with sticks, it may surprise you to know. What am I supposed to do here, without any basic equipment? What kind of town is this, anyway, without even a basic supplier of glassware? I ask you! Barbarism, that’s what it is! Rampant barbarism! Where am I to even begin? …What are these Dream Eaters made of? … … …Is there at least a store where one might pick up a scalpel or two, and possibly some pins? Ice persists in melting into my work.
Third-Person RP Sample: “Blasted flickering, unreliable so-called illumination!” Even’s search for an area not lit wholly by neon signs and half-hearted streetlamps was meeting with no success. There were some places where the brightness of the light was nearly sufficient to his purposes, to be sure, but those were all well-traveled, unsuitable for a workspace. Even there the light was different.
Even pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers, attempting to banish the incipient headache by sheer willpower. He longed, desperately, for his own labs, lit to his own specifications by fixtures of his own invention. The World That Never Was had never been hospitable, but he had exerted control over some small part of it. Whereas Radiant Garden –
His thoughts skittered away from the name. There was no purpose in thinking on it, not when – but it was not gone, he recalled, tearing his mind from the habits of a decade. Radiant Garden remained, battered perhaps but no less real. The halls with their unfailing light, the study full of books organized as he liked them, the computer where so much had been recorded that he had never been able to duplicate, perhaps even the rooms he had called his own for years without understanding how rare it was for a place to feel so welcoming…
They were all there again.
And he was here.
Here, where the neon lights recalled the city that had never been anything like home. Here, where doors led nowhere like white doors he remembered all too well. Here, where there was no task to accomplish, no place for him to fit into, not even anyone to speak to.
Even leaned against the alley wall, curled around the hole homesickness punched through his ribs, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. The sound echoed high and humorless off the brick.
Name: Cygna
Age: 23
AIM/Plurk/Dreamwidth/Email: Cygnahime on AIM, cygna-hime@DW, cygna.hime at gmail
What characters do you already play here, if any? There are none!
How did you hear about the game? Kia TV.
[IC Information]
Character Name: Even
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Gender: Male
Age: 43. Ish.
Species: Human. At the moment, and as far as we know.
Appearance: Subject is visually a human male of middle age. Considering the amount of stress subject has experienced, “amount of stress” here meaning “number of times died”, subject has aged remarkably well. Subject is tall and thin, a standard deviation or more from the mean in both respects. Subject, however, tends to slouch. Hair: wheat blond, straight, reaching slightly below the shoulders. Eyes: dark green. Facial features: narrow, somewhat triangular face shape, prominent nose and cheekbones, highly mobile features. No other distinctive markings noted. Subject was at time of acquisition wearing a white lab coat over a grey sweater vest, white collared shirt, lilac jabot, black trousers, and black boots to just below the knee. Considering subject’s lack of interest in fashion, this outfit is unlikely to change in the near future.
Personality: Science is Even’s one true love. It’s not really what you could call a healthy relationship on either side. Much of Even’s character is what you might call “mad scientist classic”: if you want someone to break the laws of physics, biology, and/or ethics for no reason other than to see what will happen, Even is ideal. That said, after the whole “curiosity killed not only the cat but everyone the cat ever cared about” thing, he’s willing to put at least a token effort into not destroying the world. When it comes right down to it, though, the siren song of the big red button may be too powerful to ignore.
If Even has a strength of character, it is conviction. If he has a weakness, it is also conviction. Funny how that happens. He really is a genius, and he really is right, at least in his fields, more often than he isn’t; on the other hand, nothing drives him to irrational fury and poor decisions like being ignored or dismissed. Life would be much easier if people would just accept that he is right all the time and gather at his feet like good little supplicants before the altar of SCIENCE!!! (punctuation mandatory). He loves having authority almost as much as he hates people having authority over him.
Even has gotten into the habit of rejecting outright all suggestion that he might care about any person other than, on occasion, himself, but he was never what you might call openly affectionate to begin with. Still, there are a few people in his life he does care about, in much the gnawing, occasionally soul-destroying way he cares about science. Unsurprisingly, most of said people are in some way related to his work. Even would deny to his last breath and beyond having any fondness for or skill in handling children. They just keep turning up, okay? He doesn’t know what they’re doing here! (But while they are, they might as well make themselves useful by cleaning the glass- don’t touch that what is wrong with you are you trying to get yourself killed?) An uncharitable mind might suggest that he has a secret fondness for children because he can boss them around more freely.
Unfortunately, Even combines a total inability to refrain from getting into fights with a lack of the physical prowess necessary to win them. He’s not fragile, by any means, but he’s one of nature’s nerds. The fact that last time he died horribly it didn’t take has by no means rendered him less concerned about the possibility of its happening again. But not concerned enough to keep from antagonizing people. Even is where tact goes to die.
His emotions are volatile and barely-controlled at the best of times. This is not the best of times; he’s dealing with the full force of natural emotions for the first time in over a decade, and losing his temper got him in enough trouble when he (believed he was) only pretending to have one. He’s experiencing the ten-years-delayed emotional consequences of having destroyed everything he ever loved due to doing science wrong. Plus, he doesn’t know what’s going on. He hates that.
Abilities: Even, much like his Nobody self, is adept at ice magic, and he fights with a shield that appears to be magical in nature. Out of combat, he can do major-plot-device-level science, particularly in biochemical engineering and related fields. …He grows people in jars, okay. Not, like, a lot, it’s not a compulsion or anything, but he can. Probably not without the jars, though, for which we are all happy.
Items: One (1) magical shield, blue, with spikes; One (1) lab coat, white; in right pocket of same, two (2) energy bars, slightly smushed; in left ditto, three (3) writing implements in varying states of inklessness.
History: N.B. where blanks in canon exist, [brackets] indicate headcanon.
[b. 43 years ago, fifth of a total of ten siblings. Educ. Radiant Garden Grammar School, demonstrated strong academic interest and skill in sciences. Appr. Ansem the Wise. Never married, no issue (but see below).]
Even seemed prepared to wear a comfortable groove into the floor of Radiant Garden’s castle, remaining there throughout his twenties with but little alteration to his daily routine. Most of said alteration came in the form of a young orphan called Ienzo, for whom Even took co-responsibility and whom he seemed to regard as a ward or protégé. His researches into the nature and behavior of the heart were proceeding apace, and all seemed well with the world.
This couldn’t last, of course. Narrative causality demands it. Through a series of events of which he prefers not to think in detail (but, of course, does, more or less constantly), he betrayed his mentor and friend, lost his heart, and blew up his native planet. Fortunately, most of the individuals he cared about most also persisted (“survived” is going a bit far, perhaps). Unfortunately, he no longer cared about them, nor they about him. (Still less fortunately, and unbeknownst to him then or now, the whole situation was orchestrated by another party for, among other nefarious goals, the purpose of pouring himself into the empty holes where their hearts used to be. Even proved unsuitable, but not everyone he knows was so lucky…)
After ten years of increasingly frustrating and fruitless labor and investigation, Vexen (as he was then known) thought he had finally reached a breakthrough. Xion, the Replica of his creation, although imperfect, would provide the Organization with a Keyblade wielder under their complete control, thus enabling them to complete Kingdom Hearts and regain their hearts (or so Vexen believed the process went). However, this was deemed insufficient, and Vexen was packed off to Castle Oblivion for further research and to participate in the effort to take control of Sora.
However, at Castle Oblivion his true conflict was with other members of the Organization, specifically Marluxia, who was not overwhelmingly subtly planning a coup and hoped to use Sora for the purpose. Vexen deemed this threat more pressing than the Organization’s other goals (the intense personal animosity between him and Marluxia may, just possibly, have had something to do with this) and took action to prevent it. He perfected the Replica Project, creating a Replica of Riku to halt Sora’s progress. This failed, and control of the Replica was taken from him. His last-ditch effort, which consisted of telling Sora everything, was interrupted by Axel. And that, as they say, is that.
Or is it? As it transpired, death was something of a blessing in disguise. The once-Nobodies were restored, whole in body and mind, in the places where they had lost their hearts. In Even’s case, that meant the computer lab in Radiant Garden. All was not well, however: some who should have been there were missing, and Even himself, as well as his friend Dilan, remained in unstable condition for unknown reason [possibly related to the variable success of Xehanort’s attempts at taking them over]. Efforts to discover what was going on were ongoing, Ienzo and Aeleus informed them. They should rest. That was all Even heard before slipping once again into sleep…
[Mun’s note: Even is pulled from mid-Dream Drop Distance. He knows as much as Ienzo relayed to him, which is most of what Ienzo knows at the time Lea leaves for the Mysterious Tower. He is emphatically not aware of the various endgame revelations.]
First-Person Communicator Sample: No! No, I refuse! I refuse to be wrapped up in this – in this foolishness! I can’t be dreaming my life away! I have work to do! I have responsibilities, not that I expect any of you children to understand either work or responsibility. Some people have better things to do than run around hitting things with sticks, it may surprise you to know. What am I supposed to do here, without any basic equipment? What kind of town is this, anyway, without even a basic supplier of glassware? I ask you! Barbarism, that’s what it is! Rampant barbarism! Where am I to even begin? …What are these Dream Eaters made of? … … …Is there at least a store where one might pick up a scalpel or two, and possibly some pins? Ice persists in melting into my work.
Third-Person RP Sample: “Blasted flickering, unreliable so-called illumination!” Even’s search for an area not lit wholly by neon signs and half-hearted streetlamps was meeting with no success. There were some places where the brightness of the light was nearly sufficient to his purposes, to be sure, but those were all well-traveled, unsuitable for a workspace. Even there the light was different.
Even pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers, attempting to banish the incipient headache by sheer willpower. He longed, desperately, for his own labs, lit to his own specifications by fixtures of his own invention. The World That Never Was had never been hospitable, but he had exerted control over some small part of it. Whereas Radiant Garden –
His thoughts skittered away from the name. There was no purpose in thinking on it, not when – but it was not gone, he recalled, tearing his mind from the habits of a decade. Radiant Garden remained, battered perhaps but no less real. The halls with their unfailing light, the study full of books organized as he liked them, the computer where so much had been recorded that he had never been able to duplicate, perhaps even the rooms he had called his own for years without understanding how rare it was for a place to feel so welcoming…
They were all there again.
And he was here.
Here, where the neon lights recalled the city that had never been anything like home. Here, where doors led nowhere like white doors he remembered all too well. Here, where there was no task to accomplish, no place for him to fit into, not even anyone to speak to.
Even leaned against the alley wall, curled around the hole homesickness punched through his ribs, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed. The sound echoed high and humorless off the brick.
