My Characters ForOwned by Niitari (me)
A world accessible by our own, named Sanctum, created solely for the purpose of death, fear, and terror. Everyone dies repeatedly, and receives power with a price. |
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Devox Darkstorm || Hellion
Devox Mercer Darkstorm
"Winter"
Messier Sign: BK200
Power: undetermined
Kin: Donnie Darkstorm (brother)
Devox Darkstorm never chose this life. His life was chosen for him. Born in Sanctum, he knew nothing except the misery and the wonder, the suffering and the rare relief. Killing was his first nature. Every thought, every emotion, every sense of right and wrong, stripped away till only innocence and instinct remained. For hundreds of thousands of years, since the first years of Sanctum's birth, he fought and died to please the only creature that loved him; his creator, his all: Sanctum. That is... until his brother came. Hellions are the most solitary, unfeeling beings ever conceived, but as soon as a certain Hellion named Donnie was born, Devox became obsessed with protecting him. Some speculate that Donnie was born solely for Devox, as the two of them seem to have formed a most bizarre bond inconceivable for any Hellion to form. They are always together, fighting side by side, like mirror images and mirror shadows. Devox's entire focus is on his brother, to the point where he makes irrational and unpredictable decisions. He has done so many things wrong in the past, that Sanctum has simply no knowledge of what to do with him. He ignores his punishments, and he has no remorse for his crimes against the creator. He loves Sanctum, true, but he loves his brother more. He seems to feel guilty about it, another unexplained phenomenon. It seems something went very wrong with Devox to the point where he could no longer take anymore, and he simply snapped under the weight of it all. Currently, his whereabouts are unknown. He is no longer seen traveling with his brother, and Donnie doesn't even know where he is, though he is looking for Devox constantly. What does Devox plan to do? One can hardly imagine. Devox is young looking, about sixteen in face and body with fair skin, black eyes, and midnight colored hair. He often wears black, white, and red. He is an expert at many types of weapons and constantly challenges himself by making his own or using random objects to kill or maim others. He has no feelings unless expressed towards his brother or Sanctum. He keeps his thoughts to himself and will kill anyone and everyone he happens to walk past with absolutley no reason, so do not get close to him. In fact, if you see him coming, just turn around and run for it.
"Winter"
Messier Sign: BK200
Power: undetermined
Kin: Donnie Darkstorm (brother)
Devox Darkstorm never chose this life. His life was chosen for him. Born in Sanctum, he knew nothing except the misery and the wonder, the suffering and the rare relief. Killing was his first nature. Every thought, every emotion, every sense of right and wrong, stripped away till only innocence and instinct remained. For hundreds of thousands of years, since the first years of Sanctum's birth, he fought and died to please the only creature that loved him; his creator, his all: Sanctum. That is... until his brother came. Hellions are the most solitary, unfeeling beings ever conceived, but as soon as a certain Hellion named Donnie was born, Devox became obsessed with protecting him. Some speculate that Donnie was born solely for Devox, as the two of them seem to have formed a most bizarre bond inconceivable for any Hellion to form. They are always together, fighting side by side, like mirror images and mirror shadows. Devox's entire focus is on his brother, to the point where he makes irrational and unpredictable decisions. He has done so many things wrong in the past, that Sanctum has simply no knowledge of what to do with him. He ignores his punishments, and he has no remorse for his crimes against the creator. He loves Sanctum, true, but he loves his brother more. He seems to feel guilty about it, another unexplained phenomenon. It seems something went very wrong with Devox to the point where he could no longer take anymore, and he simply snapped under the weight of it all. Currently, his whereabouts are unknown. He is no longer seen traveling with his brother, and Donnie doesn't even know where he is, though he is looking for Devox constantly. What does Devox plan to do? One can hardly imagine. Devox is young looking, about sixteen in face and body with fair skin, black eyes, and midnight colored hair. He often wears black, white, and red. He is an expert at many types of weapons and constantly challenges himself by making his own or using random objects to kill or maim others. He has no feelings unless expressed towards his brother or Sanctum. He keeps his thoughts to himself and will kill anyone and everyone he happens to walk past with absolutley no reason, so do not get close to him. In fact, if you see him coming, just turn around and run for it.
Absinthe || Toy
Absinthe
Willow Reeves
Communication: Shadows
Master: Casimir Rose
Kin: unknown
Like most toys, Absinthe is blind. Her red-brown eyes will forever stare unseeing; smokeless, hollow topazes. Her hair is long and white, her skin pale and smooth. She appears to be seventeen, though her real age is unidentifiable. She is delicate, almost fragile. She can't take care of herself, and could really use a master. She never smiles, never shows any expression. She won't talk unless told to or asked a question. She was never human. She was born to humans as Willow Reeves, and she was born a toy. It wasn't till she was about seven that her parents actually began noticing how strange she was. She had learned how to talk and eat and things by herself, but she wouldn't do anything unless told to. And then there was the absence of emotion. She could never understand feelings. When she was eight, some boys tried to bully her by calling her bad names, but she didn't appear to care. Her teachers and family were worried. And then they found the answer. She was a toy. In their shock, and panic, they turned her over to one of the science teams investigating Sanctum. They didn't do much with her, already working on other toys. So no one noticed, on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, that she was missing. Missing? Yes. One of the workers kidnapped her and sold her off for a lot of money to a gang leader. One can only imagine what happened to her next. After all, what are purely submissive, pretty little ladies good for? A few months later, the gang, having to cut out some of their girls to use the money for other means, tossed her into Outer Sanctum. Sanctum called her inside, and she's been there for many years since. As time wore on, she forgot most of the things that happened to her in the past, for she saw no reason to remember them. She stays by herself, wandering, careful to stay inside the territory she currently occupies.
Willow Reeves
Communication: Shadows
Master: Casimir Rose
Kin: unknown
Like most toys, Absinthe is blind. Her red-brown eyes will forever stare unseeing; smokeless, hollow topazes. Her hair is long and white, her skin pale and smooth. She appears to be seventeen, though her real age is unidentifiable. She is delicate, almost fragile. She can't take care of herself, and could really use a master. She never smiles, never shows any expression. She won't talk unless told to or asked a question. She was never human. She was born to humans as Willow Reeves, and she was born a toy. It wasn't till she was about seven that her parents actually began noticing how strange she was. She had learned how to talk and eat and things by herself, but she wouldn't do anything unless told to. And then there was the absence of emotion. She could never understand feelings. When she was eight, some boys tried to bully her by calling her bad names, but she didn't appear to care. Her teachers and family were worried. And then they found the answer. She was a toy. In their shock, and panic, they turned her over to one of the science teams investigating Sanctum. They didn't do much with her, already working on other toys. So no one noticed, on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, that she was missing. Missing? Yes. One of the workers kidnapped her and sold her off for a lot of money to a gang leader. One can only imagine what happened to her next. After all, what are purely submissive, pretty little ladies good for? A few months later, the gang, having to cut out some of their girls to use the money for other means, tossed her into Outer Sanctum. Sanctum called her inside, and she's been there for many years since. As time wore on, she forgot most of the things that happened to her in the past, for she saw no reason to remember them. She stays by herself, wandering, careful to stay inside the territory she currently occupies.
Toby LeGuin || Heartless
Toby Kenneth LeGuin
no codename
Messier Sign: RJ554
Power: Telekinesis
Payment: cut his fingers
Assignment: Explorer
Kin: unidentified
He doesn't have a codename, for no one really knows who he is or what he does. They've heard of him to an extent, but only by his Messier Sign. He is always moving, always traveling, always on the go, never sticking around for very long. Because of his constant journeying, he has been dubbed an Explorer. Yes, he takes note of everywhere he's been and passes the information along to others, but he doesn't officially claim to be anything at all. When he was a human, he was a happy, bright kid with a surprising level of ingenuity. He attended a private school, and even went to a private high school early, aged twelve. He was very competitive and participated in the school's chess tournaments and fencing duels. He even tried out for the city's local Lancing Tourney, but they didn't accept him because of his age. He was never great at weaponry except the foil, and guns scared him. His father always had guns in the house and a very explosive temper. Toby constantly went to bed, fearing his father would barge in his room and shoot him one day. The tension of the possible threat grew and grew as his father's temper became worse. His father lost his job, which was pretty much the final straw. The abuses he dolled out on Toby's mother became unbearable, and at one point she almost died. When Toby was fourteen, she gave him a backpack and dropped him off outside of town, telling him to run and not come back. He knew she was just trying to protect him, before his father turned on him. So he went. He wandered, hitchhiked, and stowed away until he finally came to a large city. He found a job, illegal for him because he was underaged. He managed. Until Sanctum appeared. Without thinking, he wandered too close, slipped past the barrier, and was called in. Several years later, he became a Heartless. Life inside Sanctum was more fearful than his home life had been, and he was always afraid, always suffering. A Heartless codenamed Shadow took pity on him and helped him out. They became best friends, if you could call it that. They were always together, always looking out for one another. Then Shadow died. It was horrifying, traumatizing Toby to no extent. Shadow was dead for good. For the past hundred years, since that day, Toby has become obsessed with finding Shadow's murderer and extracting his revenge. Toby appears fourteen, but he isn't. He has mousy brown hair, straight and messy. His eyes are a bright chocolate color. He's never in one place for very long, and the search for Shadow's killer has taken him all over the territories. Perhaps this hunger for vengeance is the only thing keeping him going.
no codename
Messier Sign: RJ554
Power: Telekinesis
Payment: cut his fingers
Assignment: Explorer
Kin: unidentified
He doesn't have a codename, for no one really knows who he is or what he does. They've heard of him to an extent, but only by his Messier Sign. He is always moving, always traveling, always on the go, never sticking around for very long. Because of his constant journeying, he has been dubbed an Explorer. Yes, he takes note of everywhere he's been and passes the information along to others, but he doesn't officially claim to be anything at all. When he was a human, he was a happy, bright kid with a surprising level of ingenuity. He attended a private school, and even went to a private high school early, aged twelve. He was very competitive and participated in the school's chess tournaments and fencing duels. He even tried out for the city's local Lancing Tourney, but they didn't accept him because of his age. He was never great at weaponry except the foil, and guns scared him. His father always had guns in the house and a very explosive temper. Toby constantly went to bed, fearing his father would barge in his room and shoot him one day. The tension of the possible threat grew and grew as his father's temper became worse. His father lost his job, which was pretty much the final straw. The abuses he dolled out on Toby's mother became unbearable, and at one point she almost died. When Toby was fourteen, she gave him a backpack and dropped him off outside of town, telling him to run and not come back. He knew she was just trying to protect him, before his father turned on him. So he went. He wandered, hitchhiked, and stowed away until he finally came to a large city. He found a job, illegal for him because he was underaged. He managed. Until Sanctum appeared. Without thinking, he wandered too close, slipped past the barrier, and was called in. Several years later, he became a Heartless. Life inside Sanctum was more fearful than his home life had been, and he was always afraid, always suffering. A Heartless codenamed Shadow took pity on him and helped him out. They became best friends, if you could call it that. They were always together, always looking out for one another. Then Shadow died. It was horrifying, traumatizing Toby to no extent. Shadow was dead for good. For the past hundred years, since that day, Toby has become obsessed with finding Shadow's murderer and extracting his revenge. Toby appears fourteen, but he isn't. He has mousy brown hair, straight and messy. His eyes are a bright chocolate color. He's never in one place for very long, and the search for Shadow's killer has taken him all over the territories. Perhaps this hunger for vengeance is the only thing keeping him going.
Landon Factor || Heartless
Landon Alexander Factor
"The Prowling Painter"
Messier Sign: FL893
Power: Artistic Creation Animation
Payment: tattoos
Kin: York (brother), (unknown sister)
Landon Alexander Factor was born almost fifty years ago to human parents inside of Sanctum. As one of the very few children born inside of Sanctum, Sanctum naturally claimed him as its own. He was never given the choice of becoming a Heartless, but he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that even if he had the option of choosing, he would have gladly taken Sanctum's gift with open arms. From a young age, he was curious, creative, and exceptionally happy. It's not a happiness normally expressed by young children, for what sort of child laughs with unsurpassed glee when they just choked an infant animal to death? A child like Landon of course! His parents started fearing for their lives, especially when he used his powers. Everything he draws, paints, sculpts, or otherwise, comes to life at his will. The only downside, would be that any injury they received would be felt by him, but he avoided this obstacle simply enough or simply ignored the pain. He became an amazing artist, mostly drawing demonic, disturbing creatures that he would then send out to kill people. He loved killing, though it is odd to say so since feeling like "love" and happiness are rarely, if never, felt by the Heartless. But he found some form of satisfaction and fulfillment with it. He became a ruthless, killing machine, obsessed with the sight of blood and gore. Oftentimes, after killing a person, he would use their blood to paint a picture on the ground or wall that the dead body happened to be laying by. This earned him the name "The Prowling Painter". No one ever knew his real name, and only a small handful of people know his Messier Sign. He's like a ghost, never being where he's supposed to and appearing in the strangest of places. He isn't even around all the time for certain killings, using his creations as an extension of himself instead. This helps him stay invisible, and keeps the description told by victims always changing. His payment; tattoos. Every time he uses his power, he must then tattoo himself. The directions of the size, manner, placement, or appearance of the tattoo were never given, so Landon does as he pleases. He primarily keeps the tattoos covering his left arm and shoulder, going back over it again and again. This has left his arm multicolored and with no discernible image or design. Despite the tattoos, Landon's appearance is fairly normal enough. He looks about nineteen, has fair skin, and very soft, light blonde hair, unruly and wavy. His eyes are a bright green, with darker green centered around his pupils. He's muscular, athletic, and has a very well toned body because of it. His most prominent scars are along his chest. He smiles, but it's a ruse. He loves to kill and be killed. He will cut you up and tear you apart in any way he sees fit, only to watch you piece yourself back together so he can do it again. He killed his parents because he thought it would be fun, leaving his siblings and him orphans. He won't kill his siblings, he won't say why, though they do wait in dread for him to do so. If he's heartless enough to kill his parents, he is heartless enough to kill anyone.
"The Prowling Painter"
Messier Sign: FL893
Power: Artistic Creation Animation
Payment: tattoos
Kin: York (brother), (unknown sister)
Landon Alexander Factor was born almost fifty years ago to human parents inside of Sanctum. As one of the very few children born inside of Sanctum, Sanctum naturally claimed him as its own. He was never given the choice of becoming a Heartless, but he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that even if he had the option of choosing, he would have gladly taken Sanctum's gift with open arms. From a young age, he was curious, creative, and exceptionally happy. It's not a happiness normally expressed by young children, for what sort of child laughs with unsurpassed glee when they just choked an infant animal to death? A child like Landon of course! His parents started fearing for their lives, especially when he used his powers. Everything he draws, paints, sculpts, or otherwise, comes to life at his will. The only downside, would be that any injury they received would be felt by him, but he avoided this obstacle simply enough or simply ignored the pain. He became an amazing artist, mostly drawing demonic, disturbing creatures that he would then send out to kill people. He loved killing, though it is odd to say so since feeling like "love" and happiness are rarely, if never, felt by the Heartless. But he found some form of satisfaction and fulfillment with it. He became a ruthless, killing machine, obsessed with the sight of blood and gore. Oftentimes, after killing a person, he would use their blood to paint a picture on the ground or wall that the dead body happened to be laying by. This earned him the name "The Prowling Painter". No one ever knew his real name, and only a small handful of people know his Messier Sign. He's like a ghost, never being where he's supposed to and appearing in the strangest of places. He isn't even around all the time for certain killings, using his creations as an extension of himself instead. This helps him stay invisible, and keeps the description told by victims always changing. His payment; tattoos. Every time he uses his power, he must then tattoo himself. The directions of the size, manner, placement, or appearance of the tattoo were never given, so Landon does as he pleases. He primarily keeps the tattoos covering his left arm and shoulder, going back over it again and again. This has left his arm multicolored and with no discernible image or design. Despite the tattoos, Landon's appearance is fairly normal enough. He looks about nineteen, has fair skin, and very soft, light blonde hair, unruly and wavy. His eyes are a bright green, with darker green centered around his pupils. He's muscular, athletic, and has a very well toned body because of it. His most prominent scars are along his chest. He smiles, but it's a ruse. He loves to kill and be killed. He will cut you up and tear you apart in any way he sees fit, only to watch you piece yourself back together so he can do it again. He killed his parents because he thought it would be fun, leaving his siblings and him orphans. He won't kill his siblings, he won't say why, though they do wait in dread for him to do so. If he's heartless enough to kill his parents, he is heartless enough to kill anyone.
Carlisle Lancer || Human
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Carlisle Jefferson Lancer
Monster Tamer
Kin: unidentified
Carlisle is a rarity in Sanctum. He is human. Age thirty-seven, but only appearing fifteen, he has seen and been inside Sanctum long enough to pretty much know its ins and outs, ups and downs. He understands its rules and the lack thereof, the bizarre games it plays with the inhabitants minds and the abandonment it performs. He hates Sanctum and the killing monster it has turned him into. He doesn't even think of himself as human anymore. His only goal is to survive like some animal driven by instinct. He used to be a normal kid. He was an athlete and very studious as well. He liked water sports like swimming, diving, sailing, kayaking and the like. He never meant to end up in Sanctum. It just happened. One minute he was walking down the street, and bam! The Outer Sanctum suddenly was there and he was suddenly sucked inside it. Yes. He is one of the first humans to enter Sanctum because of the great event that marked Sanctum's first appearance. He doesn't want to be a Heartless and swears he never will be. He doesn't know how much longer he can avoid and ignore the calling. The lure and allure of the power Sanctum can grant him. It would definitely make things for him take a turn for the better. Carlisle misses his home, his family, though he doubts they would recognize him anymore. Sanctum changed him. His once black hair has turned gray and white after a battle with a Heartless that could change the body's composition. That was also the first time he died, and he still has nightmares about it. When he reformed, his body was back to normal, but two things stayed the way the Heartless changed him. His hair for one, but also his eyesight. The Heartless screwed his eyes up pretty badly and now he's stuck wearing glasses or he will be blinder than a bat with plugged ears. He has become strong and lean, his skin turned pale from all the years he spent hiding in caves and wandering Lilyville where it was perpetually night. Despite the physical appearance, he has changed as a person as well. The once carefree, happy person has been replaced with a brutal, instinctual fighting machine. Granted he's not a stellar swordsman or sharpshooter, but he can hold his own pretty well. He prefers to use cunning and stealth to avoid an enemy as he flees, but don't underestimate an open engagement.
Monster Tamer
Kin: unidentified
Carlisle is a rarity in Sanctum. He is human. Age thirty-seven, but only appearing fifteen, he has seen and been inside Sanctum long enough to pretty much know its ins and outs, ups and downs. He understands its rules and the lack thereof, the bizarre games it plays with the inhabitants minds and the abandonment it performs. He hates Sanctum and the killing monster it has turned him into. He doesn't even think of himself as human anymore. His only goal is to survive like some animal driven by instinct. He used to be a normal kid. He was an athlete and very studious as well. He liked water sports like swimming, diving, sailing, kayaking and the like. He never meant to end up in Sanctum. It just happened. One minute he was walking down the street, and bam! The Outer Sanctum suddenly was there and he was suddenly sucked inside it. Yes. He is one of the first humans to enter Sanctum because of the great event that marked Sanctum's first appearance. He doesn't want to be a Heartless and swears he never will be. He doesn't know how much longer he can avoid and ignore the calling. The lure and allure of the power Sanctum can grant him. It would definitely make things for him take a turn for the better. Carlisle misses his home, his family, though he doubts they would recognize him anymore. Sanctum changed him. His once black hair has turned gray and white after a battle with a Heartless that could change the body's composition. That was also the first time he died, and he still has nightmares about it. When he reformed, his body was back to normal, but two things stayed the way the Heartless changed him. His hair for one, but also his eyesight. The Heartless screwed his eyes up pretty badly and now he's stuck wearing glasses or he will be blinder than a bat with plugged ears. He has become strong and lean, his skin turned pale from all the years he spent hiding in caves and wandering Lilyville where it was perpetually night. Despite the physical appearance, he has changed as a person as well. The once carefree, happy person has been replaced with a brutal, instinctual fighting machine. Granted he's not a stellar swordsman or sharpshooter, but he can hold his own pretty well. He prefers to use cunning and stealth to avoid an enemy as he flees, but don't underestimate an open engagement.
Oshiro || Toy
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Oshiro
Sinclair Delacour
Communication: Reflections
Master: none
Kin: unknown
Oshiro is a young toy, appearing to be fifteen years old. He has pale blond hair, nearly white, and a single golden eye with a slitted cat's pupil. The golden color seems to gleam and glow, giving him a most frightening appearance. Because of his eye, he is often mistaken for one of Sanctum's creations. As for the other eye; Sanctum claimed it. Oshiro is as emotionless and cold as every toy under Sanctum's sun (or suns on occasion). He doesn't appear to be accepting of a master anytime soon. His past is unspoken and riddled with blood. He has no recollection of events or memories of things that occurred before he was a toy in the outside world. But he clearly remembers all his days in Sanctum's realm. Oshiro was one of the first manufactured Toy Soldiers, and fought in the Toy Soldier's War. When they were all hunted down and destroyed, Oshiro managed to escape. When a human found him, he became the cause of the reproduction of Toy Soldiers. Then the reproductions were all hunted down and annihilated, along with the humans this time. Oshiro fought for his life as were his orders, it was during this fight he lost the left eye. Oshiro said only one thing as the darkness of death tore him apart: "Sanctum save me." Those words surprised Sanctum, and Sanctum answered his plea. Sanctum kept Oshiro alive. When Oshiro awoke and saw that every doll and human in the reproduction had been killed forever, he gouged out the other eye. This reason is unknown and he never explained it, not even to Sanctum. Sanctum simply put it back in. He kept ripping his eye out repeatedly until Sanctum gave him an eye that was indestructible: the cat's eye he now bears. It has increased range of vision and is strong enough to stare into the sun without being damaged. A few who have met him dubbed it "the all seeing eye", but he cannot actually see everything. He simply has far more accurate vision and a higher perception of his surroundings. Hardly any details escape his sight. His left eye seems to pain him though, causing him terrible headaches. But like the toy he is, he'll simply ignore them. Oshiro is always traveling, always wandering, always fighting. He never stays in one place for very long. He seems to obey everyone's orders, so it is hard for any one person to become his master. Despite that he's a toy, he will occasionally speak for himself, make judgement calls, voice opinions, have conversations, and act of his own will. Some people's first impression is that he is a Heartless, but one injury, command, or death and it will be apparent that he is a toy. He alludes these, almost "emotions" to the fact that he technically died and resurrected. Oshiro communicates through reflections. He looks into them with the bright, cat's eye and is instantly connected. His name is the Japanese word for "castle." The reason behind this name is unknown. Oshiro's true name is Sinclair Delacour, a name he will sometimes say out of the blue, but he does not attribute that name to himself. They seem to be nothing more than two random ideas that popped into his head and became spoken word.
Sinclair Delacour
Communication: Reflections
Master: none
Kin: unknown
Oshiro is a young toy, appearing to be fifteen years old. He has pale blond hair, nearly white, and a single golden eye with a slitted cat's pupil. The golden color seems to gleam and glow, giving him a most frightening appearance. Because of his eye, he is often mistaken for one of Sanctum's creations. As for the other eye; Sanctum claimed it. Oshiro is as emotionless and cold as every toy under Sanctum's sun (or suns on occasion). He doesn't appear to be accepting of a master anytime soon. His past is unspoken and riddled with blood. He has no recollection of events or memories of things that occurred before he was a toy in the outside world. But he clearly remembers all his days in Sanctum's realm. Oshiro was one of the first manufactured Toy Soldiers, and fought in the Toy Soldier's War. When they were all hunted down and destroyed, Oshiro managed to escape. When a human found him, he became the cause of the reproduction of Toy Soldiers. Then the reproductions were all hunted down and annihilated, along with the humans this time. Oshiro fought for his life as were his orders, it was during this fight he lost the left eye. Oshiro said only one thing as the darkness of death tore him apart: "Sanctum save me." Those words surprised Sanctum, and Sanctum answered his plea. Sanctum kept Oshiro alive. When Oshiro awoke and saw that every doll and human in the reproduction had been killed forever, he gouged out the other eye. This reason is unknown and he never explained it, not even to Sanctum. Sanctum simply put it back in. He kept ripping his eye out repeatedly until Sanctum gave him an eye that was indestructible: the cat's eye he now bears. It has increased range of vision and is strong enough to stare into the sun without being damaged. A few who have met him dubbed it "the all seeing eye", but he cannot actually see everything. He simply has far more accurate vision and a higher perception of his surroundings. Hardly any details escape his sight. His left eye seems to pain him though, causing him terrible headaches. But like the toy he is, he'll simply ignore them. Oshiro is always traveling, always wandering, always fighting. He never stays in one place for very long. He seems to obey everyone's orders, so it is hard for any one person to become his master. Despite that he's a toy, he will occasionally speak for himself, make judgement calls, voice opinions, have conversations, and act of his own will. Some people's first impression is that he is a Heartless, but one injury, command, or death and it will be apparent that he is a toy. He alludes these, almost "emotions" to the fact that he technically died and resurrected. Oshiro communicates through reflections. He looks into them with the bright, cat's eye and is instantly connected. His name is the Japanese word for "castle." The reason behind this name is unknown. Oshiro's true name is Sinclair Delacour, a name he will sometimes say out of the blue, but he does not attribute that name to himself. They seem to be nothing more than two random ideas that popped into his head and became spoken word.
Rasmus Tracy || Heartless
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Rasmus Terrence Tracy
"The Devourer"
Messier Sign: YZ012
Power: Devouring
Payment: pouring the first liquid he sees over his face
Kin: unidentified
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"The Devourer"
Messier Sign: YZ012
Power: Devouring
Payment: pouring the first liquid he sees over his face
Kin: unidentified
Coming Soon