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Name: Demyx Dystrichine

Age: 21

Gender: Male

race/ethnicity: Nobody/Lithuanian

sexuality: Asexual, and why, you ask? No one draws his attention, no man or woman, quite like the sea does. There have, admittedly, been one or two people to have caught his eye, but it's never been kept for long before he loses interest.

Appearance: Demyx is tall, standing at 5'10, and weighs in at a slight 130lbs, with fair skin and lanky limbs. His hair is a dirty blonde, so people often mistake it for either light brown or solid blonde, and is usually gelled up intoa strange mullet-mohawk hybrid. When it's not, however, it hangs loosely about his face and often falls into his eyes. His eyes are a murky blue-green much like the depths of the ocean he loves so much, which could very well be an indication of his connection with it.

As for clothes, he wears whatever is clean, doesn't take too much trouble to put on, and is handy. Normally his outfit consists of a pair of loosely-fitting dark blue pants that are tucked into a pair of standard beaten-leather pirate boots, with an off white V-necked shirt and some randomly colored vest. A length of green fabric, woven around and through several other strangely colored strips of cloth and the strings to his hip pouch and flask, is tied securely around his waist to keep his pants up and also make him look fashionable [wink]. The rest of him is pretty plain, save for the two piercings in his left earlobe and IX tattooed on his lower back.

Personality: If Demyx isn't cheerful, then there's no such in in the world as happiness. He's always got a smile on his face, ready to cheer someone up if they're not feeling too well, and absolutely hates it when he's forced to be solemn and silent. In fact, keeping somber is almost an inability of his, unless he's really and truly depressed. Other than that, he's cheerful, friendly, and is usually willing to be the butt of a joke if it'll make someone laugh.

On the off chance that he is depressed, however, Demyx will keep himself away from others, so that he can't spread the gloom around, and will more like than not sit somewhere far away and play his sitar to cheer himself up. When he's excited, or scared, or is feeling strongly about something, he tends to exaggerate a bit. Most people do, yes, but he exaggerates. A lot. If he saw a five inch pencil, he'd call it a foot long; that's how badly he exaggerates.

Just because he's cheerful, however, does not mean that, though he's a pacifist, he doesn't get angry. While it will take a while to push him too far, once he's past that certain point he's snapped, and will stop at nothing to get vengeance on the one who pushed him. He gets violent, and vicious, and doesn't care who gets hurt, so long as he's avenged. Once it's over, however, he will start crying like a baby. Pacifists hate fighting, remember? Only when it's necessary and there's no other way will he begin to fight.

Abilities/weaponry: Perhaps his eyes are indicative of it, but he's ot a rather close connection to the ocean, and is able to control a small amount of water for a limited time. His longest running record is five minutes. If he plays a certain tune on his sitar, then he can summon the water to his side and command it to do as he wishes, in any way he so desires.

However, since he doesn't want to be dependent on the water, he's got a scimitar that he practices with daily. Only problem is is that he's not very good at it, and so only draws it when he's desperate. Sure, he could hold his own for a short while, but against a skilled opponent he would be sunk.

Weaknesses: Demyx is very gullible, and cares a bit too much for his friends. If they get hurt or insulted, then he takes it as a personal offense. You could tell him that the creature from the Black Lagoon is standing behind him, and he'd believe it. He doesn't like seeing when others are in danger and so tries to stop it if it's within his power. Some would call him a bleeding heart; he likes to think of himself as a hero.

On a much simpler level, however, he can be easily bribed. Not with money, or material items, or cheap sex, no. Give the man a slice of good, quality cake, and he'll go wherever, do whatever, say whatever is asked of him, so long as it doesn't involve betraying those close to him.

History: Demyx woke up with nothing but a haunting dream, his sitar, and one less heart one night after being mobbed by enemies that he couldn't see. How he was still alive, he'd had no idea, though the wound on his chest was still slightly bleeding and painful to look at. Hell, it still was, after all these years. He'd been found and coerced into joining a group that called themselves Organization XIII, where they gave him his IX tattoo, sitar, and name. A couple years later, however, the Organization was dissolved, and he was far too glad of it.

Once free from the Organization, he found himself homeless and poor, and so began to play his sitar for money. More often than not, he found himself on the beach, where he could be close to the water and see the merchant ships, and more often than not a pirate ship or two. After a few months of saving, he bought himself some proper clothes, cleaned up a bit [because how clean can you really be when you're homeless?], and went to ask about crewmanship on the first ship that stopped.

Crew position: Lookout




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