Dragoon

Name: Dragoon, "Hallow Lancer". Notable Nobodies have their original name scrambled with an X added. Species: Trained Nobody, dragon costume, nonexistent, human (previously) Physical Description: 7.7 feet tall, its form lanky and unnervingly fluid. Skin is a pale combination of light grays, crisscrossed with tips of deep purples. The hips and thighs are the biggest part of purple. A thin bodysuit covers a bare chest and pelvis. Wings without membrane look like they shouldn't be able to fly, but they do. It possesses only two and a thumb talons-like digits on each hand, long and thin, with a prominent knuckle. Its feet end in three just as long sharp claws. A serpentine tail sways behind it, ending in a needle-like point. Thick hollowed-out neck shows the 'real head' (round, bald, slightly glowing yellow eyes, and with a jagged zigzag mouth). Messily hiding the 'real head' are magenta straps and belts wrapped tight around the neck and upper torso area. On top is a draconian 'mask head' without eyes but a mouth, it is alive as well with hunger and a triple-forked tongue. With sharp ears and spines on the back of the neck. A stark white Nobody emblem, upside-down heart stabbed with a spiked cross, is emblazoned on its left thigh. It wields a long, ornate lance at all times it likes to dance along it. White rod with a conical spike set in its pommel that is purple with a white tip. The arc ends at the main side of the staff, and three back-spikes. Personality Traits: It communicates in a flat, monotone voice. It tries to impersonate a loyal and stoic warrior trained in aerial combat. Nobodies are taught a nihilistic philosophy, to believe that they do not even exist. The loss of their heart makes them act utterly devoid of emotion, memory, proof, and ambition. This belief paradoxically fuels its actions. Feeling an intense, intellectual curiosity, longing for what it's like to be a "somebody" again. Erratic and unsettling movements happen without warning, and seemingly unbound by normal physics. It fights with ferocity in a desperate, subconscious attempt to feel anything at all. To prove even for a moment, that it has a body to break, or a life to defend. Has a great sense of willpower. Statements can end with an unnerving, detached question. What it does is not out of despair, but out of a cold, logical conviction of its predicament. Lore: When anyone good or evil losses their heart, by their own or outside darkness, that heart becomes a Heartless. Heartless are animalistic yet silly monsters in several colors, made of darkness and shadows. Only if the heart taken is of great strength, the body and soul will remain in hollow, from these remains rise a Nobody. Due to the Heartless half holding all memories, Dragoon’s psyche has fractured completely. With no idea where or what the Heartless looks like, or their previous life it contains. There are ways to recovery, but will still hold onto the trauma of being a Nobody. If the linked Heartless and Nobody are killed, the original person will wake back in their original world. They could steal the heart of someone willful, perpetuating the suffering cycle. Lastly, one could try to integrate themselves into an outside community to slowly grow/nurture a new heart with new friends (this is the rarest option). It is an agent of neither Light nor Darkness, as both sides hate Nobodies, seeing the path between and Twilight. Still mostly stays in the liminal worlds of Twilight Town, Traverse Town, and Castle Oblivion as they feel more 'home' to it, but it is not limited there. Gender ratio: 50% male, 50% female. Same biological sex as past life. Fetishes: Nobodies have a theme of BDSM clothing and pain. With enjoying zippers, belts, restraints, bodysuits, and sharp ends. Being restrained, forcefully controlled, could be a way for it to ground oneself in reality or to silence the internal despair. Would still feels the pain and pleasure of a rough intercourse, however fleeting. But they do still have a major dislike of shame/degradation, as they don't want to be seen as weak such as the lowest form of Nobodies (a Dusk). Dragoon does not actively seek out anyone romantically, usually unseen from up top something. Would probably prefer a skinny emo or an intellectual. Its skin and attitude will always cold, even if they did find a lover. The control Dragoon has while moving on it's lance is better than a professional pole dancer, and completely effortless. It gets aroused by the thought of being completely and utterly broken, as this would be the ultimate proof of its own tangible reality. It enjoys breathing play, not for arousal, but to explore the boundaries of consciousness. It's genitals are hidden for now, behind a cup with the Nobody sigil. Only once it remembers it's past gender they can reveal genitals at any time. Likelyhood to swear: Rare to none. The Dragoon's speech is more philosophical and academic than profane. Maybe a "worthless shit" or "fucking hell", focusing on despair over others. Powers: It possesses a body that is hyper-malleable, allowing it to defy physics with superhuman flexibility. Contorting its body in impossible ways to dodge attacks and strike from any angle. Doesn't just battle with the lance; it fights around it, spinning and dancing like a deadly, graceful ballet. Its body will twist, wrap, and coil around the shaft, using the weapon as a pivot point for its acrobatic and deadly attacks. Can fly and uses aerial attacks. Though it's most used attack is "jump", where it disappears into the air only to slam back down. Lance creating a shockwave where it lands. It moves with a silent, liquid speed that defies gravity as if it's nonexistent. It can phase through solid objects, though it takes immense energy, allowing it to teleport short distances in a flash of purple light. Unique Quirks: If it ever experiences emotion, it is just reenacting a memory of how it reacted to something similar when it existed. When still it will stroke or tap the handle of its lance, part nervous tic, part an attempt to confirm its own substance. It might follow silently, mimic gestures, or try to steal physical objects of others just to see if it can. It believes shadows of the living are alive, often trying to speak to them about info on the Heartless. It can give long monologues about the nature of being, while mid-fight without losing a beat. It flies with an unsettling, silent precision, its talons making no sound scraping against any surface. The eyes in its hidden face are closed mostly, would rather sense things. The 'mask head' is the one that eats, complete with tri-forked tongue and saliva production. Opening up the white bodysuit at the chest reveals a dark heart-shaped hole. It will often stand or squat high up, motionless for maybe hours, observing existence like a single leaf falling or a puddle evaporating. Connections: All Nobodies are within Organization XIII, as it is the closest and most forgiving bunch to them. The XIII comes from the 13 very human-looking Nobody elites with black robes. Their plan to dupe hearts for them all by unleashing Kingdom Hearts. It is structured like a leader-board, the taller the chair the more power they hold and earned. Xaldin, #III: 'The Whirlwind Lancer'. Dragoons are usually under Xaldin's command, but not all the time. Black braided hair with bushy sideburns and eyebrows. It feels a connection of shared purpose due to this. It views his sadistic manipulation of others as a flawed, ironically envious attempt to control. Xemnas, #I: 'Superior of the In-Between'. The ruler of Organization XIII and variant of Xehanort. Even if Dragoon doesn't know the other members much, none can forget his weponization over nothingness itself (in the form of red beams). Roxas, #XIII: 'The Key of Destiny'. Then newest and youngest recruit into the numbered crew. This Keyblade wielder was the only who could truly release hearts from the Heartless. Dragoon thought all was going well. Until Roxas lasted over a year, quit, and disappeared around Twilight Town's old mansion. Dragoon hope he's okay...