Rebirth Keybladers

[XiahouXu]

Name: Merlock Smitt
Age: 66 (Presumed to be around mid-seventies, though, whether this is due to premature aging from the forces of darkness or other, more mundane factors, is unknown.)
Height: 5" 8
Weight: 9 st, 7lb
Appearance: Aged, crippled by life itself, Merlock's height, while on the small side at 5" 8, is accentuated by the old man's hunch, which gives him a queer way of walking, more suited to that of one of the lesser apes. A lolloping, peering gait. Unfortunately, Merlock has a smile to match. Twisted by the forces of darkness, aged by his unspeakable studies, his facial features are crippled and pulled, perverted beyond normal human distortion, and seem to flicker across, as if this is merely an illusionist's mask to a much more maligned appearence. His eyes, a deep gray, seem to flit from side to side in a constantly vigilant motion, not unlike a rat in its desperate search for food. His nose, if it may be called so, is long, crooked from multiple breaks in fights long passed, resembles more a snout than any other of the more human features. While revolting in initial appearence, this is merely accentuated by a flowing black robe and his long, bookish fingers, culminating in lengthy, sharpened nails, stained yellow, providing a little colour to the black facade. Despite all this, there belies an understated agility behind the old one, which he merely explains away as 'from a healthy diet, and arcane study'.
Birth Place (World): Traverse Town

Faction: Heartless
Title: The Old One
Rank: Dark Acolyte
Bio: There is no doubt that Merlock Smitt, had he aged like a human, would be very old. Whether the Heartless have increased, or reduced his natural lifespan is unknown. It seems to many that he has always been there, searching away. As a young man, he was gifted with a keyblade, but, rather than take up arms with others against the forces of darkness, he instead stowed it away, preferring to sit back and read, gathering information on the Heartless and their kind. His studies into the Heartless led him towards a singular book, the 'liber victus', Book of Hearts...
The pages of the book were a veritable encyclopedia of their lives and domain, and as he progressed through the book, he became more and more paranoid. Should they find him, they would destroy him, they would believe him to be in league with the Heartless. He couldn't have that, he must keep all secret, all of his studies. Merlock retreated into his studies, spending more and more time with the book, until, venturing into the very world of the Heartless themselves, to better understand their behaviour and patterns. By this time, he was in his middle age, and he never returned, except for his Landlady, who claimed that a few days after his departure, his room was pillaged. It seemed whoever had entered the room had been looking for something specific, maybe something hidden or discarded long ago...

He disappeared from the human world...

And appeared fully in the land of the Heartless, slowly becoming corrupted by the intoxicating power that the darkness emits. A thirst for knowledge drove him to attempt to further his studies, through capture and dissection of the Heartless, mere pawns compared to the true darkness taking hold of Merlock. Descending further and further until he became the Old, crippled man we see today.

Weapon:Kingdom Keyblade

RP sample:
Merlock poured over a Heartless specimen lying on his table, running his scalpel up and down its fine crevices. "Yesssss, intriguing. Amazing! Jussst darknesssss. No internal organs, none whatsoever!" He gestured towards the darkness, bringing forth a white coated apprentice. "Look at this, boy! Amazing, isn't it?"
The young man nodded enthusiastically. "Yes sir, yes!"
"Can't you feel it? The darknesssss, pouring out of them... You can hear it, can't you?"
The apprentice took a step back towards the door... "Sir?"
By this time, the scientist had begun gibbering, searching around his room, lolloping across the area in a desperate search. "Yessss, the darkness... Whats that? Of course! Why didn't I think of that... Thank you... Well done."
A momentary flash towards the young lab assistant, showed Merlock's eyes glow with pure insanity. "Say... Lab assistant..." He drew closer to the young man, regarding him up and down like a piece of meat. In response, the boy drew backwards. "Sir... My Name's..."
"I DON'T CARE!" Screamed the old man, then returned to his normal, calmer, sweeter tone. "My apologies, I just, try not to fratenise with those I experiment with..."
"Well, we are lab partners sir.." As the old man drew closer and took a scalpel from the metal table, his eyes shone with malice, grinning maniacally.
"That's not what I meant, boy..."
"I..." The lab assistant gurgled as the surgical instrument plunged into his stomach.
"Can you feel it? The darknesssss... Can you hear it now boy? It consumes you, it consumes us all...."
The boy could only stand in shock as his last seconds slowly ticked away. He slumped to the ground, a broken heap. Merlock shook his head in amazement. His voice sounded surprised.
"Dead?"
He opened the door of his laboratory and called down the corridor. "My lab assistant has had.... an accident. Send in the next one!"

This post has been edited by XiahouXu on Nov 1 2007, 07:40 PM

[Lilabelle]

Like it so far, but you need to put an age apparently. I don't mind particularly, but 'rules are rules' and I'm afraid of getting attacked again...

[Jenno]

yes, age is required as we need to know.

And also, people tend to remember their age

[XiahouXu]

Update:
Added sample RP section, done.

Thoughts or added comments? I'm always looking to improve my writing.

[Eternal Skies]

Confirmed. Sorry for the delay.

[Eternal Skies]

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