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[mikata_lian]

Biggest Fear: Marluxia would not admit to being afraid of anything. As a Nobody, he would even argue (and often rationalizes to himself) that Nobodies don't have emotions proper, so he could not even feel fear if he had ever been afraid of anything. That being said, Marluxia is afraid of being smothered. It goes beyond the very rational fear of being smothered and into a sort of claustrophobia -- if he feels as though he's been hemmed in by something, he will grow uncomfortable; if entangled by something, it is a struggle to stay calm enough to free himself. Even atmospheric conditions can cause Marluxia to be tense and on edge, such as changes in barometric pressure and humidity, which he is almost supernaturally sensitive to.
Powers:
All Nobodies can teleport to some degree, whether it's by opening up a portal through the darkness that resides between the worlds, or by being supernaturally fast, both traits Marluxia has.
Marluxia also has control over the element of wood, which he almost exclusively manifests as roses (because it just comes naturally). Given time, he could doubtlessly manipulate other plants and determine their properties, though this skill does not come quite as easily. The roses he wields in battle both attack and obscure, making it difficult for foes to hit him even as they're being struck from every direction. He also adds the roses into more mudane aspects of his life, such as a shower of petals when he is attempting to be dramatic or to underscore a point. These petals evaporate into nothingness almost as soon as they come, never leaving a trace behind.
In addition to summoning flowers, Marluxia can also summon his weapon to hand, a scythe (which looks more like a tulip than a rose) that he both wields conventionally and hurls like a bolas when trying to strike a flying or distant opponent.

[mikata_lian]

SAMPLES:
Third Person:
Marluxia's senses were practically aflame as his eyes snapped open. Instinctively, he spat out the candy that had been in his mouth without even registering it had been there at all. A million miles away from where he had last lain his eyes, and he couldn't have been more displeased, if he could really admit to displeasure. If he really thought about it, he really could admit such a thing, if only to himself. It was almost like having his heart back, even if it wasn't nearly as good.
After a few seconds of gut-roiling indecision, he looked around, trying to get a sense of where he was. Certainly, he hadn't been caught by the other members of the Organization, and he certainly wasn't dead. Non-existant, anyway. Trying to get a sense of where he was in relation to the darkness between the worlds, he stopped, coming upon the realization of the darkness that cloaked his location. While not being a bloodhound for this sort of thing, like Zexion, he could sense that there was a malevolence about him that even a hardened Nobody would not take on alone.
"Tape?" Marluxia reached out to the flash of red at the foot of his bed before thinking better of it, slipping off of the worn mattress and cautiously moving to the window, steps measured and quiet. Drawing the curtain back as far as he dared, he looked out the window, seeing endless, primeaval forest sprawling behind a well, a cultivated park, and a street, perhaps leading to the town square, as if Marluxia had any interest in going there. Once he could just find his center... He'd be out of here. Closing the curtain, he moved to the door, nearly jumping out of his shoes despite himself when he heard a "crunch" under his boot, and felt something give way under the ball of his foot. Lifting his foot up carefully, he saw the pulverized remains of a cinnamon candy and recalled the taste in his mouth with a frown that was more than just contemplative. Someone had to have brought him here, someone he didn't know and perhaps that worried him more than anything else.
First Person:
(Voice)
I...
[there is a tremulous pause before the faint sound of a cleared throat and the voice continues, stronger]

I know not what you wish of me, but it seems you want me to talk, or to communicate at least. Why is it thus? Do you wish for my thanks? Or am I being punished? I cannot help what I am, nor do I apoligize for it. I exist as I always have, and doubtless, always will. If there is some sort of judgement that awaits me, I wish to know of it, even if I am to have been found guilty without representation. It is... strange, either way, that you, whomever you are, would wish to save me. If it is because I am of some use to you, please, let me know of it. I am only languishing in these quarters I have been given.

[there is another pause, an exhalation]

Why Cinnamon?

Notes:

I would like to see Marluxia's teleport ability fail him a good portion of the time, putting him into places/situations that were worse than the ones he left.

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