Application/OOC Info
Name: Kairaita/Kai
LJ: kai-raita
E-Mail: starstuff99@gmail.com
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Characters played at Discedo: N/A
Character's Name: Larxene
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Timeline: Sort of mid-game Chain of Memories, literally right before she confronts Sora for the second (and final) time.
Canon Resource Link: KH Wiki, what else?
Personality: Simply put, Larxene is not someone you want to meet on a dark night. Or day. In fact, you’re better off not ever seeing her at all.
This is a woman with no morals whatsoever. Ruthless, cold, and maybe most of all, just plain mean, Larxene has no problems with manipulating and toying with people, down to outright abuse, evidenced when she slapped Namine right across the face for interfering. Being a Nobody, like the rest of the Organization, she has no heart and emotions to speak of, only memories of them, which she uses effectively to “act” as if she does.
It’s been implied that Larxene really doesn’t care about getting her heart back, although being in the Organization, apparently thinking that having one is painful and unnecessary. Motivations may just be being able to torture people for the fun of it. Laid back and seemingly passive at times Larxene may be, this easily shifts back and forth between sadistically violent and her innocent act.
Larxene treats most of the other Organization members (and most likely everyone else as well) like dirt. Keywords being most. She seems to get along well enough with Axel, displaying a slightly flirtatious attitude with him, although this quickly changes the moment Axel betrays them all. An excellent liar, she almost tricked Sora into believing that she was one of the “good guys” when he attempted to rescue Namine, up until she promptly kicked him in the face and sends him flying. Her cruelty towards the people around her is ultimately what leads to her death/fading, having provoked Sora too far.
Just as a side note, she is the only female in the Organization and the lowest ranked in terms of numbers before Roxas. This fact may possibly explain her personality very slightly, as she might feel the need to prove herself. Then again, it seems that she’s always been that way, having no care at all for anyone other than herself.
What your character can offer: Lightning bends to the Savage Nymph’s will here, and strikes as quickly and sharply as her tongue. Lame prose aside, Larxene is one of the more proficient users of magic in the Organization, and the fastest person as well. Good luck ever catching her, and on the slight chance you do, be prepared to be fried by a bolt (or several) of lightning.
Larxene is capable of summoning her knives from nothingness or wherever she keeps her weapons, as well as imbuing them with lightning as well. Her knives are wielded in a manner similar to an animal’s claws, so close range combat isn’t a problem for her. Additionally, Larxene has excellent throwing skills and aim with the knives. And in the case without weapons, she’s shown to be physically strong as well, being able to send Sora flying across a room with a single kick.
Other than her weapons, Larxene is fairly cunning and manipulative. It’s probably wise to tread carefully around her.
What items will they be bringing with them? Her eight trademark knives called Foudre, a standard Organization coat, boots, gloves, pants, and whatever else the uniform consists of.
Third-Person Sample:
On that day, the Organization reached twelve people.
There was immediately something different about number XII. The clicking of heels, instead of the regular boots the Organization would wear, was the first difference.
It’s blindingly white in this place, and completely empty of anything. Larxene scowls at the blank hall, wondering if she would get kicked out if she added a few…extra decorations with her newly found knives. That was sure to be a record, getting booted from this group or whatever the hell they were up to, in a single day.
She’s always hated dresses. The coat they gave her was long enough to count as one in her book. She hates the hood too, so she always makes a point to keep it down whenever she can.
The look she gets from all the people seated on ridiculously high chairs is worth it though, when she throws off the hood. They’re all male. Wasn’t that a big surprise? She glares around disdainfully at the elevated circle of men, daring each one of them to challenge her. She swears she can feel sparks of electricity circling her for a moment, but she dismisses it. It’s more important to make a first impression.
“Eleven men. One woman.” She declares, scanning around the room again for extra effect. “My god, you all must be gay. In the happy way, of course.” To her credit, some of them flinch, which makes her oddly happy. Well, not exactly happy, but the closest thing to it a person with no emotions could get. Of course, not having a heart did have some bonuses. It was always painful in some way she could never explain, and she hates it if she can’t come up with an excuse for something.
She can’t help the sarcastic comments. Or maybe she can, she just doesn’t want to.
First-Person Sample:
[Only the audio is turned on, and Larxene’s distinctive voice comes through clearly.] I blame Zexion. That little twerp, just like him to steal the spotlight. I had him! I had that loser of a Keybearer right where he needed to be and then-!! [There’s several thuds, like the sound of a bunch of knives being thrown into a tree trunk in pure rage.]
And Axel too! If I see that traitor again, I’ll rip him to pieces if it’s the last thing I do!
“Use this.” Use this piece of junk? The only way I’ll be “using this” is for target practice if anyone’s stupid enough to get in my way.
[It seems like she has no idea that the communicator’s been turned on, but…] And to all of you wonderful people listening in, beat it!
Additional Third Person Sample:
It had been so easy. She still couldn’t get over how freaking stupid that Keybrat was. All it had taken was a little taunting, and just a minor head injury for kicks, and then he had fallen right into the middle of their trap.
Were all Keybearers that idiotic?
Larxene had just barely restrained herself from laughing into hysterics the entire time. He was so eager to please, never ever realizing for a moment that Namine, sweet little Namine, was simply a clever little witch who manipulated people’s memories, twisting every shred of self he had into one ugly mess. The entire “good-luck charm” scene had been absolutely hilarious; it was almost amazing how easily Namine was able to hold him right in the palm of her hand.
She was so proud. Not.
The witch might yet prove more useful than she already was. Maybe with just a few jolts of electricity to motivate her? The precious Keyblade hero would come to rescue her, and where would he be then? Too late to stop everything from falling to pieces all around him, and Larxene would laugh and laugh and laugh.
Oh, they called her a sadist, true. She had fun toying with the Keybrat, true. And still true was the fact that she had laughed at Sora as he attempted to “remember” Namine, while real memories vanished one by one. In fact, had she not decided to break the toy just yet, Sora would’ve been practically groveling at her feet.
Axel should be grateful that she hadn’t utterly destroyed Sora at the first opportunity. Such a shame, that they actually needed the Keyblade to take over the Organization, according to Marluxia anyway. Marluxia was such a slow worker, more than likely they would all be dust by the time his plan was ready. Intrusions by the so-called higher ups like Vexen didn’t help matters; they should just kill them all and be done with it.
And had Larxene had her way, they would be done with it.