Post by zero on May 11, 2009 12:54:37 GMT -5
••Who am I to not be known?
ZeroMiddleLast
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♦♦I am a boy and i am about (Access to age denied) You can contact mePMI currently live in the GMTtime zone.[/center]
••''Let Me Tell You Something Here...
Interests:[/font]Bringing Down Britannia
Seeking Revenge for a certain deed
Breaking the Royal Family, but only those whose hands are stained with blood
Liberating Japan
Resurrecting the mighty Black Knights, and the legend of Zero
Fears:A total loss
The end to his schemes
That his identity will be revealed
That people will lose faith in him and the Knights
That his Knights will betray him
Addictions:His role as Zero
That his word is law in the Black Knights
Power
Striking fear into Britannia
Striking pain into Britannia's army
Characters Position:[/font] Black Knights
If Other, what is it?:
••''My Once Upon a time...[/i][/color][/size]
Family:
Access to family files denied!
Description:
Standing well over 6 feet, Zero's very shadow is menacing. His appearance depends on occasion, and usually is based for two in particular - battle and formality.
Formal:
Battle:
Personality:[/font]
Zero is many things, and without his face being seen, it is often a mystery as to how he feels, as his emotions are not obvious. However his voice often contains varying tones, some which if noticed will reveal the spite in his voice towards Britannia, a tone of endearing and encouragement towards the japanese, and a tone of strict courtesy and decent respect towards his own men. However there are times - and nowadays becoming far more common, where this entirely changes - almost as if its not the same person. Those are the times he should be feared most.
One possibility is that he has come face to face with a royal, and he will suddenly become obsessive in either their capture or execution. If he is on the verge of defeat and cornered, he will do whatever it takes to escape however, even at the cost of his own men. If he has seen an act completely over the moral event horizon - his rage shall know no bounds. And finally, if memories of a certain event rise to the surface, his true self - will be revealed to all. This side of him however - will never be told before that happens.
History:
"I command you... rise... Zero!"
These are the words that began his life, the words where everything started. He awoke with the mask upon his face, unable to remove it save for a small hatch to eat. He was 'taught' by his 'mentor' the ways in which the world was corrupt, and how as Zero it was his duty to solve that. He learned of his heritage, about how Zero had once saved the world from Britannia, and how he must do so again.
He underwent Knightmare training, tests of physical and mental strength, and most importantly - tactics. He progressed quickly over a short few months, until his 'mentor' unlocked the mask, and allowed Zero to see his own face, and remember his true past. It was one of sorrow, betrayal, isolation, despair, and war.
He swore to never take off the mask ever again...
And thus began anew the Black Rebellion. Starting with his appearance before many, and killing off the governor at the time - Zero also rescued 28 people lined up to be executed for crimes against the Empire. He dubbed them the first of his new Black Knights. He then began to build his ranks, employing men and women from their early teens to their late forties, all of whom had been devastated by the empire in some way. Amongst them were his Command-In-Chief Sakura Shizuka, and his lead scientist Anju Saravati. Now he is ready to wage war - but not before he gains a little 'insurance'...
Goal or Dream:
His dream, his desire... no, his reality - is the complete destruction of Britannia!
••'' Hey! I am not done yet...[/color][/size]
Faction:United States of Japan
••'' Something is not quite done here...[/color]
About you:
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*Brief example of Role Play:[/font] (From a digimon site I'm on)
The mutant form licked its lips as Gargoylemon and Devidramon digivolved to Cyberdramon and SkullSatamon respectively - all the more data for desert. It then looked at Kou, pure destruction in its eyes. It slowly flapped its wings, coming off the ground slightly, before flying straight at Kou, claw raised - and ready to strike her down!
Meanwhile down in the cracks in the earth made by the mutant earlier, a yellow dinosaur was struggling to stop itself from falling as it held on desperately to a small outcrop. "Why, why did it happen now? Why when there was someone else close by? Does it want someone killed?" His small feet were dangling in mid-air, his claws barely keeping themselves dug into the rock, but they wouldn't hold forever. Sooner or later - he would fall.
Deep inside the mutant's inner mind, a boy was floating there. He was not dead, but nor was he alive, he was just... there. He didn't have any clothes on, and his hair extended around his body, the hair itself was seemingly made of fire. His eyes slowly opened, but they were not met by any form of image - only darkness. He began to think to himself.
"Where... where am I? Why am I here? When did I come here? What brought me here? Who am I?" The questions flooded his mind, he was unsure of everything. He stretched out his arms, hoping to find some form of answer or comfort in this strange darkness. He searched for what seemed like ages, with nothing ever coming to his palms. However, he then touched something...
It was warm, and nice. He wrapped himself around it, it was all that mattered to him. Then it went away, and when he no longer cared for it - it came back. When he attempted to make it all he wished for again, it once more disappeared. The cycle repeated many times, before the boy decided that whilst he did not need or really want it, he would keep it nonetheless, and it stayed. He wished to call it something, but he had no name he could remember, so how was he meant to name this thing in front of him?
After many attempts, he thought of something, something short - easy to remember. "Memories..." He whispered to himself. He did not wish to discard it, but he felt no desire to keep it either - like him - they were just there. Images for the first time formed around him, ones that were strange, yet familiar.
A small boy, similar in appearance to himself, was attempting to lift a large metal object onto a strange block with circles on it. The boy then pressed a button and made flames rise from the circles, before placing various foods into the metal object, which subsequently burst into flames moments later. A larger boy then rushed through a nearby door with a red tube in his hands, and a strange substance flowed from the tube onto the fire - which soon became extinguished. The large boy looked at the smaller one, "What have I told you? Let me do all the cooking!" The large boy yelled at the small one, who began to cry.
"S-sorry, but you've been working so hard in the mines since Mum died, and I wanted to make you a meal. The small boy sniffed, before the warm sensation of a hug encased his body. The larger boy had on his face a soft smile.
"Well in that case I'm sorry for worrying you."
The image then faded as the boy with firey hair whispered the word, "Mum..." The scenery became filled with white, the small boy from earlier was even younger, and he was sitting beside an old woman.
"MUM!" The small boy yelled out as some metal blocks went from a small repetitive beeping sound, to one long whining sound. The small boy sobbed similarly to how he had earlier, before all the metal blocks across the room exploded into flames, the entire area being consumed in that instant. Again the image changed, whilst the boy with firey hair was beginning to piece things together.
The image became that of the same woman from before - but younger - holding in her arms a baby child, who the boy with fiery hair recognised as the one he had seen in all the previous images. A tall dark man appeared beside the two, a terrible scowl across his face. "Pitiful, I thought I told you we were to have no more children!"
"It can't be helped, hes already here, and I intend to keep him."
"Then do as you wish, but I certainly won't!" The man yelled as he pulled a golden ring from his finger, and threw it to the floor, whilst the small boy burst out crying yet again.
"Don't worry honey, it'll be alright - I promise. But in return, I want you to promise that no matter how painful your memories, no matter how much you despise them, that you don't forget them - or your new name - Jonny."
The image faded for the final time, and returned to darkness, whilst the boy with firey hair repeated the last word he heard several times. "Jonny... Jonny... Jonny... My Jonny... My is Jonny...
MY NAME IS JONNY!" The boy yelled out, his hair shortening, clothes springing forth across his body, and a strange creature appearing in front of him. It was similar to him, and similar to greymon, but it was also very different. "Are you the mutant form?" Jonny asked the creature, which simply looked at him, before appearing beside him and biting him in the neck, Jonny's blood spraying out.
"I may have failed to keep my promise all this time... but my passionate feelings won't let me forget the most important parts - the painful ones, the sad ones... and the beautiful ones! Jonny began to punch and kick at the mutant, his rising passion reaching out of his mind and into the physical plain, where from within his D-Terminal shot out an egg shard, one of two remains of Agumon's egg, and the egg began to fill itself - becoming what would be known as the Digiegg of Passion. On it appeared a symbol like a rising fire, and with no idea of why or how, Jonny yelled out from deep within his conciousness - "DIGI ARMOUR ENERGISE!"
The egg shot off towards Agumon in the cracks, who became wrapped in its incredible light. "Agumon, armour digivolve to..." His body changing rapidly as he said those words, growing more and more.
The cracks burst open as a towering shape at 40 meters in height rose out from them, the light around it began to fade, revealing the form inside. Its shoulders were made from a Bullet train, its wings were that of a Stealth Jet, its legs were that of an advanced drilling machine, and upon its chest was the face of a giant mechanical lion. It was identical in every way to the giant robot of anime legend - GaoGaiGar. But this was no machine from another world, this was a digimon, and its name was - "YUUSHAMON!"
Yuushamon stretched out his left palm, all the way in front of Kou, yelling out his defensive move, "PROTECT SHADE!" An energy barrier of immense proportions deflecting the mutant, and preventing it from harming Kou. The mutant began to fly off at incredible speeds to escape, but Yuushamon wouldn't let up. His engines began to activate, before he flew after the mutant, a sonic boom could be heard shortly afterwards. "GIVE IT UP! I can fly at Mach 5 at ground level, thats around 3800 miles per hour, or more than a mile per second!" Yuushamon yelled out as a long game of cat and mouse pursued in the skies above.
*Role Playing Experience in Years:Can I please rather not say?[/center]
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