Xenra

Original Name: Anre

Nobody Name: Xenra

Alias: The Radical Dreamer

Alliance: Exiled Order

Exiled Order #: 28

Hometown: Iricala

Theme Song: Kiss From a Rose

Artist: Angela Aki

Quote: "I can lie. . . do you still believe me?"

Appearance

Age: 15

Clothing: Organization cloak

Dominant Hand: Right

Eyes: Left eye: Emerald green, Right eye: Cyan blue

Hair: short, chestnut brown hair barely reaching the shoulders with light yellow streaks

Height: 5’4’’

Weight: 150 lbs

Sex: Female

Personality

Ambitious, outgoing and loyal. She’s kind of tight with keeping herself in a safe disposition. Always ready to follow anybody who she thinks is a superior.

Abilities

Weapon: Dreamer’s sash (a sash made of silk with blades at its ends)

Fighting Style: She stays in the sidelines since she’s not great with frontal attack. After seeing an opportunity, she casts her hallucination/ confusion element.

Lesser Nobody:

Nobody Description:

Element: Hallucination/confusion

Element Description: She can create false visions which anybody who gets affected by it can’t tell reality from a false one. This often leads to confusion if one is not strong of mind and spirit.

Background

The soft pitter patter of the rain sounded outside. Drip by drip, water fell down the glass window one after the other. My name is Anre... or what my foster family named me. My real parents died when I was at the tender age of three and my new parents took care of me from then on. We live in a town called Iricala. It’s a pretty small but peaceful town. There aren’t many sites here but it’s a lively community. My foster father owned a library here in town and was the librarian obviously and my foster mother was his assistant. I don’t really have any specific memory of my parents or anything relevant since then but as long as my new family is with me, everything’s fine.

Moments passed and the rain became stronger, gazing mindlessly at the droplets. Wind gained speed with trees outside swaying along. I started to get worried, not just because of the weather but commotion started to stir outside. People started running away, screaming for dear life as they ran. This motivated me to find my parents and another thing caught my eye. Strange black creatures attacked the people one by one. All of them fell down, dead I presume.

Grabbing the umbrella, I made a mad dash out of the house. Water splashed while the rain poured down. There was no way I’m losing my parents. All over the street, it was chaos. Some cried over a dead loved one lying lifelessly on the ground, others scrambled to get away form the weird creatures I saw awhile outside the window. One of them suddenly blocked my path. It gazed its bright yellow eyes not once blinking. It started to come towards me, showing its sharp claws. As if it wasn’t bad more of them started to show up and come closer, all looked ready to kill. Fear took hold, legs went numb, I was outnumbered and unarmed. Two of the creatures lunged forward, their claws piercing my chest thus ripping off my heart. Everything then went black. . .

More screams sounded much more agonized than before and more of the black creatures gained numbers. Nobody survived and the whole townsfolk died all in just one day.

For some unknown reason, I woke up, cold and wet from the rain. Then, remembering what just happened. . . I died didn’t I? Those creatures ripped my heart off, no mistake about that but. . . why can I still breathe? Or move? My hand touched my chest. There was no trace of any injury. Was it just a nightmare or perhaps an illusion? As much as I wanted to believe though, it wasn’t an illusion, the whole town had been destroyed and everybody died.

How come I’m not sad or grieved about this? How come I can’t feel pain? Not the slightest trace of emotion could be felt. I was confused. . . or at least I was. Eventually after finding my parents dead and a certain book with an entry written on it, it became clear that I became what was called a ‘Nobody’- a living shell without any heart. The entry also explained Nobodies can’t feel any emotion.

So now. . . with the death of my parents and the town of Iricala destroyed, there was nothing left. I died along those in my town. . . no denying that. What was left to do was travel and to know more about what I’ve become. And my name? It isn’t Anre anymore. . . it’s Xenra now.