Original Name: Archai (pronounced ar-kai)
Nobody Name: Charxai
Alias: The Lone Avenger
Alliance: Exiled Order
Exiled Order #: 8
Hometown: Nordacia, an icy wasteland (similar to Hoth from Star Wars)
Theme Song: Hero/Heroine
Artist: Boys Like Girls
Quote: "The unknown for now will remain as such; in this moment that feeling is not one of suspension."
Age: 19
Clothing: Exiled Cloak
Dominant Hand: Left
Eyes: Charxai has very light blue eyes, they could best be described as "icy blue". These eyes are easily Charxai's most defining characteristic, as these eyes seem to pierce what they look at. Most of the time, they are viewed as beautiful, almost breathtaking; there are very few times when they are 'unsettling.'
Hair: His hair comes down to around his lower back, dark brown in color.
Height: He stands around 6'1"/6'2", which makes him a dominating figure on the battlefield.
Weight: About 170 lbs. Through the constant training he does, Charxai keeps his body well toned, and is in very good shape. Charxai is by no means "big," he is actually rather lithe, his appearance very deceiving, considering the strength he possesses.
Sex: Male
Charxai is a very honorable nobody. He will not fight where there is no reason, and more likely than not will put aside differences for the greater good. Charxai may not have a heart to guide him, but he remembers his morals in his thoughts, therefore killing a young child would not cause him remorse, but he would know that it was not the right thing to do. Charxai does not search for power or riches, and is disgusted by those who would use others to achieve those means. Charxai is a loyal friend, and can become attached to those near him. After a close friend dies, Charxai will mourn their death, and, however fake it may be, feels incredible remorse. Charxai will place his body in harm's way if it means protecting those weaker than him, or a close friend. He is very laid back, and is jovial, even around strangers. However, Charxai understands when it is time to be serious, and can take on a very different demeanor in times of crisis. Used to threatening situations, Charxai is calm during times of crisis and is a natural leader.
Weapon: His sword, Dusk. Around eight feet long, and its width comparable to that of "Cloud's" (from Final Fantasy: VII) Buster Sword. During the time Charxai became a nobody, the darkness first transformed his sword, then transformed his heart.
Fighting Style: All out attack. His wide range and absolute zero attacks make him perfect for dispatching large groups of enemies.
Lesser Nobody: Lupine
Nobody Description: A wolf like nobody, these nobodies attack in packs. Once one member of the pack is attacked, the nobody will let out a howl to alert the other nobodies in the pack. After this happens, a pack of these nobodies will band together and drive off the attacker. Lupines are not usually aggressive, only if they feel threatened. Even though they normally fight in packs, these high ranking nobodies can be quite formidable by themselves.
Element: Nitrogen
Element Description: Charxai uses nitrogen in all of its states, causing him to have a balance of offense and defense.
I can't really give you the whole thing, but here's a quick rundown.
Charxai (henceforth "Archai", although he does not have a name at the beginning of the story) is captured at a young age, and forced to live a life of slavery. Later, he is able to escape, with the help of a Liberation army that is known only as "The White Cloaks". He joins this army, and in the process, helps a master smith create his sword. Archai rises quickly in the ranks, and eventually, due to his natural fighting abilities and leadership skills, becomes a general in the army. Now, his reason for joining the army was to chase down his former slave master (who escaped after his first encounter with the whitecloaks) but soon evidence is found that suggests that his former slave master, who's name is Jah'dai, is dead. After staying on the army for an extra year, Archai retires. While in the army, Archai finds a book (its the bible) with the name "Archai" in it. He takes the name for his own, because he had been nameless for so long. After retirement, Archai wanders the wastelands of his planet, learning from the nomads that roam them. Eventually, he falls in love with a girl in one of the nomadic tribes, and joins the tribe to marry her. After proving himself in battle, Archai is accepted into the tribe, and marries this girl. After around a week of marriage, Archai goes on a hunt with a few friends he had made during his time with the tribe. His hunting party is ambushed, however, and Archai is the only one who escapes alive. Confused, Archai rushes back to his village, only to find it burned down, with an ominous note left on the remains of his home (which is really more of a tent). Jah'dai was actually not dead, and has captured Archai's wife, because he blames Archai for the destruction of his wealth. Archai chases after Jah'dai, intending to kill him single handedly. During this time, his heart is all but consumed with his hatred for Jah'dai. Here is the scene where Archai becomes a heartless, and in effect, a nobody.
I stared in awe as tendrils of darkness started wrapping themselves around my sword. After losing sight of the blade for a few seconds, a new sword appeared, with an expressionless eye staring straight at me. It seemed as if I could feel life pulsating from this sword, as if it had become more than just that.
“What is that?” Jah'dai’s shrill voice, laced with fear, demanded. “What are you?”
A tormented laugh escaped my lips. “This is the darkness of my heart, master. All of my hatred, my despair, has been imbued in this blade. As for myself,” I chuckled darkly, “I am what you have made me. The only thing I have to lose is my life, and even that matters nothing to me anymore. All I have to live for,” My eyes darkened, and my face grew serious, “is killing you.”
Jah'dai stepped back, the fear shining through on his face. “Guards! Get him! Kill that man at all costs!” Swarming forward, the soldiers that had been bristling behind Jah'dai charged at me. Not one stood that did not fall as I cut a swath through the sea of soldiers.
“Jah'dai! Death has come! Do not try to escape!” I screamed as another soldier fell beneath my blade. The only reply I received was more furious shouting from Jah'dai, urging his troops on with the flat of his blade. Joy coursing through my veins, I laughed as my soldiers were mercilessly slain by my blade. The thought of avenging my loved one gave me strength as I had never felt. No, it was more than the thought of avenging the death of my love. It was the simple thought of revenge that allowed me to press on. Revenge for everything Jah'dai had done to me, my friends, and my family.
Feeling the darkness closing around my heart, I carved through the soldiers in front of me like a scythe carves through grass. Closing in on Jah'dai, I felt the darkness taking a hold of me. With one last breath, I sawed Jah'dai’s sword in half with one blow, cutting straight through his torso. As the final light of my life faded away, I smile floated upon my lips.