Xowlin

Original Name: Wolin

Nobody Name: Xowlin

Alias: The First Stroke

Alliance: Exiled Order

Exiled Order #: 3

Hometown: Radiant Garden

Theme Song: New Born

Artist: Muse

Quote: "I can make one!"

Appearance

Age: 17

Clothing:

Dominant Hand: Left

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black, Emo-Like

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 160 lbs

Sex: Male

Personality

Very manipulative, but has a kind side to him.

Abilities

Weapon: Boa Staff

Fighting Style: His style is very defensive, often staying back to create aids for others. But on occasion he will take the offensive.

Lesser Nobody:

Nobody Description:

Element: Creation

Element Description: With the aid of his staff's brush half, Xowlin can create anything he could possibly desire. Though creating living, sentient beings takes alot out of him, and they only live for a short period.

Background

Chapter Five: Painting of Hearts Aweary

Illustration

“Boy have I got a job for you, Wolin!” I wish I’d never heard those words that day. Here, in Radiant Garden, I’m known as “The Muses’ Sage”. Many consider me the greatest artist to walk this world. Ansem was considered the greatest and wisest mind to walk this world. So you can see why he thought it fitting that I paint a portrait of himself and his lab assistants. This was to be my best paying job yet, and I was reasonably exited. I’ve seen Ansem before, and know what to expect from him. His assistants, on the other hand, I’ve never even heard their names. On my way there, I saw a young boy in his back yard. He was vigilantly training with a pair of swords that seemed much to big for him. I thought to myself, “That’s what the world lacks now-a-days: tenacity.”

I had finally arrived at the castle. After walking in, I was lazily greeted by the lab assistant that went by the name “Ienzo.” Still, he had a wide smile on his face. I suppose he just had a lazy nature about him. He led me to Ansem’s study, where the great mind was scribbling something down in a journal. He glanced up, and gave a reaction that suggested he had no idea I was even in the room until now. “Thank you, Ienzo.”, he said. “You may leave us now.” The child like man quietly left the room, as I focused my attention on the mastermind in front of me. It was amazing. His presence alone made you feel inferior to his genius. Without warning, he began to speak. “I’ve a request for you, sir. Lately, my lab assistants have been acting strange. I fear, maybe, the stress of their research is taking it’s toll on them. So, I believe that taking some time off, and having portraits made of them would be just the thing to calm their minds. I’m willing to pay you how ever much you desire. Considering your artistic prowess, nothing you say can be unreasonable in my eyes.” I really didn’t know what to say. He gave such an honest and straight forward request. He practically just told me to overpay him. For some reason, though, I just couldn’t. “Alright then.”, I responded, “Who’s first?” Ansem closed his journal, as he repositioned himself in his chair. “His name is Xehanort. He’s my newest assistant, and due to his amnesia has been having the worst time of all. He has such a bright young mind. I’d hate to see him loose it to insanity.” So, Ansem wanted me to paint a crazy person. Great. I should’ve known there was a catch to this.

Before I could give a proper response, Ansem called his apprentice in. Xehanort walked in, wearing a white lab coat, and a depressed expression on his face. The differences in appearance between Xehanort and Ansem were astonishing. Unlike Ansem, who had a very rough and wrinkled face, Xehanort’s face was beautiful. Not a single flaw on it. He was like a walking masterpiece. “Please, follow me.”, he said. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him. As I was leaving the area, I glanced back only to see Ansem continue his writing. Xehanort led me to a bright room, with a crimson velvet carpet, an easel and paint set prepared, and a pair of stools. What with the velvet carpet and all, I was exceptionally nervous about getting in trouble for making a mess. Xehanort then comforted me by telling me, “Don’t worry about dirtying anything up. Master Ansem expects no less.”, as he sat on his stool. Giving it no more thought, I sat at my stool, and started on my work of art. This Xehanort didn’t seem nearly as unstable as Ansem made him out to be. He was actually rather calm and cooperative. He never said a word, until I was about half way finished with the pencil outline. He asked, “Is it true that artists tend to suffer from a dark heart?” Because I was busy, I didn’t think to much about the question, and answered with “Usually.” I wasn’t really one of those cases, but I’d heard of some sick and twisted artists out there.

After finishing the painting, I lowered my arms in both fatigue and satisfaction. Xehanort rose from the stool he was sitting in, and started to walk out of the door. Just before leaving, he turned to me, and pulled something out of his pocket. “I’m sorry for informing you on this subject on such late notice,” he said. A crooked smile slowly took shape on his face. “but we’re going to have to drop you.” Before I could respond, the ground beneath me had disappeared. I looked up to see Xehanort pressing down on the button of the object he pulled out of his coat. I feeling of lightheadedness swept over me, as I fell into a dark abyss. Before I knew it, I my head made contact with some hard object, and I blacked out. I came to just long enough to see a large machine pointed at me. It’s ominous aura pouring out about the area. There was a sharp pain in my head, my eyes grew heavy, and I passed out yet again. When I awoke, everything was different. I could no longer feel my heart beat. I couldn’t feel any emotions, at that. I was being held in some sort of cell. It was then that I noticed what had happened. Everything around me was in ruin. Something horrible had happened to Radiant Garden, and I was unconscious through the whole ordeal. A being resembling Xehanort walked up to my cage, and said one thing before walking away. “Welcome to your new life, Xowlin.”