Zaverxi

Original Name: Zavier

Nobody Name: Zaverxi

Alias: Raging Dissonance

Alliance: Exiled Traitors

Exiled Order #: 13

Hometown: Ascolta Terremoti

Theme Song:

Artist:

Quote: "First off, I don't like you. I don't care what you think, if at all, so you might as well run along now. @$#%! off."

Appearance

Age: 20

Clothing: Black jacket with long sleeves, black pants.

Dominant Hand: Left

Eyes: Bright blue

Hair: Waist-length, seafoam green with black tips

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 140 lbs

Sex: Male

Personality

Hates everyone and everything, lone wolf, likes to be off on his own. Is afraid of letting anyone close.

Abilities

Weapon: Clawed gauntlets

Fighting Style: Melee, all-out

Lesser Nobody: Gryphon

Nobody Description: The gryphon is a nobody that attacks as soon as it appears. Similar to the Wyvern heartless, it appears from above and attacks below, although it has flat spikes where its wings should be. It attacks with hooked beak, talons, and the sharp blade on its tail as well as the spikes on its back.

Element: Sound

Element Description: He uses sound waves to deafen people, cause them to have huge headaches, burst their eardrums, and even knock them unconscious. Also, when focused, can form a beam that cuts through anything but a vacuum. When aimed at the ground, he's capable of causing earthquakes, though it takes a lot of energy and is only used as a final strike attack.

Background

It was a classic tale: a boy and a girl, becoming close, sharing a bond. However, in this situation, it had a few twists. The boy and girl were cousins, and the boy had more than his share of issues. Seen by all his classmates as avoidant, antisocial, a ‘lone wolf’, he never made any overtures of friendship, never responded positively to theirs, and more or less gave off vibes that he didn’t want to talk to them. The only exception, the only person Zavier would allow near, was his cousin Meg. He would relax his guard around her, lower his shields, even smile and laugh with her on occasion, but the minute anyone else approached, it was shields up, barrier slammed shut, a veritable inpenetrable fortress that no one could have the hope to gain access to, unless they had the key, like Meg.

Many times, her friends would approach her and ask her how she did it, how she was able to talk with him without being rebuffed or scorned. Her response always was, “I know him better than anyone in the world.” In truth, it was because the two of them had been all but inseparable growing up. His mother and her father, being siblings, decided to live near each other, and so the two were together ever since they could both walk well enough to toddle over to the other.

Despite being a few months older than Meg, the two of them might as well have been twins, despite the different appearances. He was tall and black-haired, while she was short and blonde-haired, although they shared identical bright blue eyes. From an early age Zavier depended on Meg for anything, which set them up for the tragedy that happened when the two of them were 20. The two of them had picked up mountain climbing as a hobby, since it wouldn’t require them to socialize with any of their other peers if they didn’t want to, which Zavier never did. It was a hot day, and the only sound was the wind as it swept over the cracked wall of the cliff the two stood in front of as they stared up.

“There’s no rope anchored at the top to catch us if we fall.” Zavier warned as he stared at it suspiciously. This seems like a disaster waiting to happen. I don’t like the look of that, he thought, although he didn’t mention his misgivings out loud.

“Nonsense! Look at all those hand-and-footholds! We’ll be perfectly safe, it’s not like we’re going to bring the mountain down by climbing it!” Meg replied gaily, hooking her tools to her harness. Without waiting another word, she started climbing, slowly so that she can see where her next handholds would be, feel where the next footholds would be. With a sigh, Zavier started after her, finding a path up adjacent so he could climb next to her.

The disaster happened when they were near the top. Suddenly, Zavier’s foothold crumbled, and with a sharp cry he slid sideways, knocking into Meg. He found a foothold almost immediately, but Meg wasn’t so lucky. With a scream that would repeat itself endlessly in his mind forever after, she fell the nearly 30 feet they climbed, landing with a sickening crack of breaking bones. “MEG!” Zavier screamed, and almost leaped down after her. Fortunately for him, he kept his head and climbed down, although he slipped a few more times in his haste but with less dire consequences. Upon reaching the bottom, he rushed to his cousin, but it was clear from the angle of her head and several limbs that she had broken several bones, including her neck. She was dead.

The next day, he had to deal with a constant stream of condolences, and he never said a word to any of them. A few insisted on staying near to him despite his aversion, and by the end of the day he was practically throwing people out to get some peace. Finally, he was alone, but what was the use in that? Now I’ll always be alone. That was the main thought that went through his head, over and over. His heart felt like it was surrounded by shards of glass while at the same time squeezed by frozen bands of metal. “What’s the use of having a heart if it’s broken so easily?!” he snarls into the empty room, loud enough for echoes to reply. In a way, the tone seemed to change, giving his own words different inflections, changing it from a query to a statement.

“What IS the use of having a heart if it’s broken so easily?” The words seemed to whisper back to him rhetorically.

Zavier shut his eyes tightly, welcoming the darkness as he hears his cousin’s scream repeat itself in his mind. His hand groped towards his chest, grabbing his shirt in a fist as if trying to snatch out the painful organ and rip it out to spare him the agony. At that moment, despite having his eyes closed, two glowing yellow eyes without pupils appeared, watching him emotionlessly. Don’t you care that the darkness is eating your heart from the inside? a voice asked him, and suddenly it was as if he had a presence behind his closed eyelids, or maybe this took place elsewhere. “No, I don’t have any desire to have a heart! I wish I could just get rid of it! It’s too painful, and such a pointless thing to have. If you want it, take it!”

Suddenly, a bright light in the form of a heart-shaped gem appeared in front of him. Its predominant color was pink, although as it turned other hues became apparent. Another object of note was that the gem was transparent, and seemingly hollow, filled with shadows. The gem was broken in half, and the darkness was starting to seep out. The yellow eyes fastened upon the gem, and they gained motion at last, an avaricious hunger. It moved restlessly from side to side, and a shadow within a shadow soon became apparent as Zavier’s eyes adjusted. The shadow within the darkness seemed to belong to a humanoid creature with long clawed hands and broad black wings that seemed to be the cause of the darkness. The clawed hands reached towards the gem, although they hesitated away as if the light hurt it somehow.

Zavier reached his hand out to the gem, clasping it. As he did, a tumult of emotions swarmed out, engulfing him. Fear, loss, guilt, hatred, loneliness, despair, sadness, and a small spark of love swirled around him, each seemingly accompanied by a whip of fire that lashed him within the cyclone. He cried out in pain as he felt the loss of his cousin all the more, and his fist closed on the gem, shattering it further. Two shards embedded themselves into his flesh, disappearing within, and then he suddenly thrust the rest of the heart at the glowing eyes. “TAKE IT.” He screamed, and the heart suddenly disappeared within two sharp-clawed hands, the darkness suddenly pulsing out and consuming it from within, its light quenched forever. A swirling semblance of smoke floated where it once was, which gradually dissipated into the darkness as well.

Immediately, pain of a different flavor than the pain of loss and heartache overwhelmed Zavier, becoming more of a physical sensation than the figurative one his heart inflicted on him before. His mind was obliterated by the pain, and his existence seemed to be scoured away. His awareness seemed to explode into thousands of splinters, cast in all directions, and they were strewn to all corners of the world as his self disappeared.