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.X.x.Come on Baby Let's Have Fun.x.X.

Tell me I'm a Bad, Bad Man

Created on 2007-01-31 04:22:55 (#12172397), last updated 2007-03-11

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Name:	Axel:VIII
Location:	Virginia Beach, Virginia, United States
Website:	Mun's Journal

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[Name/Alias: Axel]

[A.K.A.: Ancel Faustus ó Cionaoith (real/human name ), VIII, Flurry of Dancing Flames]

[Sex: Male]

[Age: 24]

[Status: Undead --> Vampire]

[Affiliations: Organization XIII]

[Height: 6’0”]

[Weight: 170 lbs]

[Sexuality: Axel is quite aware that he is a being who tantalizes, enough to the point that he’ll purposely strive to make himself more provocative to others. While commitment is generally not a word found in his vocabulary, he does know how to have a good time. It is rare for him to focus solely on something like sex or relationships, as a Nobody. He has no specific pull towards any male or female, with the exception of those in the Organization since they are like him.]

[Appearance: Of course the first thing people notice is the hair. Even if someone was colorblind, surely they’d at least see the mass of stuff spiked out almost lethally in every direction. It can be noted that none of the hair is ever in his face, rather swept back and compensating by its haphazard styling. The color of his hair is indeed an outrageous shade of red, but a closer glance would reveal that it is really a mixture of various hues, ranging from maroon to cherry to crimson to scarlet to ruby to burgundy. The redhead has a rather pale complexion, though not to the point where he looks like a living corpse. He is pale compared to others, but due to the shock of color from his hair and the contrasting black he generally wears, it tends to add a bit more life to his skin. His eyes are a color hard to pin down with just one shade. In his “previous life” as simply a human, a Somebody, they were green. Once he became something different altogether with the Organization XIII, they warped into a mixture of aqua, sea foam, green, and a touch of blue—something resembling a viscous sort of poison that pierces one with Axel’s intense gaze. He has extremely dark lashes instead of red ones, and he accentuates them even further with thick eyeliner drawn out to a winged point, almost Egyptian in its style. The two purple lines below his eyes and extending onto his cheeks are tattoos that he received when he was in his mid-teens on a whim. His eyebrows are a darker shade of red, razored extremely short and barely reaching halfway across the width of his eyes. Axel has a very salient profile, due to the sharpness of his hair going one way, and his sharp features (mainly his nose and jaw) protruding the other way. Not the tallest of men, he barely reaches six feet, and doesn’t come off as much taller. Many times it appears that he slouches because of his wide and sloping shoulders contrasting his thin waist, but this is not the case, and he actually has exceptional posture. Axel has an extremely thin body, but not thin in the standard sense. His shoulders are very wide and broad, but the rest of his torso curves inward to an hourglass figure and almost resembles that of a woman. Yeah, it’s true that his hips don’t lie, because they’re awfully noticeable to begin with. There are quite a few bones that stick out on him, such as his hipbones, collarbone, and sometimes his spine depending on the angle. His arms are very long and sometimes mistaken as “skinny” when “toned” would be a better word, though his hands are a bit on the larger side, which is good for him to haul around his two chakram. Despite the seemingly sickly appearance, Axel is quite healthy and weighs around one hundred and sixty-five to one-hundred and seventy pounds. His Organization XIII trench coat is very broad around his chest, giving it the illusion of being somewhat more muscular than it really is. The arms are rather clingy on his arms, emphasizing how thin they are, and the jacket seems to purposely slope inwards towards his hips, creating the illusion of an almost woman-like figure. When he isn’t in his Organization XIII coat, he usually wears skintight black shirts and pants.]

[History: Ancel was born to an Irish msn and a German/Colombian woman in New York City. He was not aware until his teens that his father had actually been changed into a vampire while he was young, though he did note many odd things about his parents’ relationship and his habits of course. A rebellious child, he often ran off during nights to do various things simply for the fun of the risk. Despite his parents initial doting, he always noted how his father seemed to be more distant than his mother. His father was always much stronger than his as well, and combined with this seeming lack of complete honesty regarding his lifestyle, Ancel grew to resent him for everything the man had that he had not mastered yet. Everything fell apart when he was thirteen. His mother had started drinking, and his father often stayed out for days at a time. News arrived after a month that his mother was pregnant, but the child was born dead and deformed. In a drunken rage, she attempted to kill his father because she blamed the deformity on his being a vampire. This was when Ancel found out what his father was, and why his father was always so much better than he. Instead of being shocked or angry and desperate for answers, he was calm and almost indifferent to it, besides a bit of amusement. This did not bother him, as he’d always been independent and distant to his family life. The day after his fifteenth birthday, his mother was found dead, her neck snapped and blood drenching the room she was in. His father was nowhere to be found, and the assumption was made that he had been the one to murder her. Though her life had been spiraling downward with alcohol and drugs as it was, this final chapter seemed a bit too harsh to believe. Ancel didn’t care that he had lost his mother; rather, he cared as to how her life had ended. He vowed then and there to kill his father should he ever find him again. Moving to Europe, he became intrigued with underground illicit affairs and cult-like groups of vampires. Every time something went wrong, however, it was usually of his doing and he moved on after the ruin was strewn about. In London, however, at the age of twenty, he unexpectedly met his father again. Reckless and unprepared, he attacked him and failed miserably, to the point of being left for dead. Everything was empty and gone, for a period of time he could not specify. When he again opened his eyes, he was much stronger than before, his eyes, hair, and physical appearance had changed, and his memories were distant and foggy, scratched and unclear like an old record player. There was a strange emptiness within him, one that made everything feel like it was never a full experience. As a vampire, he learned of his existence as a subject under Organization XIII. After a year, he has learned his own strengths and weaknesses, and donned the name Axel, the x representing what he is missing and perhaps subconsciously trying to regain. He is similar yet utterly different to who the male Ancel once was, and his memories are as insignificant as the lives he influences in Virginia day in and day out under Organization XIII.]

[Personality: Unpredictability is the only predictable thing about Axel and the person he is. Chaos and anarchy are often his best friends, or at least his best company. One day he may be your friend, then next day he may be kissing you goodbye before putting you out of your misery. He is nothing ordinary, cannot, and should not be trusted for anything. Everything he does is based on his own wants, needs, and decisions. He may act as though he is part of something larger, but really it all comes down to himself. Backstabbing (literally), lying, cheating, and manipulation mean nothing to him anymore but a way to sometimes pass the time, or elude a situation he intends to morph into something else. He is a being that is extremely dedicated and passionate about everything he does; so much so that it doesn’t seem fathomable that he does not have a “heart” so to speak. Every shift in his facial features, body, being, mind, and soul seems so full of raw emotion that it’s an utter paradox as to what he has become. The first impression he tends to give is one that is laid back, smug, arrogant, but generally amiable, and 100% obnoxious. He’s not afraid to voice something, not matter how obvious, but it shouldn’t surprise anyone that he isn’t always telling the truth. Should he be angered, he lives up to his abilities and nickname as the Flurry of Dancing Flames because he will explode. Usually it’s only a shower of angry words and expletives, but if he does get physical look out, because the results can be devastating. Axel finds it amusing as to what sorts of things he can pull out of people by a simple smile, a misplaced word or two, and complete and utter manipulation of a person. It’s not always done with malicious intent, and at this point it’s something so second nature to him that he doesn’t even realize he does it half of the time. He’s also a shameless flirt, though it means nothing. Something that develops into physical actions or sex usually means nothing, and he is not above a one night stand or a one week stand, or maybe even a two week stand if someone is really lucky. Anything over that, however, and he will simply up and leave. Commitment is not something he wants to be involved in, because it may promote boredom and a constant something in his life. But if he does ever care for someone enough to leave all of that behind (which hasn’t quite happened as of yet), he would be unconditionally loyal. Enough to even sacrifice himself, and do whatever it took for that person to be breathing and at the best possible point they could be. Generally speaking, he is a being who cannot be pinned down, figured out, or analyzed due to his unsystematic nature.]

[Abilities/Weaponry: Mentally, Axel is a master of manipulation as elaborated on before, and hence can do quite a lot of damage to an unsuspecting person.Physically, he is very unique due to the experiments that were performed on him under Organization XIII. His slenderness makes him quite agile, and when he moves it’s almost hypnotizing. As for weapons, he uses two chakram that are as sharp as the spikes on his head, and rather large. They can be used for throwing, slicing, etc., and are Axel’s favourite and only weapon besides his vampire enhancements. Axel’s fighting style is as bizarre and random as his personality. He may draw things out as much as his stamina will allow, cut to the chase, or take time to converse during any confrontation. At times even the most imbalanced fight can be shifted over into his favour, and once he has it he will not let it go. Occasionally he will leave his opponent alive for the fun of it, or if he feels a sort of fondness for them. If not, he won’t feel any remorse in mercilessly exterminating them.]

[Weaknesses: Physically, due to his unusual shape, Axel tends to tire out after extended periods of time (mainly to due to the slenderness of his arms and the weight of his chakram, more than anything else). All disabilities that hinder vampires are not lacking in Axel as well. Having no “real” emotions, it may be hard to interact on a deeper level with some people. On the surface he often tries to be very joking or casual in nature, but beyond that, it’s just a façade. He does have a temper, but it takes a lot to trigger it off. There’s also his nasty habit of being a backstabber, traitor, manipulator, and schemer. Everything he does is for himself, no matter what the situation. If perhaps he ever were to find someone that he could actually come to “care” for beyond his own interests, it may be difficult for him to handle himself.]