Codename: Zero
Truename: Akilesp Zesepohh
Age: Zero is a very old individual. His exact age is unknown but he is the longest living person on the face of humanity or mythology. If he had to assume, he was probably born nearly 3000 years ago, long before the Son of Man died. He witnessed it. But he is forever locked in his current state, and doesn’t age. He has the appearance of a 15-17 year old.
Gender: While his appearance gives off the impression of male, this is not positive.
Fighting Style: When Zero fights, he uses either magic to his command and obliterates the opponent, or he uses his keyblades.
Element: Technically Twilight, but actually none.
Race: Angel of Chaos.
Home World: Unknown, but believed to be a world called 'Enzektania.'
Basic Weapon: Inverse Keyblade. [10 Damage*level]
Weapon Type: Keyblades/Swords
Personality: There are many words that you could use to describe Zero. Tough, dependable and resilient are just a few. But where he really shines is when he holds a sword, he makes it his duty to be their for whoever needs him. His heart holds an unparalleled feeling of justice, he believes that whenever an innocent life is threatened he must do all in his power to save them. When his family or friends are put into danger he will gladly give his life to save them, he will keep going and stop at nothing. He often has the ability to sustain himself through willpower alone, that does meaning he is prone to the basics of human emotion, and he doesn’t cry. He is particularly fond of birds, especially one known as an Osprey, a unique rare kind of bird.
Appearance: Zero is anything but average. The first thing to catch someone’s eye is the purple hair he has. His purple eyes seem bland when compared to the hair on his head. His skin is a tone of heightened paleness, as he has a serious lack if pigmentation in his bloodstream. Around his neck is a small black band that stands out. His body is home to a white mid-waist trench coat with nothing underneath. Literally; nothing. The coat refracts light off of it’s silver threads. The coat in itself is of a relatively simple design apart from the silver linings strews within the threading. His arms are bare, as he does not need anything for them. However, there is but one exception. On his left hand, more precisely his wrist, Zero has a small black band. The band is on his right wrist only because it is enchanted to allow him to hide his wings. If it were on his left hand, then the balance of light and dark in his body would be thrown off only slightly, but enough to cause him to not be able to hide his wings. His left wing is black and his right wing is white, though his white wing can only be shown/used without the band. The leggings and boots are an extremely simply design. Both are made of the same fibers as most of the coat is, though neither of them truly have anything special to hide behind their mask. Both the pants and the boots are black colored rather than the white used by the trench coat. Zero has no ‘flare’ on his pants but instead lets them hang directly down as he likes them to cover up his boots. Mostly, at any rate.
History: Honestly? I wish I could tell you that Zero was born to a pack of tame bunnies that worked full-time jobs and sent their son to only the best bunny rabbit school. I wish I could tell you that Zero had lived a happy life in his youngest days, never wanting but only giving. I wish I could say that Zero had never killed, cheated, or stolen. I wish I could tell you that Zero had never loved…But Then Again—it would be much easier. What I am about to tell you may come as a shocker. Everything you have ever held dear, or known to be true—has been a lie. The history books never seem to document the tragic truths of the past—only documenting the heroes.
Zero's earlier years were spent in a small village on a planet no one had ever heard of. Enzektania, as he called remembers it to be called. It was a planet full of lush, green grass and rich brown soil. His childhood world was what any other would only dream of. But his paradise was soon to an end, as his mother was killed when he was but five years of age. His name, which was Akilesp, was only known by her. His memories were too fragile and he did not remember it. Unfortunately, his mother also was the only one in the village to know who the father of Akilesp was, apart from the father himself. And without that knowledge, seeing as how he was most likely dead by now, he changed his name to Zero, representing the thoughts in his head soon afterward. It was, in all actuality, a tear jerker of a moment. But Zero had no tears then, and still has none. He left that world soon afterward, at the age of eight, and began to explore the universe.
He traversed the worlds, learning any and everything he possibly could. Seeing as how he was far before the time of Ansem and the Heartless, things went rather smoothly. But also, he learned how to fight with a sword. Zero was actually the very first person, ever, to wield a Keyblade. This is, of course, only because he was the creator of them. The Keyblade was blessed by the Seraphim. Now, the Seraphim were an elite race of creature that could use a fork and wipe out thirty-eight militias, and three-quarters of another. Each one of them could do this. Zero had brought them a mythril sword and had asked them to make it something to be feared. And it wasn't until six years later that Zero finally received the first Keyblade ever made; the Kingdom Key.
By this time, Zero was around fifteen years old. Or so he recalls it. He used that very Keyblade to wipe out all but one of the Seraphim; that last remaining one would be the one piece of the puzzle that kept everything in order. Zero stayed with this Seraphim, continuing to traverse the worlds, for a single rotation of the sun. But in direct contrast of his words, the Seraphim was a mortal. His blood was shed onto the Kingdom Key in an accident, though the Keyblade became... different. It became the Inverse Kingdom Key. And, not stopping there, the Seraphim's blood splattered into Zero's own bloodstream, making him truly immortal. And this was known only because he now had wings of both an angel and a demon. Since these could not be dispersed, however, he was revealed immediately. Even his mighty Keyblade, now inversed, could not take out over fifty thousand soldiers. Trained soldiers. He was killed, eventually, but a spear piercing the skin on his back and splitting open his heart. Coughing up blood, he fell to the ground with a thud.
Where was he know, though? Zero had been brought to purgatory; neither heaven nor hell. Why, though, he didn't know. He was visited by god and the devil, chose to strike down one. A god promised him everything he could ever hope for, but the devil promised him true immortality as well as being given life once more. Sensing a tricked, Zero only sat down and meditated. The devil grew impatient and lunged at him, causing Zero to strike once with the Inverse Kingdom Key. The devil was killed, and god grew into it. With a smirk, the devil only smiled. He walked away, leaving Zero to bask in the blood of the fake devil. Or were they both the devil in different manifestations? Either way, the real god visited him and gave him a small band. The band was placed on his right wrist, his wing dispersing immediately. Though, he could now use them at will; the demon wing at least.
God also gave Zero one other gift; immortality. He could be killed like any other, but the difference was that he would be brought back. He was given life once more, startling to wake up in the tavern on Enzektania, being the age he was when he was killed. Out of pure curiosity, Zero also snapped his fingers to see if he could have the Inversed Keyblade appear in his hands. And to his greatest appreciation, it did. Zero knew what he had to do. But, he didn't know quite what year it was. So he only walked out of the tavern after letting the Keyblade fade into his memories. The village was small yet homey and had that sense of familiarity in the air. Zero traversed it, only taking sixteen minutes to realize this was his home village. Boiled with rage, the Keyblade reapped in his hand and he began to strike down the humans there. His wing stayed hidden, but they were still no match. This village had never tasted war before causing that to be their downfall. Zero took out everyone there in a matter of hours. But one remained; one human still stood. Zero's father. Boiled with rage, he beame one of the first Heartless in existance.
Zero had never fought one of these before, let alone this being one of the strongest. It was Darkside. A Darkside, at any rate. Zero could do nothing but abandon the world, leaving it to the heartless. This was the first ever encounter with the heartless that the universe had ever known. He recoiled onto a planet now known as Destiny Islands. On Destiny Islands he remained for a good two-three hundred years. Ever since then, he's been traversing the worlds once more, only getting stronger as he does so.
Yet, no story has a happy ending. There's always a catch. And Zero's catch is that he was killed. Again. Zero was visited by only god this time, but had been stripped of all of his powers in order to remain immortal. He had been too evil and doing this was the only way he could be alive once more. With the new life, and all knowledge of his past two, Zero had changed his alignment. It now remains undisclosed.
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