Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190412001039/@comment-27661770-20190412122843

(might wanna invite Mett. she does a pretty good Xehanort and Master of Masters from what I've seen...

and since he's not immune to character forms

Name: Roenaus Edmondie. Most, however, term him many things, commonly "Copperhead" or the "Iron Renevant".

Alias: Chooses "Copperhead" as his own. A reclamation form an... old foe of his.

World: Arrived in Daybreak Town way back when. Had aligned himself with Leopardus...

Powers: Other than the basic skillsets, and extreme speed and strength (from multiple sources, chiefly his curcumstances and years upon years upon years of experience by now), not really much. Of note, however, is that technically he is dead. He possesses a robotic body, which in his life was a project he'd been invested in with a close (and apparently immortal) friend of his named Grey. The body is durable, and functions similarly to a human body. When the metal "skin" is breached, different things may spill out in different areas. Joints will yield oil, the equivalents of veins and arteries will yield "electro-fluid" that replaces wiring (and, unlike blood, doesn't exactly stop being useful outside the body), and the chest will likely leak battery fluid- unknown composition, but the rechargeability is estimated to be "good for hundreds of years".

Extra: He prefers not to talk about his past. Until the Keyblade War it wasn't even bad. Then the War happened, and... well.

He had everything ripped away from him ruthlessly. His friends? Dead, broken, or worse. His home? Basically shattered. The worlds he and so many others had fought for? Dwindling, oppressed. His life, and so many others? Ripped frim him, dead by a brutal bisection- literally torn in half and left to crawl and bleed and die.

The first year afterwards, when he refused to just lay down, was numbness. The only reason he ever felt anything at all was what he called his little brother- "Roxana". A Nobody (or so it seemed) that had a truly pure heart and mind. Roe had taught him how to read, and they were all the other had left.

After the first year, he learned things. He was not the only "survivor" to lose everything. Not the only one to wander around with scars, not the only one to have to bury his friends.

The knowledge that his suffering was not unique... ultimately, it set off a bottomless rage, and hatred.

Now, this is the curious part. Hatred and rage are usually of Darkness.

But what does one do when that hatred and rage is set against Darkness itself, and everything that makes it be?

He has no plans of surviving the struggle. Finish the fight, then off himself so he won't become the very thing he waged merciless war on. His blade has drawn blood before- "It's the only way they stay down. Sometimes the only way to defeat evil is to kill it fucking dead and stake it so it doesn't come back again."

In his mind, someone had to take the burden of the vengeful "hero". He fit the bill.

Some quiet nights, people say they can hear him listening to a song. "Same Old Song and Dance".