Ixaz

Ixaz Azos

Name:
Ixaz [originally, "Aiz"]

Age:
19

Race:
Nobody

Class:
Myrmidon.

Army:
Organization.

Fighting Style:
Ruthless, to say the least. He doesn't take prisoners unless there's an actual reason to do so, and when he does they are just barely kept alive. In a one-on-one fight, he is quick in his movements and quicker in planning his strategies. Within just one look of a battlefield, he would instantly know the best choke points and the spot where either force would be at its strongest and weakest points. In actual battle, he is fluent and his movements are almost fluid-like and connected, with very few uneccessary movements. He mainly uses one-handed swords, though he is known to use the occasional two-handed or even keyblades if he's really serious about killing something/someone.

Ability:
Unknown.

Affinity:
Darkness.

History:
Firma; a lush, green planet. Much like how Traverse Town is always soaked in moonlight, Firma was always bathed in sun. Every part of it was beautiful, except for one little area. A minuscule, remote area that few people knew about, but it was a place where nothing grew. Nothing could grow there. It was shaded, covered by fierce, jagged rocks. It was a place where rituals were ideal; and Firma was a planet that constantly performed rituals. One child was sacrificed annually in order for the gods to be pleased with them and award them another year of sunlight. However, there was one child whom they picked that changed how things would work on Firma.

The rituals; they were a rather annoying process, to say the least. They took approximately a week to perform in their entirety, and the child must have been awake for the majority of said week. It was one specific family that the child was always taken from; an unknown clan. They were mercenaries, but it was in their blood to hunt. Thus, every year they were required to produce a child specifically for the sacrifice to take place, and they were locked away for the rest of that year, never to see the sunlight that they gave a child's life to produce. This specific one, Aiz, was different though. The family was known for their white hair, but this child had black hair. They hoped it would change something; that he would not have to be sacrificed because he was different. Rather, the priest who sacrificed the children of the clan only took it as a sign that they needed to hurry up to stay on schedule. So the ritual went on.

The seventh day; the seventh dreaded day upon which Aiz would be killed. Everything else was finished and in line. The sacrifice was all that remained. He was upon the alter where the priest look down at him, the obsidian dagger in his hand. He recited the words he always did, and then thrust his dagger into Aiz. What happened next, though, was never in the books. They passed it off as though nothing had happened; the priest missed. The dagger stabbed the alter right next to his head as the child looked into it. He was almost one year old at the time, and thus had some strength in him. He pushed himself off the alter and ran for the way out, but he was stopped immediately. He struggled to get free, but to no avail. He cried out in help, kicking and flailing his arms hoping for someone to help him. He was scared, to put it simply.

Help; surprisingly, it came. A portal of darkness opened up, and though Aiz never saw what was actually behind it, he was grateful for whomever, or whatever, it was. He stepped through it, thinking it would take him somewhere safer. Indeed it did, throwing him into Traverse Town. He met a man there who took him in and raised him. As a child he had a fairly typical life, except for the first year. He was accustomed to how things worked in Traverse Town, and until he was sixteen he stayed there. A little bit after his sixteenth birthday, Aizleft Traverse Town in search of something else. He didn't know what it was, but something drove him towards a place with constant sunlight.

The Heartless; his weapon, his sword, didn't work on them. He had to run whenever he encountered them, but he pressed onward until he reached Firma once again. He was grateful for the rides he was able to get from people who had access to ships that could offer such rides. He arrived in Firma, looking around. He discovered, immediately, this was the place he was eager to visit. He had promised his step-father he would return, no matter what. When the heartless attacked Firma that same day and killed him, it was that emotion that caused the empty shell which remained to be able to form a humanoid nobody. He discovered he now had the same ability which saved his life; the portals. He used one and returned to Traverse Town. Aiz pretended that he hadn't found what he was looking for.

His step-father; Aiz would never had dreamed that anything bad happen to him. Regrettably, though, something bad did in fact happen. His step-father was killed. Aiz retreated to a place he could think; it was sometime around here that he encountered another nobody; a man with red hair and a black coat. They talked for a while, and Aiz agreed to help him. He had nothing to lose anymore, anyway. When he met with Xemnas, he changed Aiz's name to Ixaz, which was an anagram of his name (and a few letters taken out) with the letter 'x' added in. He was also given a title; Kuro no Shinigami. The Black Reaper.

Organization XIII; it was a strange group. Ixaz was positioned on The World that Never Was, which was where the stronger of the members seemed to be placed. He honed his abilities, being able to take Xemnas down after a few weeks of cosntant training. Sora came along, though, and eliminated the members of the Organization that he could find: I through XII. The XIII and XIV members were the only ones remaining, and Ixaz [XIV] wanted to make it so that there was only one.

The sands of time; Ixaz was never sealed within them. When Sora and the others placed their souls within the sands of time, Ixaz was nowhere near and thus did not even know about them. After he died with the heartless takeover, he quite simply died. However, the sands of time were a force that no one could have ever imagined, and with the combined thoughts of Ixaz from the other XIII members of the Organization when they were released at the hands of Kai Hitaro, Ixaz's soul was thrown into a morphed body and he was formed.

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