Xeon Cliffern

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NAME: Xeon Cliffern


POKEMON: Pidgeot

GENDER: Male

AGE: 23

KEYBLADE CLASS: Support

WORLD(s): TRAVERSE TOWN


ABILITY: Keen Eye

LEVEL: level 1.

ATTACKS: Quick attack, Gust

LIKES: Sweets, Flying, sleeping under trees, summer breezes, Cloud gazing, Chocolate milk, cats (despite him being a bird),
DISLIKES: Salty foods, Alcohol, cold weather, mimes(they just freak him out), Clowns, Dogs, poison types

PERSONALITY:
Lazy, cocky an a bit of a sarcastic/shyish. That's Xeon in a nutshell, always going about being lazy when he should be training, always found under a tree looking up to the sky. At times he can act cocky though this is only seen when he's in battle or when he gets a bit to full of him self, tends to make mistakes when he's like this. An even though he acts like a cocky bastard when it comes down to taking to girls he falls apart, tends to scrabble his words or look like a fool. All in all his a good guy great with kids an old people, even if they annoy him with there old people stories.

HISTORY:

Xeon Cliffern born an raised with in Traverse towns borders, raised by his mother who later died when he was two. Orphaned an left to die int he streets rather the ally ways he was found by a nice old couple that took care of him for a year until they had to move. The elderly that took him in dropped him off in an orphanage, hoping that he would find a good home one day but this was not to be. Taken in Xeon lived the rest of his life with in the orphanage along with the other kids who's parents did not want them. It was a poor life but it was better then nothing he did his part to keep this place running as did every other kid, the nun that took care of him was like a second mother to him warm an caring she sought to bring joy to the kids in anyway she was able. Xeon saw her as the mother he never had an was usually found always by her side helping her in any way he could.

Xeon was not like many of the kids in the orphanage who ran around playing an hoped that one day they would get adapted, no he stayed in the back an hid he didn't want to leave he liked it here. Usually Xeon was found on the roof always star gazing our cloud watching at night its what he loved to do it relaxed him an brought him peace. As the years went by Xeon grew older until he was no longer able to stay in his home. Though every so often he would visit the orphanage an the nun that took care of him. Helping out like he did while he was young. The kids used to call him ' Big brother Burdy' an they always played with him it brought him joy to see them laugh an to see her smile.

Yet these happy moment could not last for ever, they had to come to an end . Around his 21st birthday around 10 pm he ventured to the orphange like he always did, though there was some unusual strong winds that night he paid no mind to them an kept walking. Unaware of what fate had in store for him or for his home. Arriving the kids threw him a party everyone laughed had fun an enjoyed cake, Xeon received a very special gift from his former care taker a moogle doll he thought lost when he was young. It was worn out an stitched up but he loved it none the less; yet this warm happy feeling he felt was swept away that strange feeling he had gotten on the way here was back an he did not like it. Just then the lights went out an the kids screamed doors burst open with strong winds an that's when they came.

Dark creature began to appear from the darkest parts of the orphanage eyes as bright as the moon. These things twitched an crept towards them lunging out attacking everyone. Screams of fear echoed threw out the place as the kids ran for their lives, Xeon tried with all his might to keep them safe to keep her safe but in the end he couldn't do a simple thing like 'keep them safe'. They just kept coming an he couldn't stop them, he ran as fast as he could up stairs to keep the kids safe but he was knocked out before he even reached them. When he finally came too he was filled with fear an dread, his eyes widened an began to tear he the orphanage was gone nothing was left but a huge empty spot. Nothing no one was left those things took everything, he failed them an more he failed her, an all that was left was the moogle plushy he had in his grip while in the other hand he held a strange blade. That was two years ago, an yet he still search's for any clues that can help him find them.

Additional info-
-Keeps a worn out moogle plush toy under his bed.
-Loves pumpkin pie
-Considers everyone not from Traverse town to be a tourist

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