Whew! Well, here's Xirucco for my application to =org-nu! I hope you guys enjoy!

EDIT WOW look at all those grammar mistakes. I fixed them so that his character description isn't AS Hellish to read.
EDIT2 Edited his weapon to a shovel. >_> <_<!!

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Projected Age: Around 14-16 years of age ( There's no real "age conversion" between a mouse and a human, but I reckoned if any mouse ever turned into a human they'd be young little brats. )
Height: 5' ( I like making short characters because I hate drawing lanky people blahblahblah, but mind you the Kingdom of Dor's around the Renaissance/Middle Ages, where fully grown men only grew up to about 5 and a half feet. )
Build: Skinny but toned; think of a small, wiry teenage athlete.
Projected Personality: Though much of his past life as a Somebody's been buried within the contents of his mind nearly instantly after he was reborn as a Nobody, Xirucco shows many behaviors linked to that of a mouse. While the boy isn't exactly "nervous", his usual expression might be perceived as absolutely nerve-wrecked or overly anxious-- he's one to often over analyze future problems, catastrophes and other mishaps that might cause him misfortune. Xirucco's also quite a thinker, though he often keeps his musings to himself. He wouldn't call himself "shy"-- hell, it's impossible for a Nobody to be shy-- but he'll very much admit that he's a paranoid boy.
Fighting Style: Even though Xirucco's one to avoid as much trouble as possible, he's easily prone to bouts of excitement and adrenaline. One would think that after he sees a fellow Nobody get whapped in the face, the timid boy would run off; but no! While he would regret later for being bashed in by a Keyblader for socking them with his shovel, his eagerness suppresses any and all regrets while engaging in battle. Due to his adrenaline, however, Xirucco being excited is like a toddler on eight cups of caffeine; he's extremely reflexive and slippery wherever he goes, often hitting, running, and repeating the process over and over again. Thus his Proof of Existence, the Uncanny Brute.
His shovel makes for a larger reach than Xirucco would otherwise have with his arms or legs alone, giving him a wider radius of 'touch' in order to use his element against his foes. Because his shovel and fighting style isn't necessarily hard-hitting, he keeps to a defense before he can manipulate the enemy to switch into an offense, making his arm-disarm technique is best suited for teams. While he isn't the best alone, he can direct his focus on altering his own muscle (he usually focuses on strengthening his limbs) to fight back, wearing out the enemy to the point where he can escape.


Name: Xirucco (jji-roo-KO)
Element: Muscle (physiological characteristics)
Element Description: Through contact, Xirucco can alter anyone's (including his) strength, flexibility, 'size', as well as the degree of response to muscle "training" (Muscle memory), meaning that Xirucco can control the degree of body strength and dexterity at a whim. Due to his small and "bony" structure, Xirucco generally uses his element to increase his flexibility instead of its strength, allowing him to bend at extreme levels (keep in mind he can only be flexible to a human capacity, so think of a human contortionist.) An enemy might feel anything from painful muscle aches/strains, or lack of physical strength (a Keyblader might have trouble holding their Keyblade, for example).
Since he can only control through touch (indirect or direct) or sight (direct) the area in which the muscle is located or the actual muscle itself, the more time he contacts/sees a certain muscle/its area, the more time he has to control its physiology. 'Muscle' also covers skeletal muscle (muscle attached to skeleton; think of your biceps, triceps, etc.), smooth muscle (organs) and cardiac muscle, meaning that Xirucco has control over the physiology of organs and anatomical hearts, though it's nearly impossible to "touch" an organ, and if he does see your organs/skeleton you might as well be dead.
Additionally Xirucco can control his own muscles without the aid of sight or touch, though his control over his organs is only limited to his focus, and he often goes through fits of discomfort before/after the alteration.
Weapon: Shovel
Proof of Existence: The Uncanny Brute

Somebody: Curcio
Homeworld: The Tales of Despereaux (The Castle of Dor)
Backstory: Born to the Castle of Dor to a sad little litter of mice in the Library, Curcio was the oldest son of a group of five. Though he tried his best to be a role model to his younger siblings, he failed to comply and was often cast out in family activities, much because of his love for human science. He always found a way to sneak by the castle's doctors, cartographers and other scientists, reading over their shoulders to gather the abundance of knowledge he yearned to grasp himself. The one thing he loved most among all the scientists were the doctors-- he'd heard stories of sick Kings and Queens and Princesses and Princes from years past that were healed back to health by doctors, and the poor condition of the mice and rats in the Castle of Dor made Curcio wish that he too could perform such miracles.
Fah!, the elders would say, a mouse is only where a mouse should be, and no where else; what good is a rodent to a doctor, and what good a doctor to a mouse? Curcio knew all this very well and kept his studies to himself. A new-found chance rose for Curcio, however, when one of the elders in the mouse council fell ill. He rose to the challenge and announced he could cure the elder, as much as the others disbelieved. Curcio's parents and siblings grew embarrassed, pleading Curcio to step away from his ambitions-- but the arrogant Curcio made a vow to cure the elder, lest he be thrown to the dungeon.
Weeks passed and the elder finally blew the last of his breaths, and the mice wept at the loss of his beloved life. Curcio's promise to cure him was finally broken-- Curcio, in his disappointment with himself and deeply regretting his promise, took upon his punishment and entered the dungeon. The big, dark dungeon was no match for the timid mouse, and he plead and plead to leave-- but the mice denied. Who was Curcio to ask favors when he broke a promise?
Eventually Curcio grew lonely and frightful in the dungeon, dark and gargantuan in size. The rats that occupied the dungeon made him all the more intimidated; they were big, rude and unwelcoming, and he decided that he'd much rather be with himself. As what felt like days passed, however, Curcio noticed that the constant squeaking, skittering and mishaps of the rats came to a slow halt; even the humans were gone, and all he was left with was the constant echoes of dripping mildew. The more he felt isolated, the more he reached for the light at the top of the dungeon stairs.
At long last, Curcio reached the top of the stairs, and in a fit of joy he waited no longer to leave the dreaded dungeon. He dodged past the humans in his path and made his way toward the Library, his old home. When he finally arrived, his siblings weren't to be seen and his parents were gone from their usual place, as were the rest of the mice of the Castle of Dor.
In his fortune, Curcio saw a twinkling of an eye at the corner of a bookshelf. Confused as to where his family was, he followed the eye in hopes that it was someone he knew- but wait, what was he thinking? He's an exile, a prisoner! Before he could turn around, however, he met the gaze of that twinkling eye, as well as the other hundreds of eyes gazing back at him. Rats, he asked? No, they were black like the depths of the dungeon, and their eyes pallid and yellow. Before he could ask who they were or maybe even run away, he was swept across the castle by the thousands of black figures, across the very castle to the dungeon in which he was isolated for so many weeks, maybe months. The shadowy monsters he recalled as rats burst through the colossal dungeon doors and swallowed him whole, as he lost himself in a plane of black.

In the flick of an eye he was somewhere-- somewhere where he had the one thing he yearned for, light-- but the overwhelming amount made him shield his eyes in bewilderment as he looked around him. He didn't see the barriers of the insides of the castle like he had before, and in his vision he was greeted with the sky and colorful clouds. As he looked around him, however, his eyes met a shadow of a figure- a human!, and he attempted to skitter away. But he noticed the palm of his hands were not his, and he noticed that the human seemed smaller than he had remembered-- what did he remember? What he remembered was not what he was now, however. He looked up in a fit of questionable nothings, dumbfounded.

"Y-you are quite small for a human, aren't you?" he asked.
"I'm afraid you're not one to talk, Xirucco. But for one, I am not human," the man replied, lips twisted to a smile.

The boy hesitated, but once again looked up in curiosity. "How do you know my name?"

"Oh, the things you will learn-- but please, let's save the talking for later. Before you ask anymore questions, my name is Xeth's."

A pause. "Hey, Xeth's, where are we?"
"On top of the Kingdom of Dor, quite literally," Xeth's replied.

Xirucco stared at the man before glancing around his surroundings once again and standing up. He didn't know where he was anymore, but he felt bigger than he'd ever imagined-- he stared before the hundreds of buildings and hundreds of people, as he stood on the rooftop of the Castle of Dor.