Exiled Order #: 8
Original Name: Brandon
Exiled Name: DrBanxon
Alliance: Exiled Order (Traitor by force)
Dominant Hand: Right
Age: 27
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 150 lb
Eyes: {No Pupils}
Hair: Green with white streaks
Sex: Male
Alias: The Wizard
Weapon: Wand
Clothing: Hawaiian casual?
Hometown: Kingdom Hearts
Location: ???
Theme Song: N/A
Artist: N/A
Fighting style: Long-range/magical
Personality: Outgoing, funny
Nobody: Tower
Nobody Description: These nobodies aren't very mobile, usually choosing to set up behind other nobody and use magic-based attacks to destroy enemies from afar.
Element: Magic/Legilimency
Element Description: Magic for his wand/Sorta like mind-reading, except the Legilimens explores a persons memories and can bring out the most painful, causing internal pain to the victim
Background: Chapter Six: The child of Science

My name is Brandon. My father is the apprentice to a famous scientist, named Ansem. Most people would find it surprising that Xehanort had a son. That’s only because I spend all my time in my room, reading my books. I, sadly, never met my mother. Father says that she died in child birth, but I know the real reason she died. It’s because she was murdered...by my father. Over the years, I’ve realized that my father and I are practically complete opposites. Father is a man of science, while I have a great interest in the magical arts. Father enjoys the darkness and destruction, and I abhor anything to do with violence. Luckily, he spends all of his time in the lab preforming experiments to study the heart, so we rarely ever have to interact. Personally, I find the mind much more interesting than the heart.

It wasn’t until a few years ago that father came home with that odd expression on his face. His skin was much darker than before, his eyes a different hue, and a much more sorrowful look about him. He took two steps toward me, and I took two steps back. I could feel a dark energy resonating from him. He stopped, and looked at me with surprise. “What’s wrong, Brandon?” I couldn’t bring myself to answer. Actually, I couldn’t even bring myself to move. After a few seconds of silence, father’s eyelids drooped, and snatched my wrist. “Come with me,” he said, “I have something to show you that I think you’ll like.” With my body unable call upon its own strength, he dragged me along without resistance. While he swept me along, he told me a fact I was never aware of. “My son. You are special. One like no other. Do you know why?” He looked down to me, as I nervously shook my head. “You, Brandon, where born in Kingdom Hearts. The world where all hearts are born.” I had no clue what father was talking about. Hearts are born outside of where the body is born? So, what if one’s body was born where the heart was born? A look of dazed shock struck my face, and father smiled wide. “Exactly,” he said, “no human’s heart is as powerful as yours. I know you’ve never taken much work, but seeing as you are my first experiment in my study of the heart, it would be in your best interest to start caring.” Everything was happening so fast, I didn’t know what to do. I was nothing more than an experiment? Is that why he killed my mother? Because she was nothing more than incubator for his studies?! I was so angry, so filled with rage. I just wanted to destroy my father, or rather, my creator. Even still, with all this passion within me, I couldn’t offer resistance to his grasp. “I’m curious,” he confessed, “for one with such a powerful heart, how divine will your heartless be?”

It was mid-afternoon by the time we arrived at father’s lab. I was slung onto an iron table upon entrance. Before I could attempt to get up, shackles of a negative energy formed around my wrists and ankles. I looked around most frantically, and couldn’t help but noticed a various array of black creatures with heart-like symbols embedded on their bodies. They were each held in odd cages that were most likely built specifically for them. One cage held a motionless man, who resembled the famous artist-Wolin. My eyes finally drew their gaze back at father, who was looking back at me in an emotionless daze. A great machine was now taking refuge in front of me, its barrel pointing directly at my chest. A black aura began to emit from it, as my father granted me these final words: “Don’t worry, my son. After today, you will be known as DrBanxon. Any who don’t know that name will soon tremble to the might that lies behind it.” At that, a blinding darkness shot forth from the machine, and I was no more. Those last words of my father rang through my mind as all other memories faded away. I now wander a foreign world, a different being with no past.

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