Hugh

Name
Hugh

Age
Twelve

Personality
While most Nobody's lack emotions, Hugh has grown his own heart through his interactions with the mortals. From being ostracized, mistreated, abused, and emotionally abandoned, he has grown his own emotional skillset. His heart, small and young, feels only base, primal emotions - happiness, sadness, loneliness, anger. His mind is more mature, though, which combats the otherwise enslaving desires of his heart. He has a strong sense of justice, though it is contorted and malformed. He fills the role of a vigilante, but neigh-evil in his actions. He seeks vengeance for the death of his mentor, and bears huge prejudice for the race that slayed him - Heartless. The Nobody strives to expand the limitations of his heart and eventually feel totally, completely human: he only desires to master this mysterious force that grew inside of him like a cancer.

Race
Nobody

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Appearance
Hugh stands two inches under the sixth foot, a body of a twenty year-old man, his face disfigured with flesh pulled back in seemingly painful ways - it does not harm him or cause pain to the touch - the ridged areas are entirely aesthetic and the holes don't provide any special advantage or hindrance, as they are but inches deep. His eyes are black, lifeless, dull in appearance; his face is always contorted in a way that makes most people think he's hostile. His attire varies greatly, but mostly consist of  primary colors, loose fitting shirts and shorts. Fashion, to say the least, is not a priority for Hugh. His hair is the deepest ebony, stringy and always unkempt, his pale skin contrasting his malnourished appearance, along with his slender frame.

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Primary Elements
Heart || Nothingness
Element || Lightning

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History
One day, the Nobody was simply awake. He had no knowledge of the world around him, its language or his own being. He was nude, his face strangely cursed and twisted into a horrible visage. 'Twilight Town', the world of the in-between, was to be his homeland. He had stood in the middle of town, waking from his seemingly infinite slumber and taking in the strange sights. The strangest thing he noticed were the way that everything touched by Light radiated some harsh, beautiful tone. Shades from between black and white, just like the town, just like himself. He walked, aimlessly, looking for purpose - every person the Nobody had met either shunned him for his appearance and nudity or averted their eyes. Even in a town full of people, he felt impossibly alone.

Eventually, he fell to an alley between a tall building and a residential area, where the rats greeted him with vigor and skittering versus the townsfolk's animosity: to the newborn Nobody, these actions did not frighten or discourage him, but he knew that the vermin gave him less resistance, and that was all that was importance. He stay their, nude, and lived.

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A month passed before any human contact was awarded. Out of his filthy pit, his body only cleansed by the rain, he saw his first Heartless, the fiend hounding away at a human male, probably in his thirties. The lone Shadow had tackled him, spearing the man and putting him on the ground, raising it's claws and readying to strike, to...

There was no thought, no calculation. The filthy Nobody had charged the Heartless, knocking him away from the human with a powerful swing, knocking it away. The creature composed of the inky darkness looked upon the Nobody quizzically, then skittered off. Looking back on the human that had been attacked, but he was standing, babbling, running from his savior like he was a leper.

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Three weeks had past before his next instance. A man in his 20 somethings approached him, armored and confident, cheeks full of youthful health. He held out his hand to help the Nobody up, offering his first chance of human contact. Fingers clasped, and the weight of himself was lifted off the Nobody. He was bathed in a strange light of magic, and all of the filth collected in the near two months of his existence was gone, replaced by plain clothes with no real protection from the elements (not that it was necessary in the town, which sported tame weather at all times). The man spoke his name, Azazel, and thanked the newborn for his assistance to the man all that time ago.

The man insisted that he was rewarded for the help, but the Nobody simply refused, unwilling to be moved from his filthy alleyway. So, instead, the righteous knight cleaned the alleyway of all it's filth with another bath of magic, transforming it into a small home in-between the two buildings. The man revealed himself as Rone, a self-proclaimed hero of the worlds, and made a promise to the Nobody. Because he was afraid to leave his area, the warrior would visit the Nobody every week, teaching him of the world he was so afraid of. Before he left, though, he took on a saddened face, departing with words that still stay with the disfigured youth.

"The people in town.. they fear you. They do not hate you. Your unfortunate appearance reminds them of the ugliness in their hearts."

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And as the weeks past, months past, and years past. The ritual was always different, from playing games to eating food, or Rone training the boy to grow and be a true hero. Eventually, the Nobody even left the house and corralled the town underneath the protection of a hood, as long as he was with Rone. There were constants, though, to each visit. Rone would teach the Nobody to speak, and the language came like a second nature. Painting was also always involved, coupled with a story to go along with it, always from one of Rone's many adventures (always revealed to be exaggerated lies). The Nobody finally got a name - Hugh - like the many that existed when light rebounded off of matter.

Hugh's favorite story through all of the years was the one about a strange, mythical object, called a 'Keyblade', about it being a weapon of lineage and great destiny. Rone had attained one in this fable, and used it to rescue a princess from a ferocious dragon. They laughed, and for a while, Hugh had felt human. During this time, they discussed the Keyblades sworn enemy - the Heartless, and what Rone had known for a long time. Hugh was a result of a Heartless eating a heart - he was a Nobody.

"But," Rone said to the blossoming youth ", you are different than the absent-hearted husks I battle in my line of work. You feel, you experience, you grow."

With those words, he took Hugh's hand and mumbled some words. The only thing he could make out was "inheritance". Then Rone got giddy again and laughed, expanding on his tall-tale of this magical 'Keyblade'.
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In the last months with Rone, they traveled together, without the need of a hood or disguise. Hugh had grown in power those some five years of training, tapping into his racial abilities along with his surprising connection to energy itself, or more specifically, the lightning born from storm clouds. He was now a 'hero' himself. They were on some uncharted rock, traveling there with Hugh's newfound grasp on his Nobodic powers. Heartless had taken over the asteroid amongst space, a floating ball of darkness.

They were walking, and then it was all over, so quick, so fast. A large heartless came from the shadows, and bam - Rone's insides exploded all over the bare earth, painting the meteor with his blood. The Shadows swarmed and convulsed around his body, the beings of darkness ignoring him for the better meal. Strange armor flashed around the outline of his body (or at least where it used to be) but flickered away, a sword with a strange shape appearing in a similar manner. This seemed to drive the heartless in a fervor.

Rone's limp, dead head turned to face Hugh. It screamed "Run".

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A year past. Rone's death had lead to the inheritance of the his Keyblade, "Hero's Triumph". Hugh was back to where he had began - his home was now run down, a hovel. He didn't feel like the hero he was seemingly destined to be.

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Three more years, and Hugh had gone crazy. His time training, slaughtering Heartless, 'saving' the innocents of the worlds and executing the 'evil-doers' - his line between right and wrong was blurred with the blood of Rone. The way he wielded his Keyblade was exactly like the way Rone had, and he used it to slay every Heartless he came across - it was the ultimate magnet for his nemesis.

And he continues to develop, in the now, and search for the limits to his heart, slaying those who took it's caretaker away.