ReindorkGames

Aha! I don't, I knew I was going to crop the images anyway so I only did the bust. However! If you'd like to use the same website that I did and make even more accurate versions, be my guest! Then I could update my little thing with the 'canon' designs you make! I'll leave the link below. http://www.dreamself.me/clothes.php?action=view&id=0

13 characters already? Distribute the black coats, we have enough to start an organization, hehe. Sorry that the characters are not on point for you, rikunobodyxiii. The avatar creator I used didn't have dreads as well as many other outfit pieces that would have proved useful, y'know?

[.Name.] Cynthus Izunia (Cyn for short) [.Age.] ??? (Fifteen in appearance) [.Gender.] Male (Though visually is a bit androgynous) [.Appearance.] [.Parent.] Ardyn Izunia Lucis Caelum [.Abilities/Powers.] Short distance teleportation (Warping) Manipulation of multiple ethereal blades Affinity and manipulation of darkness (Starscourge specific) Proficiency in healing magic [.Personality.] Prideful (That can lead to spiteful) Reserved Imperial [.Biography.] After his intended and fatal defeat in the battle to decide who would be king of the world known as "Eos", Ardyn Izunia awoke not in the Underworld as Pitioss Ruins might suggest, but instead in the Badlands. He was immortal ever still, and laid toppled next to him was The Crystal of Lucis out of all the things. Strange, he would have thought it to be the heart of the world, but apparently not. With crystal and discarded hat in tow, he was cursed again to walk unfamiliar soil instead of moving on to the next life. Eventually, Ardyn was able to smooth talk and charm his way into a rather fine home, for once everyone seemed to acknowledge his claims to being royalty. He spent a lot of time in the company of the crystal and no one else, talking to himself and reflecting over old bitter regrets. It was upon one of these nights that he was able to tap into the residual magic of the crystal. His original intent was to summon the spirit of his long since departed wife for some well-needed company, but the woman's ghost was disgusted in just how twisted a man he'd become over time and refused to appear. Angered, hurt and more lonely than ever, Ardyn's next attempt was to draw out the spirit of his unborn child from all that time ago. In this venture, he was mostly successful, but there was something about the child that felt like... Well, it shouldn't exist. Still, at long last, he was free from the contempt of the astral gods and had a son of... Well, what he at least would like to believe was his own flesh and blood. Cynthus was raised as royalty in mannerism, but not in name, though Ardyn had made him aware that some constrained viewings of their family heritage would label him as a prince. Because of this, Cynthus has developed an inherent desire to be a leader or to rule over something. As of yet, he's not sure of what specific path he wants his future to take him, but the three years high school provides is the perfect span of time to think things over. The economic differences between Mainlands and Badlands in its current state disgust him. These people may be labeled as inherently evil, but he thinks fine men like his father deserve a place in the light and equal respect like anyone else would receive. As of such, he has a small but subtly present stigma for those from the mainland, only because he thinks they are entitled to better lives. [I have been summoned. Thanks for the invite, Aqua.]