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NAME: Demyx
AGE: 21
SOCIAL CLASS: Upper-Middle class, but parades around like a lower class
OCCUPATION: Organization member IX, penniless sitar player, currently looking for a day job

PAST/HISTORY: Demyx has no recollection of his parents. He grew up with his "grandparents" who were upper-middle class citizens. His grandfather worked all day and his grandmother stayed home with him. She was the closest thing he ever had to a mother figure - that is, until she passed away sometime around when he was 13. After that, he pretty much buried himself into music, whether it be banging on pans or humming softly to himself. His grandfather worked until the day he died, which was when Demyx was 15. With the money left for him, he bought himself an expensive and hand-made sitar, which he continues to keep close.

After that, Demyx spent a year or so as a working middle class teen, not using his grandparents' money for any of his needs. He kept their house, which is located by the river. He played his sitar for people on the street, but when that didn't exactly work out for him, he went through a variety of jobs. Because of this, Demyx has a number of various talents, such as cooking (when he concentrates so he doesn't burn anything), sewing (when he's not hurting himself), and fixing things (once again, when he tries).

He heard of the Organization from a man named Xemnas, and though the man was against it, Demyx convinced him to let him join by clinging to his leg and pouting. It seemed like he wasn't the first 'new' member, and though the Organization's true purpose is a slight mystery to the blonde, he supports them and does his best to complete all of his missions. He lives in both the castle and his grandparents' home, depending on the situation.

Demyx then skipped through a field of flowers naked, giggling, to show Gilgamesh City that he believed in freedom with his own body and smoking pot, man.

Now, though Demyx is well off when it comes to money, he struts about GC like a lower class, unintentionally annoying those who he passes and nagging those he recognizes.