View Full Version : Kingdom Hearts: A New Order [PG-13]
May 13th, 2008, 05:52 PM
I made this elsewhere a while back, but it fell apart. I have decided, therefore, to redo it here; I really don’t want this RPG to die a second time. Please note a knowledge of KH up to the end of KH2 is needed.
This RPG takes place about five months after the events of Kingdom Hearts II (Final Mix+) (as it was the final version of that game, I believe that makes it canon). Sora, Riku, and Kairi are all off at Disney Castle and other worlds doing what they do best; beating up Heartless, or so they think. There are gears turning in other, higher places, and out of the destruction of Organization XIII will come another, and another Keyblade Master must put an end to them. But, that’s the future, and we must begin.....
As the wielder of the Keyblade of the Realm of Light, Sora, travelled from world to world, sealing the Keyholes from the Heartless, Darkness formed into physical shapes thru the power of the hearts they stole, that Darkness was controlled by Ansem, Seeker of Darkness. However, the Keyblade master defeated the Heartless Controller and sealed the Door to Darkness that linked Kingdom Hearts, the heart of all worlds, to the Realm of Darkness, protecting it from the Heartless that sought to devour it. However, Ansem was to continue to plague the Keyblade Master in two ways; by hiding as the Darkness that ensnared the heart of the wielder’s best friend, Riku, whom Riku sought to and eventually conquered.
The second way was much more formidable, however; the Nobody (a creature that is the body and soul of a person who loses their heart to Darkness, and who’s will is strong enough to animate their bodies, while not truly existing due to the lack of a heart) of Ansem, revealed to be an apprentice to Ansem the Wise named Xenanort, had formed a group of Nobodies called Organization XIII, they being the only Nobodies who retained their human forms when their hearts faded to the Dark, while other Nobodies gained metallic shade colored bodies and strange physical attributes. Each donned in a black cloak and wielding thirteen different elemental powers, they sought to collect hearts to build an artificial Kingdom Hearts, with the power to restore them to the humanity they longed, as, lacking hearts, they could not feel emotion; they were incomplete, nonexistent.
However, Xemnas, as Xenanort’s Nobody called himself, failed to notice one very important detail; he was being played. For, while Xemnas and the other five apprentices of Ansem the Wise: Briag, Dilan, Aeleus, Even, and Ienzo, now called Xigbar, Xaldin, Lexaeus, Vexen, and Zexion (w/ Xemnas, the first six members of Org. XIII), claimed to be the first human-formed Nobodies, there was actually another one. From the sidelines, this Nobody has manipulated the Other Organization, as he calls it, to the whim of him and HIS Organization XIII, from whom Xemnas stole the idea.
This first Nobody, Zerix, orchestrated everything from Xemnas’s discovery of Castle Oblivion and the deaths of five Other Org. members, where Zerix and his Org. XIII were based in, to diverting a steady supply of hearts from the Other Org. to fuel their Kingdom Hearts. He is a master of schemes and has managed to remain hidden thru his command of Shadows, the very primordial essence of Darkness. (and therefore, Darkness itself; the reason why they were not detected in the Castle) In addition, this formidable Superior is only technically fourteen, but his power is unimaginable.
Now, with Xemnas and them out of the way thanks to Sora and Riku, he and his Org. XIII are ready to leave the safety of Castle Oblivion out and succeed where Xemnas failed.
You will be playing as one of the twelve Members of Zerix’s Organization XIII (eleven, actually, as Number II is taken already) Or, you may be a Keyblade Master, destined to stop this new threat to the worlds.
Or perhaps another character, either or neither friend or foe. Only time will tell…..
This RPG requires 12 New Organization Members (I am the 13th/1st), a Hero (Keyblade Master), and other characters that the sign-up’ee can think of that they think will tie in with the story. Each has their own, slightly different, signup sheet. Please Copy-Paste these into a new post and replace my italicized comments with your characters info.
Note that I have already granted Shadowfaith the position of Number II, as she was the only other person interested in this RP when I originally did it and tried to keep it going.
For Org. XIII Members
Name: All Org. XIII Members have an “x” in their name, and their names are anagrams of their names before they became Nobodies, even if the KH community can’t figure out a few of the Orig. Org. XIII members’ original names. You also can’t use any of the orig. Org. XIII members names.
Age Before Becoming Nobody: Straightforward. Can be any age, no less than 13, or older than 30. Use logic, and try and get close to the Original Members’ ages. Make your description match the age.
Gender: Don’t make me explain this any more than this; male or female, take your pick.
Element: Each Org. Member has one Element which they can control in general. For instance, Axel was fire, Luxord Time, and Zerix (my character) is Shadow and what that encompasses (Trickery, Darkness, Deceitfulness, etc.). Use the old Member’s elements with care; try and be original.
Organization Title*: Example: Axel was “The Fury of Dancing Flames”, Luxord “The Gambler of Fate”, etc. Make sure it describes your character in a few words.
History: Describe the character’s life before they became Nobodies. Friends, what world (can be made up/not KH, but be sure that it is logical (i.e. Twilight/Traverse(like), etc.) and describe it) they were on, etc. Be sure that the last thing in here is how they succumbed to the darkness and what world that Zerix (or another member, if you sign up after someone else who is accepted as an Org. XIII member) found your character.
Personality: Important. What are they like as Nobodies; do they like to pretend to be able to feel emotion, or be harsh and brutal as to their fate? Just describe how they are.
Physical Description: What do they look like? Obviously, they’ll be wearing an Org. XIII cloak, but you can describe build, and facial features easily.
Weapon: Give the name and a description of your character’s weapon. Remember that every member's weapons have the symbol of Nothingness on them somewhere, or at least the top, pointy part. Look at the weapons of any member except Xemnas and Roxas and you'll see what I mean.
Lesser Nobody: Name and Description While each of you controls Dusk and Creeper Nobodies, you also control ones of your own design, usually suited to your character’s fighting style. Please remember that they MUST a) have the Symbol of Nothingness on them somewhere (look at any lesser Nobody for an example) and b) Each must be of the standard Nobody color scheme (metallic blue and grey/white)
Other Info: Anything you can add that will help me/other’s understand your character.
Org. Rank (I, II, III, IV, V, etc.) is determined by the order in which you sign up.
For Hero (Keyblade Master) - Once they are chosen, this form will be useless, FYI.
Age: Straightforward. Like Sora and friends, they need to be a teen (13-17, preferably 14-15)
Gender: Don’t make me explain this any more than this; male or female, take your pick.
History: What world are they from? (Note that it can be made up, but must be logical and must be like Twilight/Traverse town in terms of people/art style) Who are their friends? (Note that they don’t know (at this time) they are a KB Master, they will learn of this once the RPG starts, in a plot twist that I will implement early on.
Personality: What are they like?
Physical Description: What do they look like? Describe everything (as stated in the signup rules)
Other Info: Anything you can add that will help me/other’s understand your character.
Other Characters can use the above form for signing up.
Once we have the required number of people, the RPG will begin. I am fixing my original SU for length and detail and will post soon.
I accept reservations, BUT A RPG SAMPLE MUST BE INCLUDED, ALONG WITH YOUR CHOSEN ELEMENT (FOR ORG. MEMBERS) AND A NAME IF POSSIBLE.
You may SU as Sora, note that you will also control Riku and Kairi, who are with him in the RPG. Use the KBM SU Form for Sora.
Members so Far….
I. Zerix. The Observer/The Superior. Shadows. Shadow Bow/Shield. Messengers. [The Shadow Umbreon]
II. Umikx. The Illusionist. Illusion. Puppet Strings. Puppeteers. [Shadowfaith]
III. Pelux. Absolute Zero. Ice. Hail Storm. Subzero. [Gummy]
May 14th, 2008, 11:31 PM
Name: Umikx (Oo-mix)
Age before Becoming Nobody: 19
Element: Illusion (Such as being able to bend reality, bending ones will, invading dreams ext)
Organization Title: The Illusionist
History: Umikx can't remember much of her history before OrgXIII. Instead Umikx has a mass amount of dreams that reveal her history little by little and even then it is a jumbled mess.
Personality: Umikx is sarcastic, witty, cocky and everything you don’t want in a friend. She takes pleasure and amusement in the pain and suffering of others and doesn’t bat an eyelid not even when it’s her comrades in danger. She uses brains rather than Braun which is why her element of illusion was bestowed upon her as a nobody; she is very cunning, very quick on her feet and has an answer for almost everything. She appears to be quite charming and her voice is relaxing and easy to listen to, but this only adds to her menacing personality. She uses her calming voice and charming looks in order to take control or cradle her enemies into a false sense of security, she is calm and laid back and would much prefer to be lazing about instead of doing her job but when she is called upon she will reluctantly answer with a huff and get the job done as quick as possible.
She comes as quite an annoyance her fellow members as she enjoys nothing more than invading dreams and laughing about others thoughts, it is this attitude that normally gets her into trouble with her comrades or even the boss. You see Umikx does not like to take orders from anyone and prefers to work on her own terms which grate on the nerves of many, she will however with reluctance answer to her boss, but as for everyone else, she will simply laugh aloud, disappear and do things her own way. Unfortunately for Umikx, betrayal and the like is not looked upon lightly by the members and she is normally cast into trouble and to the amusement of her so called ‘comrades’ has the normal smirk whipped from her face normally by means of humility or some sort of torture. But when she gets angry, you would wish you were never around, Umikx’s normally cool and collected personality disintegrates and is replaced by an almost wolfish anger.
Physical Description: Umikx has deep purple hair that extends to her lower back and narrowed amber eyes that appear both calming and haunting at the same time, they are also surrounded by a dark ring of black, not by choice and neither by lack of sleep; the ring’s are just simply there. Her skin is pale like snow, but not deathly so and her physique is quite small and fragile, but she is not to be mistaken for a push over. She wears the normal organization attire complete with the black shoes, top, trousers and leather coat. A tribal tattoo runs from her lower right thigh all the way up to the left side of her neck so that it can just about be seen above the collar of her coat. As for her weapon, they are strung around her waste like some sort of belt under her coat and are called upon in battle or to aid her in situations.
Other Info: Umikx uses puppet strings as her form of weapon.
Yay! It's back and I'm hoping it does well here =D
I loved my character so much in this I'm just gonna keep her the same as before. She may be number two this time but that doesn't mean she's gonna change =D
I'll throw in a description of the Puppeteers soon.
May 15th, 2008, 12:59 PM
These RPs dont usually get members that fast, so I was wondering if I could make two.
Name: Raxhu (from Haru)
Age Before Becoming Nobody: 16
Organization Title*: The Serene Explosion
History: Raxhu is the nobody of a smalltown 'hero' from a distant world, named Haru. Haru, for the most part, was your average kid. He played games, he trained with his friends and classmates at the dojo he attended. When the heartless attacked, everyone was taken by suprise. He, along with a few of his friends, fought valiantly to protect their world from the onslaught of heartless, to no avail. They were eventually picked off one-by-one. Haru was consumed by the shadows protecting his loved one from them, and thus, Raxhu was born. It is still unknown if Haru has regained his human form, or if he is still a heartless somewhere in the world, but shortly after he fell, the heartless stopped coming on that world. They simply....left. Only ruins and scarred streets showed that they had been there in the first place.
Personality: Raxhu believes that everyone has emotions, even if they cannot tap into them. Always calm, even when in battle. Little can get under his skin, even pranks by someone such as axel or xigbar from the other organization XIII wouldn't get under his skin. He can come off at first as cold and uncaring, but once you get past that you'll realise hes...ok, so he's uncaring for the most part, but he's anything but cold. It's just that his voice is so dang creeepy...like a certain other silver-haired figure we all know and hate...(or love in certain fangirl's cases) When faced with a problem he watches, waits, and strikes when the moment is right.
Physical Description: Along with the standard organization coat and boots, minus the large collar like ring of fabric resting on his shoudlers, silver and black in color with a zipper running down the front. When his hood is down you can see that he has silver hair pulled back into a ponytail with three crimson bands, his bangs also being crimson in color and jutting out in three massive spikes. He has a round face, like a chipmonk almost(though he'll deny it on the spot) He also has crimson-grey eyes. His gloves are also fingerless for some reason.
Weapon: Raxhu has no known weapon.
Lesser Nobody: Samurai
Other Info: Whenever he talks, imagine sephiroth's voice and he'll sound about right.
Name: Xsukara (silent X, pronounced Soo-ka-ra. Other's name was Sakura)
Age Before Becoming Nobody: 21
Element: Each Org. Flowers/plants? she can control them.
Organization Title*: The Sadistic Flower
History: Sakura, xsukara's other, was actually very kind, caring, and....a bit of a girl-chaser. Scratch that, she was a girl chaser, plain and simple. Daughter to Kyro Technick(yeah, one of my old characters xD) and Jen Technick, she was actually considered 'normal' compared to the rest of her family. Her father was a kid, almost litterally, with an obsession with swords, while her mom was a fallen angel of sorts, and was more stubborn at times than a mule. That didn't even bring her little brother into the equation. The family knew of the heartless, and did a good job at protecting their island from them, along with their friends who also lived there, including sakura's girlfriend Habi. Unfortunatly however, all good things must come to an end. The island came under assault. Hundreds of various heartless appeared at it's shores, Ranging from miniscule shadows, to collosal Darksides. She fell in battle, and while she was strong enough to fight her way back from becoming a heartless and regaining her true body, her darker half, all the emotions she never showed, embraced the darkness and they gave her 'life' enough to form the body she has now. Nameless for the most part, she traveled worlds while her other continued to live at home, completely ignoratnt of her existance. After beign found by Zerix, she didn't even have to undergo any type of initiation, since she threatend to neuter him on the spot if he tried anything.
Personality: Sadistic. Twistedly so. Xsukara gets a kick out of just inflicting pain on others for no reason other than she likes it. She pretends to have emotions , and in truth, she may actually have some. But not like regular ones. Shes 'happiest' when she's torturing someone, and gets bummed when they either die/refuse to scream/fall unconcious/or get rescued. And when she's told to stop by her superiors, that really gets her. Her idea of a 'fun night' is watching movies where everyone dies, torturing innocents for no reason(or even nobodies) and also a few..other things. Mainly drinking, gambling and..flirting with the male...and female members of the organization.
Physical Description: Sh stands about five-foot even, and has long, flowing pink hair that reaches her shoulderblades, and matches her glowing pink eyes naturally. She also has black, tribal-ish tattoos on her cheeks, her face being quite beautiful actually, along with continuing down her neck and into her coat. While she dose wear the usual organization coat, she decided to 'customise' hers a bit, making the sleeves bigger, slightly longer(they reach about 2-3 inches past her fingertips) and made the hood baggier as to cover her face in more shadow when it's up. She also chooses to wear a pair of black, leather, stilletto boots rather than the usual organization boots. If you ever get a chance to see under her coat(not likely, unless she's trying to seduce you) you would see the tattoos that are visible on her cheeks and neck continue down her back along her spine, and around her waist to rest on her stomach, spiraling around her navel slightly. Also note she is rather busty, but not anywhere near Tifa level.
Weapon: Cherryblossom Scyths - Six, floating four foot tall scyths that each have cherryblossoms connecting the blade and handle, with spikes jutting from behind the cherryblossom, the bottom of the handle, and the top of the blade(the corner nearest the cherryblossom)
Dancer (they're PINK and white xD got you on that one.)
Succubi Feminine nobodies that stand about five feet all, and are human in appearance. Save the curled nobody-like horns protruding from their heads from under the pink masks they wear. They also appear to be wearing lipstick on their upper lip, even though their mouths are sewn shut. They wear a top designed to look like an inverted nobody symbol, pink of cource(the heart shape at the bottom is against their chests, while the spikes go down their body) While they appear to wear a dress of sorts which hides their feet. A pair of dull grey wings, the same color as thier skin, protrude from their back, looking like smaller versions of dragoon wings.
Other Info: Not someone you wanna meet in a dark alleyway. She cannot create dark portals for some odd reason that she cant explain.
May 15th, 2008, 03:50 PM
Name: Pelux (pay-lucks)
Age Before Becoming Nobody: 19
Organization Title*: “Absolute Zero”
History: Lupe, Pelux’s original form, was born and raised in an arctic world known only as Glacia. As you can probably imagine, it is hard to keep food on the table when you live in such a world, so Lupe was forced to begin working at the age of thirteen. Because of this, the boy was never really able to form any worthwhile bonds with anyone other than his family. However, all of this changed when he met a young girl in a similar situation as he; being forced to work to feed her family. The two hit it off immediately, and it wasn’t long before their relationship became more serious. At the age of 19, Lupe was sure this was the girl he was meant to marry and even planned to sculpt a wedding ring out of the rough glacier ice. Unfortunately, he never expected what was going to happen next. In one false swoop, his beloved one was attacked by a swarm of Heartless and lost her heart. After that, Lupe made even more of an effort to distance him from others. It was only a matter of time until he distanced himself from the world’s light and succumbed to the darkness. As his heartless body laid in the desolate, cold wasteland, a man who only addressed himself as Zerix appeared with an offer to get not only his, but the heart of his beloved back. From that day on, Lupe no longer existed, and the nobody called Pelux came into being.
Personality: Pelux doesn’t sense that he has become emotionless, as ever since his beloved died, his heart had basically frozen over. Similar to his past life, he chooses to be alone rather than in a crowd. He rarely makes any jokes and takes everything seriously. He doesn’t care much about getting his own heart back but feels as if it’s his duty to reclaim the heart of his deceased lover. But that’s all it is now: a duty. Not an act of love, compassion or regret; just a predestined duty.
Physical Description: Pelux stands at nearly 5 feet, 8 inches and is rather skinny. His slender frame allows him to move quickly, so he doesn’t mind not being muscular. A silky mane of snow-white hair flows down his head and stops at his shoulder blades. He keeps his hair this long to block the tattoo of the name of his loved one, which is on the back of his neck. His eyes are a pale gray color, matching the paleness of his skin. His skin feels cold at first touch but, as expected, heats up during battle. Due to this fact, Pelux tends to avoid long duration battles and if one does last too long, his power noticeably decreases.
Weapon: The Hail Storm. (http://zu.igg.com/upload/200708/20070806225343606.jpg)
The sword’s handle is made completely out of sapphire gems, which is obviously shown in its bluish tint. The blade itself is actually ice from the center of a glacier, hardened by being trapped for eons under the immense pressure. The symbol of nothingness is printed clearly on the face of the blade.
Lesser Nobody: Subzero – Taking a cue from Pelux, these nobodies decrease the temperature of the air around them, but only slightly. At first glance, these beings look like python sculptures made entirely of a glassy material. However, unlike simple sculptures, these snake-like creatures can slither around quite quickly. They span about four feet long and they fashion a pair of long, icicle-like fangs. Their weak spot, the symbol of nothingness is printed on their underbellies.
Other Info: An ominous breeze usually precedes his arrivals.
May 15th, 2008, 04:08 PM
Shadowfaith: Thanks for the support and Accepted!
SilverTail: Do not misjudge this RP; when I originally did this on SPPf, we had all of our Org. Members either SU'ed or Reserved in less than four days, and "Sora" posted soon after.
With that public service announcement out of the way, your SU's are DENIED. I forgot to mention it, but you CAN'T copy the original Org. XIII's Lesser Nobody's or Weapons (not EXACTLY, at any rate) For you, its the name that makes me deny you. Also, I spot NUMEROUS gramatical and other errors, including no Symbol on the second character's weapon, nor a weapon at all on your first one. I also allow only one character per person, so choose one SU, fix that one, and repost.
Gummy: All I can say is...wow....
Accepted, very nice indeed.
May 16th, 2008, 05:52 PM
yes, but you're also forgetting one major detail. This isn't SPPF. this is PC. and the RP forums here, are borderline dead. we rarely get that many signups, and often have to have people control multiple characters. As far as I can tell, YZ and that other one are the oldest active RPs on this part of the site.
also, please note that xsukara's weapon(s) DOSE have the organization logo, or a part of it atleast, on it. the spikes jutting from behind the cherryblossom, and at the end of the handle, are in the organization logo style. and I hope you do realise that neither xemnas' or zexion's weapons resembled the orgaization logo, especially so in the latter due to his LACK of a weapon. (his gravestone at the world that never was even has it's picture cracked so you cant see it)
now, my signup, AGAIN.
Name: Xsukara (silent X, pronounced Soo-ka-ra. Other's name was Sakura)
Age Before Becoming Nobody: 21
Element: Each Org. Flowers/plants? she can control them.
Organization Title*: The Sadistic Flower
History: Sakura, Xsukara's other, was actually very kind, caring, and....a bit of a girl-chaser. Scratch that, she was a girl chaser, plain and simple. Daughter to Kyro Technick(yeah, one of my old characters xD) and Jen Technick, she was actually considered 'normal' compared to the rest of her family. Her father was a kid, almost litterally, with an obsession with swords, while her mom was a fallen angel of sorts, and was more stubborn at times than a mule. That didn't even bring her little brother into the equation. The family knew of the heartless, and did a good job at protecting their island from them, along with their friends who also lived there, including Sakura's girlfriend Habi. Unfortunatly however, all good things must come to an end. The island came under assault. Hundreds of various heartless appeared at it's shores, ranging from miniscule Shadows, to collosal Darksides. She fell in battle, and while she was strong enough to fight her way back from becoming a heartless and regaining her true body, her darker half, all the emotions she never showed, embraced the darkness and they gave her 'life' enough to form the body she has now. Nameless for the most part, she traveled worlds while her other continued to live at home, completely ignoratnt of her existance. After beign found by Zerix, she didn't even have to undergo any type of initiation, since she threatend to neuter him on the spot if he tried anything 'funny.'
Personality: Sadistic. Twistedly so. Xsukara gets a kick out of just inflicting pain on others for no reason other than she likes it. She pretends to have emotions , and in truth, she may actually have some. But not like regular ones. Shes 'happiest' when she's torturing someone, and gets bummed when they either die/refuse to scream/fall unconcious/or get rescued. And when she's told to stop by her superiors, that really gets her. Her idea of a 'fun night' is watching movies where everyone dies, torturing innocents for no reason(or even other/lesser nobodies) and also a few..other things. Mainly drinking, gambling and..flirting with the male, and female members of the organization.
Physical Description: Sh stands about five-foot even, and has long, flowing pink hair that reaches her shoulderblades, and matches her glowing pink eyes naturally. She also has black, tribal-ish tattoos on her cheeks, her face being quite beautiful actually, while the tattoo continues down her neck and into her coat. While she dose wear the usual organization coat, she decided to 'customise' hers a bit, making the sleeves bigger around, slightly longer(they reach about 2-3 inches past her fingertips) and made the hood baggier as to cover her face in more shadow when it's up. It is also suspected she added pockets into the sleeves at some point in time. She also chooses to wear a pair of black, leather, stilletto boots with silver buckles, rather than the usual organization boots. If you ever get a chance to see under her coat(not likely, unless she's trying to seduce you) you would see the tattoos that are visible on her cheeks and neck continue down her back along her spine, and around her waist to rest on her stomach, spiraling around her navel slightly. Also note she is rather busty, but not anywhere near Tifa's level.
Weapon: Cherryblossom Scyths - Six, floating four foot tall scyths that each have cherryblossoms connecting the blade and handle, with spikes jutting from behind the cherryblossom, the bottom of the long handle, and the top of the blade(the corner nearest the cherryblossom), all in the usual nobody style. The cherryblossoms themselves are only pink twords the center, while the edges are a deep crimson, the rest being the usual nobody steel-grey color.
Succubi - Feminine nobodies that stand about five feet all, and are human in appearance. They wear pink masks and also appear to be wearing lipstick on their upper lip, even though their mouths are sewn shut. They wear a top designed to look like an inverted nobody symbol, pink of cource(the heart shape at the bottom is against their chests, while the spikes go down their body) While they appear to wear a dress of sorts which hides their feet. A pair of dull grey wings, the same color as thier skin, protrude from their back, looking like smaller versions of dragoon wings. A tail also hangs behind them, flat as paper apparently it is about four feet long and ends in three 'nothing spikes'.(the spikes take after the three at the top of the nobody symbol)
Other Info: Not someone you wanna meet in a dark alleyway. She cannot create dark portals for some odd reason that she cant explain.
May 16th, 2008, 07:41 PM
xD; Tell me if you need me to fix anything. This character was really emotionally hard for me to make, so some things may be lacking. ^^;
Name: Xalic (Zal-ick)
Organization Title*: The Toxicant
History: Troubled and traumatic are the first two words that come to mind when describing Xalic's history. Growing up in Twilight Town wasn't an exceptionally easy task, especially after taking the darker side of town into consideration. At the time, he was Cail, the son of an innkeeper. His father owned a small hotel in the busier side of town, often bustling with activity. Travelers and tourists alike would stumble in and out of the white doors, if only to sleep for a few hours. While Cail's father attended to the management of the building, his mother took charge of the cleaning and cooking, like most innkeeper's wives find themselves doing. The atmosphere made it difficult to attend to their son's needs, though it did drive Cail to seek out friends to fulfill his social needs. And did he ever find a friend. Next door to his father's inn was a weapons shop. The blacksmith there had a son around Cail's age, and the two quickly became best friends.
Of course, neither he nor Jake went to school. Both were homeschooled, and, thus, had more time to spend with one another. It got to the point where the two of them were rarely seen apart. Jake would invite Cail over to learn about weaponry, and they would head to the inn to sit and have peanut butter sandwiches. It was a friendship that managed to continue all throughout junior high. And that was when it happened. While most friendships have at least one misunderstanding in their duration, none have been as final as the one Cail and Jake's relationship suffered. And all over a silly little game. As it happened, Jake had left his PocketBoy in Cail's house. When he came over in a panic, Cail produced the PocketBoy. Of course, Jake blamed Cail, saying he stole it. In the midst of their fight, all the things they didn't like about each other surfaced, and Jake left in a huff, leaving Cail with a few final words. "I never want to see you again." He mumbled. "I wish you'd just disappear."
"I wish you'd just disappear."
The thing about places that suffer from constant visitors is that it happens to be very easy to lose your children in them. And while Cail was fifteen, most would still refer to him as a child. With little to no combat experience, he was easy prey. In a flash, he was gone, swept out the door. He would be held against his will and be forced to do things he had no interest in doing. This man who had kidnapped him also had others. Cail recognized some of them from the news, the subjects of many amber alerts that had been issued over his teenage years. They, too, had been taken from their families. And by the look of them, they had been here a long time. Cail soon learned he would have to suffer the same fate. Some days were better than most. The best days were those on which he was given a reprieve. The days on which he got to spend the majority of his hours in bed. He learned not to speak, as any words uttered often resulted in a severe beating. Instead, he would bite his lip whenever a surge of pain washed over him.
This was his fate for two long, painful years. When he was seventeen, he saw his opportunity. The cell in which he was kept hadn't been locked all the way. It took a bit of maneuvering, but Cail finally managed to pry open the door. In a flash, he had broken out of the house completely, and ran as best he could down the town streets. It was raining that day. His matted violet hair clung tightly to his cheeks as the water pelted his features. And then he tripped. The moment he found himself horizontal on the sidewalk very well could have been the first time he'd rested in two years. Of course, it wasn't the first time he'd cried. As tears spiraled down his chin, coalescing with the rainwater, he timidly raised his head, finding his lilac orbs fixated upon a cloaked figure. Cail had been torn apart, both physically and emotionally, and nothing but sadness remained nestled within his heart. This had clearly intrigued the man. On that day, in that alley, Cail became Xalic.
Personality: Not surprisingly, Xalic is more quiet and withdrawn than most his age. In fact, having rid himself of speech years prior, he rarely talks at all. He often avoids conversation unless it is an absolute must. Battle strategy is an obvious exception. He doesn't believe that he's lost his ability to feel, as whenever he recalls his past, he feels pain. It's not quite a physical pain, though not an emotional pain either. It is a feeling he is unable to put into words. Xalic's face is often devoid of any emotion (though, blood will inexplicably rise to his cheeks whenever he is embarrassed or excited, despite his flimsy attempts to appear aloof), though an unmistakeable touch of sadness can be seen tucked behind his detached expression. It's worth noting that there are rare occasions on which he cracks a timid smile.
Of course, due to his plaintive past, Xalic is a complete stranger to the emotion of love. He is incapable of getting close to anyone on a friend basis, and certainly won't let himself get intimately close with anyone. This is where his behavior gets unreadable. When flirted with, his cheeks ignite, often deluding others into thinking he's interested, when in fact, he is just uncomfortable.
Having said that, Xalic is truly a kid at heart, though one would never know it from his looks or behavior. While most people get the cold shoulder from the lilac-eyed teen, there is always one person that he looks up to. In fact, he almost needs to always have a role model. It isn't blatantly obvious that he's selected someone, but the person he looks up to at the time will receive a slightly warmer treatment from Xalic, and he will follow their orders without fail. He'll stick up for them, even if it's not through vocal means. More than likely, his reason for wanting an idol is that it gives him the feeling that someone will protect him...even if that isn't the case, it allows him some sense of comfort.
Physical Description: Pallid and svelte, Xalic is not your typical teenager. Standing at 5'5", he's shorter than roughly two thirds of the people he encounters. While this is a distinguishing characteristic in and of itself, Xalic also happens to be thin as a rail. His body lacks the musculature so many humans covet. He is not, however, to the point where he appears sickly. No, he just can't keep meat on his bones no matter what he devours, resulting in a lanky frame. His skin is a creamy white, contrasting drastically with the outfit he is always seen in. His lilac gaze has the power to bring even the hardest girl to her knees. In fact, that is perhaps his most prominent feature, as purple is a most unusual color, especially for eyes. It ceases to end there, however. The hair atop his head also happens to be a shade of purple, though far darker than the sweet lavender of his eyes. The shaggy locks are more of a violet hue. Hair hangs loosely down into his left eye. The rest reaches just barely below his chin. Overall, his hair is fashioned into a typical 'emo' style. Of course, he is always seen in the Organization XIII cloak.
Weapon: Xalic prefers to use deadly poisons against his enemies, contained in tiny, one inch tall bottles. The bottles are corked, so as not to let any poison escape. They line the inside of his Organization XIII coat for easy access. It's worth noting that all the poisons he uses are airborne, and he merely needs to uncork the bottle and release the toxins into the air. However, while he enjoys delivering a slow, painful death to his opponents, he does cart around a sword to defend himself with, should his Sleepers fall. The blade is long and thick, and while half of it is silver, the other half is red. The Symbol of Nothingness is imprinted directly in the center of the blade.
Lesser Nobody: Sleeper - The Sleepers, like their summoner, battle using the element of poison. The burly violet tigers reach right around knee level while standing on all fours, and their length is right around four feet. Their stripes are a deep ebony, like most tigers. Their dark pelt allows them to hide in the shadows, making them adept at sneak attacks. Instead of being physically powerful, Sleepers are agile and sneaky. After all, they don't necessarily need physical strength - their fangs release a slow-acting poison. The Symbol of Nothingness is directly on their faces, looking much like a tribal decoration of sorts.
Other Info: Xalic keeps a diary, in which he pours out all the "feelings" he is otherwise unable to. Of course, this is a personal journal.
This setting was wholly unlike anything Luke had been exposed to. A variety of non-human beings patrolled the room in which they were gathered, making forced conversation in order to appear sociable, though most seemed to be rather uncomfortable. This did not exclude Jordan, who had been fidgeting about earlier. Luke gave his brother a sideways glance and noticed that he was still pacing. The opening ceremony had begun, though the words of the headmaster reached neither of the Reynards' ears. Luke was too busy surveying his future classmates. Anthros appeared to be the dominant species, as halflings of a myriad of origins were present, be they fox, tiger, or bear. Weapons, both big and small, were mounted on the teens' backs or hips. In fact, the only common thread tying everyone in the room together was the animal each person was partnered with - each owned a dragon. It was truly a school unlike any other.
"Luke..." The small whisper drifted upwards, causing Luke to glance down at his younger brother. The boys could easily be mistaken for twins, despite the fact that the purple highlights that permeated Luke's ebony locks were not present in Jordan's hair, instead being traded in for rose-colored bangs. Both were equally attractive, though clearly in different ways. Now, Jordan looked up at Luke with only his eyes, keeping his chin down. He looked to be on the verge of tears. "I don't want to do this." Upon closer inspection, Luke noticed his brother was faintly shaking. He gave Jordan a sympathetic look, though no words passed his lips. Instead, he merely drew the younger boy into a tight hug, which Jordan promptly returned. The action elicited squeals from several nearby girls, apparently among the rare few turned on by twincest. Luke paid little to no attention to them.
"Hey. It's gonna be okay." Luke's grip on his brother loosened, and he held the boy at arm length, hands firmly on his shoulders. A smile graced his lips, causing Jordan to smile in return. "People like you, you'll make friends, no problem." Jordan nodded. It was true, people generally liked him a lot, unlike Luke, who they often steered clear from. However, he'd always had Luke to fall back on, and with the massive difference in their personalities, it was highly unlikely that they would find themselves in the same house. In one hand was a book, which he brought to his chest, hugging it nervously with both arms. Though no one here would guess it, this was Jordan's weapon, though it didn't function like conventional weapons. Instead of physically attacking opponents, Jordan merely cast spells, though they were scarcely used for more than healing.
"Jordan Reynard." The headmaster's voice boomed through the microphone.
"That's you...go on." Luke gave his brother's back a gentle shove. Jordan momentarily turned, giving Luke a nervous look before making his way up to where the headmaster and his wife stood. A small blush that matched the color of his bangs painted its way across his cheeks. Both offered him a comforting smile, causing the teen's blush to deepen. As he turned, the white dragon emerged. It reminded him vaguely of Nimbus, whose large size, even in her mini form, caused her to be left with the caretakers. The beast spiraled around his body. It looked him in the eyes, scanning his very soul. After what seemed like hours, the dragon landed and emitted a burst of flame. It was decided. Jordan would be a member of Coca. Timidly, he made his way down to the table, which had erupted in cheer. He was immediately assaulted by a group of males, who greeted him and ruffled his hair, causing the sixteen year old to grin sheepishly.
"He sure looks happy, doesn't he?" A being which had gone previously unnoticed hovered beside Luke's head, tiny wings fluttering furiously to keep the larger body afloat. At about two feet tall, the dragon weighed around thirty pounds, making him extremely cumbersome when he grew tired of flying. He was Luke's dragon, named Antimony, and he currently was in his mini form.
"Yeah...he does." Jordan's happiness brought a smile to Luke's face. "I think he'll be happy there. At least, I hope so." Luke turned to Antimony. "It makes me wonder where we'll be." He wouldn't have to wait long, by the look of things. As soon as the words passed his lips, he heard his name called out from up front.
"C'mon, Tubby, let's go." Luke turned, scooping Antimony into his arms. Only the dragon's head and arms rested above Luke's forearms, the rest of his body hung below, acting as dead weight. The boy lugged the dragon up to the front, where both the headmaster and his wife gave Luke a wide grin. Luke failed to return the gesture, and simply stood facing the tables. A navy colored dragon circled him before letting out a blast of flame, signaling Luke's entrance into Nidhogg. Momentarily, he turned to the Coca table, where he met Jordan's eyes. The boy gave him a melancholy smile that tugged at Luke's heart. Before he could scoop his brother into a hug, he walked cockily over to the Nidhogg table and took a seat. Among his housemates were what appeared to be a ram anthro, and a boy who was attempting to make conversation with said ram anthro. It went without saying that he missed Jordan already...
May 16th, 2008, 07:45 PM
The 'Other One'? If you're referring to my absolutely fabulous CARD GAMES rp, call it by its proper name, young warrior. >.<
And, yah, I'm signing up for keyblade master. SCREW ORGANIZATION XIII, I HAVE MAGICKS.
Name: Raiten (Note: I'm following Squeenix's tradition of naming their characters after forces of nature, so this name literally translates to "Thunder and Lightning" and comes from a mythical god)
History: "One day a key will come... a hero who traverses the heavens, and unlocks the gates to the stars... but he will never know his real name... he must be kept away from this world, the world of his birth... or he will die before he is three months old."
A cub, torn from roaring parents by a thieving baboon...
A ritual, opening a corridor to a new land, if only for a moment...
A sigh, as the child takes on a new form...
A journey that begins anew...
I have to wonder why all these things run through my head. It's weird. I can't concenctrate lately. Gramps wants me to help him with his telescope, and all I do is daydream. A rainstorm starts, and it takes me five minutes to realize that I'm not actually getting wet, that it's all my imagination... but I still keep dreaming. Cats... big cats, wandering endless plains... and I look down... I know that sometimes I feel unsteady on two legs, and that I eat weird things, but does that really have anything to do with it?
I want to know why I'm having these dreams. Or maybe they're not dreams. Maybe none of this is real... or is it?
If I think about this too long, I'm gonna get a headache.
My friends think I'm nuts. They're the corner gang, down at the village bar. In Cosmo Canyon, we try to keep all the establishments kid-friendly, so I don't have to worry about running into any shady people there. It's a great place. You'd probably like it. I mean, knowing you and all. Oh, I didn't tell you that I made friends here, did I? First there's Vince- he's kind of a mopey guy, walks around the village all day with his face hidden in a book. I met him when I moved here. He's kind of like a leader to the rest of us- normally, whenever there's something that needs to be done he'll take charge and do it. And when we have matches- he's a mean shot. I've never seen anyone do the things that he can do with a slingshot. Then there's Aria. She's ditzy, but cute. Not that I'm saying that I'm interested in her, of course. She's with Vince anyway. Guess opposites do attract, eh? I'm glad for them. Vince is so depressing that he needs someone who acts like they swallowed a bottle of happy pills around him so that he won't ruin the atmosphere every time he walks into the room. I'm probably the only one in the village who can stand either of them. Or, well, unless you count Sid. He's a little wacko too. Like me, I guess. He keeps playing around with scrap materials from the village. Says that he wants to fly someday, and keeps insisting that he'll build machines that will carry people through the air. Well, more power to him. And hey, as long as he doesn't lose his touch with that wooden sword of his in struggle matches, I don't really feel like arguing (ha, ha).
But enough about my friends and my weird dreams. You're probably wondering how we're doing, right? I remember you told me in your last letter that you and Dad and Mom were worried about me coming to help Grandpa set up his research station out here because I barely know him. Well, Gramps is amazing. Old and annoying, but amazing. And that observatory of his is amazing. We're still setting it up, but I think once we finish it, it's going to be... well, you'll be down here soon and you'll see it for yourself. Anyway, it looks like I'll be here through the summer. Doesn't bother me. Between the struggle matches I finally got going with my buddies and normal village life, there's never a dull moment here in the Canyon. And at night, the stars are beautiful.
Which reminds me. Last night, I thought I heard someone say "The Kings of the Past lie in the stars..." but there was no one there. I was on top of Grandpa's observatory, and it didn't sound like anyone I know. Or, at least, I don't think I know him...
Oh well. I guess you've finally got proof that your big brother is going insane, huh?
Give my love to Mom and Dad. And tell them that even if I never meet my real parents, I don't care. They're all I need. And you, of course.
P.S. Hey, little sis, don't forget to address your next letter to my actual house here in the village- I'm not actually living in the observatory, y'know.
(Yah, I know, odd way to write a history field, but I felt like doing something a little different, and Raiten's particular history- or the history of any keyblader- really should be told with a first-person perspective, IMO)
Personality: Raiten is really kind of an odd guy. He dreams, and sometimes, particularly recently, he can't figure out whether or not he's dreaming, or if this is reality. He finds it strange, but sometimes he'll experience a sensation of deja vu, but the memories won't be his. Foremost in his dreams are huge cats, cats with manes. He has no idea where these dreams come from, because cats like that don't exist. At least, in his world they don't. This both confuses him, and frightens him a little bit. Because of this, he constantly doubts his complete sanity. Nonetheless, a quick struggle is probably just the thing to cheer him up. His favored weapon is a wooden sword, which he built himself. His particular favorite use of this sword is as a sort of shield, and he defends himself with it more often than he attacks. He also exhibits some sort of feral instinct- his reflexes are much sharper than those of most other people In addtion his senses of both taste and smell are higher than the norm- though he's learned to avoid revealing these heightened senses to others if he can help it.
Raiten isn't particularly secretive, but he does feel that he can't share his worries about his sanity, or his concern about being different with just anybody. To this end he constantly writes home to his little sister. He's actually a bit worried on her account- since her last letter three months ago, there's been no news from home. This is extremely disconcerting since, among other things, Raiten is particularly protective of his family. Well, his adoptive family. His parents found him outside a church, and decided that it was a sign that they were to take him in and raise him. Because of this action towards him, Raiten is a firm believer that everyone has good in them, and that nobody can be entirely evil. While he does enjoy fighting a friendly struggle match, and has no qualms about smacking someone around if they're doing something bad, given the chance he'll try to convince his opponent to stop fighting and appeal to their better nature instead of attacking them outright. Of course, he hasn't been brought into many situations where he's had to make that sort of choice before.
Raiten's main character flaw- his 'tragic flaw' if you will- stems from his naivete. His belief that there is more good than evil in every person isn't true, and deep down he knows this and refuses to accept it. Someday, someone will take advantage of this, and they will probably hurt him deeply. But it hasn't happened yet. His strongest character trait is probably his desire to protect- not only himself, but everything around himself. He feels like he needs to act as a shield, a barrier from attack. His problem is that he isn't quite sure why.
Raiten does have one other oddity- he feels a strange rapport to the stars, as if they were alive.
Physical Description: A lithe, muscular sixteen-year old, Raiten's appearance is unique to say the least. His eyes, unlike the normal spectrum of brown to blue exhibited in most other people, are yellow-green. But the eyes are easy to overlook. What makes people stare at Raiten as he walks down the street is his hair. It resembles more of a mane than anything else- a shaggy, black mane, framing his face almost completely, with one or two blonde highlights in it- surprisingly, said highlights are completely natural. A small segment of his hair is strung with blue beads, according to a coming-of-age custom in Cosmo Canyon, a village deep in the heart of a large canyon famous for its view of the stars where he is currently helping his scientist grandfather set up an astrological observatory. Also according to village custom, two blue feathers are tucked behind one of his ears. Raiten's skin, which is slightly reddish in hue, allows him to blend in easily with the locals of Cosmo Canyon. In fact, since his clothing was purchased there, most people think he has lived in the Canyon all of his life, when in reality it's only been six months since his arrival. The Canyon's clothing seems to suit him- a jacket, made from deerskin, covers his torso, which is most of the time left bare otherwise. An odd habit, to be sure, but not so odd as some of his others. In addition, his black trousers are loose, but kept up around his waist by means of a belt which resembles a red ribbon more than anything else. Similar ribbons are tied around each of his wrists, each with a character representing "Courage" and "Daring", for left and right hands respectively, emblazoned on them. One final piece of attire round out this strange costume- a bell worn on a black choker, given to Raiten by his sister after he told her how much he likes cats.
Other: Raiten is fiercely independent, and uses money earned by doing part-time jobs to pay rent on a small "apartment" of sorts in the village. He also takes in a number of stray cats, who are allowed to stay and go as they like. He seems inordinately fond of them, for some reason.
RP Sample: (Taken From Armania: Revival, by Thesis)
What? Are you insinuating that your own weapons aren't good enough for you?" the Chief rose in his seat, breath like hot smoke pouring from his nostrils. Immediately Walter dove below his desk in order to avoid yet another of the Chief's wild swings with his ridiculously large spear. "You think we cops are made of money? Half of what we make goes into YOUR bounties, and most of the rest is used for repair and upkeep in this danged city! I CAN'T STAND IT WHEN IDIOTS LIKE YOU AREN'T GREATFUL FOR- AUGH!" The Chief had at some point during his speech leaped onto his office chair, which had just shot from under him and caused the muscular Garagna to fall flat on his face. With considerable effort the aged fighter pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his back and mumbling various complaints about rheumatism and what appeared to be some sort of tribal Garagna curse on old age. Calmer now that he had vented himself, he faced the group again. "No, we will NOT be giving you any weaponry. Even if we wanted to and had the necessary funds, most advanced weaponry is kept under wraps by those old fogies in the Council of Elders. It's the only thing I CAN'T get them to give us officers access to. And believe me, I've tried." The Chief shook his head and sighed wistfully.
Walter poked his head out from below the desk. "Sir," he ventured, "We do have those vibra-cutters in the basement..."
The Chief glared at Walter darkly before he realized his mistake. "Oops... I wasn't supposed to mention that we had possession of those, was I?"
The Chief hefted his spear ang began bearing down on Walter, who cowered beneath the mahogany desk that served as both a place for doing paperwork and a barricade. "I'm going to pull out your kidneys and shove them up your-"
WARNING! WARNING! RED ALERT! HOSTILE ATTACK ON MAIN ENTRANCE! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! REPEAT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! ALL OFFICERS TO THEIR STATIONS, PREPARE FOR IMMINENT FRONTAL ASSAULT!
The Chief shook his head and lowered his spear tip, which had been hovering uncomfortably close to Walter's nose. "Alright, you all," he ordered, gesturing to the assembled hunters. "You've got yourselves an interesting little challenge. Looks like somebody's dumb enough to try an attack on the main entrance. Normally I'd have the officers deal with it and put him in a nice, little padded cell, but in this case it's a perfect test of your strength. You want updated weapons? Fine. First one to apprehend that idiot gets to take the ones we've got in the basement out for a spin."
Walter moved to the back window. "For those of you who can handle a ten to fifteen meter leap straight down, this is the fastest way out," he explained helpfully as he opened it. "I'll lead the assault, if you don't mind." With that, he was out on the window's ledge. "I wonder what kind of chi these people have if they're attacking the front door..." he muttered, before crossing his hands and leaping.
The air whistled by Walter as he fell rapidly. Then, just before he hit the ground, he stopped, and bounced for a moment. He grinned as he concentrated momentarily, causing the wires attached to each of his fingertips, which had coiled themselves around a pair of streetlights during his descent, to vanish completely. As he fell the last few feet to the ground he dusted himself off and then calmly strode to the front of the building.
It was a single perp- but he wasn't a pushover, by the looks of him. Lithe, well-built muscles, and an ornate headband bearing a star-shaped symbol that Walter dimly recognized as a graduating present to students of a certain dojo spoke of a background in martial arts. The paralell cross scars on either cheek and on his shoulders, exposed due to the missing sleeves of his tattered red shirt, said that he had entered several fights. The hairstyle, which resembled nothing so much as a curly, black ball of lint, suggested that he perhaps laboured under the delusion that it was actually thirty years earlier than the current calendar date indicated, or that he simply didn't care about fashion. Perhaps, Walter mused, that was why he had become involved in so many fights. What interested him most about the man was the fact that each time he attempted to break through the main door of the Station- a futile effort, since the portal had been reinforced with galvanized steel years ago- blue sparks surrounded his hands and seemed to lance off into the sidewalk with each blow, which was probably one of the reasons that pedestrians had given him a wide berth. Walter decided to take the initiative. He walked up to the man's back and tapped it. "Excuse me, sir? If you have an appointment with the Chief, it's best to simply show your ID to the girl at the front desk and walk in the usual way, as opposed to setting off the alarm."
The man whirled angrily, though he relaxed a bit after taking in Walter's appearance. "Oh. Who are you, the Chief's secretary? Lay off for a minute, I'm busy here." With that, he returned to pummeling the doorway, only to turn as Walter tapped his shoulder again. "WHAT'S WITH YOU?"
The man stared a moment. Where Walter had been moments before, the street was completely empty.
The man's hand leapt to his cheek as he felt a stinging sensation, and came away bloody. Somehow, one of his scars had been ripped open. "What?" he growled.
Walter stood several feet away from his quarry, one arm extended in front of him, with several shining wires attached to his hand, one of which was now dyed red with blood which quickly trickled to the street below. The Hunter tutted. "Dear me. I rip open an old wound and all you do is get annoyed? Most people launch some sort of counterattack by now. I must be losing my touch," he announced, in a very bored, matter-of-fact tone."
The man growled. "You want counterattacks, eh? Take some... of THIS!" With that, a blue glow seemed to radiate from him as sparks shot from his fingertips and began to travel the length of his body. A sadistic grin crossed his face as he lifted one hand and snapped his fingers.
Walter leapt to the side, narrowly evading a bolt of blue lightning which caused the lamp-post directly behind him to explode in a fountain of sparks. "I see... a destruction user who translates their chi into electric current. Interesting," Walter mused. "I suppose that attacking you while that current is being generated is just asking to be electrocuted, hmm?"
The man grinned, but said nothing as he charged for another assault.
"Nonetheless..." Walter continued, "Your attacks are no good if they don't contact me."
The man smirked. "Then I'll make sure this one won't miss."
"Whatever," Walter replied in a bored tone.
Fully charged, the strange attacker prepared to snap his fingers and launch another bolt- and stopped. He looked up, and barely managed to evade a falling sculpture, which smashed into the ground directly in front of him. He stared at the shattered gargoyle, and looked up to see the walls of the Police Station, and the neatly-sliced base of the statue, then back at the wires of his opponent.
Walter stared in surprise. "You dodged that? Well," he grinned as he lifted his hand, displaying the wires on it proudly, "This may be fun after all."
May 18th, 2008, 11:17 AM
Mines might not be good, but I'll try it. Can others be Keyblade wielders? If not, I'll change the weapon.
History:Born in Radiant Garden, Taichi was living good until he turned 13. Heartless controlled by a Nobody invaded his town, killed his parents, and half the town. A keyblade came to Taichi's aide, he was able to weild the blade pretty decently. He saved half the town that day. The Nobody has cease to come back to Radiant Garden. Although a few heartless here and there. Taichi was Radiant Garden's guardian for about ten years. Then one day, The Nobody came back, but he wasn't alone. He had few others with him, strong beyond belief. The nobody also had a creature called the Knightmare, which soon became the destruction of Radiant Garden in his timeline. Taichi managed to escape the battle, but has scars on his face. Hidden within the depths of Radiant Garden, Taichi's friend, Kai had built a time machine so that he can go back 5 years into the future and stop the menace before it starts.
Personality: Taichi's mainly an objective concerned person, but is rarely easy going at times. Taichi will do what is necessary to save the past, usually no matter what the cost. He is a person who is troubled by the darkness that his time period holds. Don't let the face fool you, he isn't actually cheery and gleeful. Taichi is depressed most of the time. He tried to hide it when he smiles, but a quick glimpse into Taichi's eyes and you'll know that his grin is false.
Physical Description: Taichi's 6'4 and weighs about 190 pounds. He's pretty potent for a person who's pretty thin. Taichi has creamy white skin and has blonde wavy hair as bright that you could say the sun was on his head. His bangs reach down to the middle of his forehead. His gloomy colbalt eyes are deep with a story that's beyond years. Like his eyes symbol no physical emotion. He usually has a frown on his face and is never found smiling. His nose is average for somebody his age. On both his left and right sides of his face, he has 2 and 4 scars respectively. Out of everything that he's worn throughout his teenage years, he's stuck with a cotton blood damp red sweater with a black hood and black baggy pants that he's seems comfortable in currently due to getting used to it. He wears a black and a white glove on his left and right hand respectively. He prefers to fight with his right hand than his left, he feels shivers when he punches somebody with his left hand.
Other Info: He talks to his weapon, as if it was his only friend currently. The battles they've been through together gives him this 'connection'.
Yeah, it's kind of mediocre, but I hope it's okay.
May 20th, 2008, 06:40 PM
SilverTail: Please try C/Ping your SU into Word; I just did and a lot of red showed up where it shouldn't be. For instance, Cherry Blossom is TWO words.
Also, Google "Zexion's Weapon"; he weilds a lexicon in battle, as seen in KH2FM+ and Reverse/Rebirth Mode of KH:ReCOM. And I can assure you that the Symbol is on his weapon.
EVERYONE ELSE WHO SIGNED UP: ACCEPTED!
May 20th, 2008, 08:37 PM
I want to join!
Name: The 9th Prince of Solaris Kingdom Shine Secilios Serenox III
History: Shine was born on the world Solaris Kingdom's capital, the great city of Celeran, where his father was the King.He was raised in the highest castle in the city, and beacuse he was the kings's only son, he lived most of his life in the castle, making contact with the outer world very difficult and when he was allowed to go out, he was followed by a group of bodyguards that attended his every need.Eventually getting bored of the high society life, he secretly taught himself sword fighting techniques he learnt from an ancient scroll in the castle.Using his new found talents and skills, he escaped the castle, and sought to fight the tyranny of the empire and the crime in the city.Donning a crimson cloak and a black top hat, he became a shadow lurking crime fighter, calling himself the Crimson Rose, by his side a hand crafted blade with a rose shepd handle, the Spirit Rose.Now, when a mysterious force known as the Heartless raid the empire and he is unable to stop them, a new quest for him unravels as he soughts to avenge his kingdom and defeat the Heartless, while a sacred powers watches over, waiting for the right moment to come for his aid.
Physical Description: Shine stands rather small for his age at 5"2, weighing 125 pounds.In his pale cream shaded face are two perfectly put sky blue eyes, both which have a sublime dull glow in them, covering them are soft stripes of white hair that hangs a his averagely long neck, where many royal medallions and necklaces hang.His very muscular body is covered by a long sleeved navy blue full body royal suit decorated with golden stripes and buttons, which has a white cape flowing on the wind in his back.His tired and enlarged hands from sword handleing are covered with black gloves that reach his elbows, likewise, his feet are shielded by equally black boots that go up to his knees.On his hips is a a small golden belt in which he keeps his sword hanging until he needs to use it.He can be seen carrying a green bag which contains his Crimson Rose attire most of the time.
Personality: Beacuse he was raised overprotected and bored in the castle, he has become very lazy and cocky.He can also be be quite shallow and superficial, always talking about himself and his accomplishments, fueling his pride and ego.He does not usually enjoy the company of others, especially those who don't praise and worship him.His life in the castle has also made him very quiet and withdrawn, chosing the his own company over the one of others.Being very self centered and superficial, he is always watching over his appearance and and is not afraid of changing his clothes to those that are "in" on the places he travels to.However, he can leave all of these feelings and attitudes when he is about to fight and defend other people.
Other Info: As the Crimson rose, he leaves a dark red rose everywhere he attacks.
I hope this gets me in.
May 22nd, 2008, 10:00 PM
History: Itsuki lived among the streets of Twilight Town, working odd jobs to pay for food. He was quite lonely and always did things on his own, though often recieving blame, instead of the real culprits. He watches the town from the top of sunset hill, watching the people go about their jobs. He sometimes goes down to the sandpit and watches the kids struggle.
Once he was walking home, and he saw a silver-jacket thing dart around a corner, he rushed to get a closer look, but by the time he got there it was gone.
Personality: Itsuki does his best to put up a cold, withdrawn front, but there’s a sympathetic and kind hearted person inside somewhere. When he chooses a path, he sticks to it. Even when its too difficult for him, he continues on, which would make him stubborn. Life alone has made him very shy, so he doesn't interact as much to people. He sits in a strange manner, by squatting on a chair or ground. He believes it increases his reasoning power.
Physical Description: He has black spiky hair, with a white patch on the left. He's about 5' 5" and has redish brown eyes. He wears a black collared long-sleeve shirt, which its left sleeve is white. He wears pants similar to Roxas' exept his are black and grey. His shoes are black with red straps growing diagonaly across, they are also similiar to Sora's shoe size. He wears a fingerless glove on his left hand, and glove on his right. both black.
Other Info: He enjoys eating sweets, as well as sea salt ice-cream. he tends to apologize even if he hasn't done anything wrong.
June 5th, 2008, 06:36 PM
History: Sora is from Destiny Island. Sora's friends are Kairi and Riku. Sora's team members are Riku, Kairi, Donald, Goofy, and Kind Mickey. They are traveling with Sora. Sora , is the primary protagonist of the Kingdom Hearts series. Sora's weapon is the Keyblade. Though not the original wielder of the Keyblade, Sora was chosen over Riku because Sora chose light, while Riku opened himself to darkness. Sora with the help of his friends has defeated the darkness countless times. Now that Organization XIII was being recreated, Sora and his friends must fight again.
*Other History about Sora*
At the beginning of the series, Sora is 14 years old and lives on Destiny Islands along with his two friends, Riku and Kairi. When their world is attacked by a group of corrupted hearts known as the Heartless, the three are separated. During the invasion, he obtains the Keyblade. Soon after, Sora meets Donald Duck and Goofy, who join him on his search for his friends. To blend in with the inhabitants of the various worlds they visit, the group's appearances are altered by either Donald's magic or, in Kingdom Hearts II, by Sora's magical clothes. Some examples include a dolphin-like merman and a brown lion cub. Sora later meets Riku on several occasions, but the two clash over saving Kairi. Riku is later possessed by Ansem, Xehanort's Heartless. After fighting him, Sora sacrifices himself to restore Kairi's heart to her body, and becomes a Heartless and giving birth to his Nobody, Roxas. Soon after, he is brought back by Kairi. Sora, Donald, and Goofy then fight and defeat Ansem, and with the help of Riku and King Mickey on the other side, they seal the door to Kingdom Hearts.
Sora, Donald, and Goofy then resolve to find Riku and the King. While traveling they find a fortress known as Castle Oblivion. Upon entering, they begin to lose their memories and Sora's memories begin to be manipulated by the Organization that is controlling the castle. The Organization use Naminé to make Sora forget Kairi and replace his memories of Kairi with herself. Sora discovers the truth behind the events that have taken place and after defeating the Organization members, he meets with Naminé. She puts Sora, Donald, and Goofy to sleep for one year to restore his memories to their state prior to entering Castle Oblivion. The three awake a year later in Twilight Town and learn about the Nobodies and Organization XIII. Sora also obtains a new ability, "Drive Form", from the fairies Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather, which allows him to transform into more powerful forms and access to new abilities. Sora and the others begin their quest to confront Organization XIII and solve the mystery to why Sora is constantly being referred to as "Roxas". They eventually find King Mickey and Riku (rescue Kairi) who assist in fighting the organization's leader, Xemnas. Sora and Riku are separated from the others to fight Xemnas one last time. After defeating him they find their way back to Destiny Islands, where they are reunited with Kairi, Donald, Goofy and Mickey.
Personality: Sora is Heroic, Courageous, Pure of Heart, Mature, and Persistent.
Physical Description: Sora has an unusual but custom made outfit created by the fairies powers. He has a mixed hair color between Brown and Blond. Sora's hair is spiky. Sora has light-blue eyes. HE wears gloves the same color as his outfit which is blue, black, yellow and red. Sora wears a silver necklace with a Crown.
Other Info: Sora and Kairi are basically lovers. Next to his bestfriend Riku, Kairi is the closest person to him.
June 14th, 2008, 10:12 PM
Wow. I *so* want in.
Name: Moo (last name unkown*
History: Moo grew up on a small island off the coast of Destiny Islands and was brought up by his grandparents. They told him his parents had died in a fire when he was little, and they moved him from Traverse Town to the small island of Konawaii. He lived happily with his grandparents until that one night.
That night, his grandparents put him to bed like every other night and they each gave him a kiss on the forehead. He soon fell asleep. Hours later, or what seemed like it, he woke up, hearing noises from the living area of their small shack. He crept into the living area to find black creatures in his house, and his grandparents dead on the floor, their throats slashed. Holding back a cry of pain and disbelief, Moo ran soflty back into his bedroom and crawled out of the window. Landing on the beach, he realised there were more little black... things. He began to run, but not for long, as the black things crowded him. And just as he gave up hope... a light.
Now, Moo is a distrusting person, unsure of anything and anyone. All he wants is revenge. And revenge is a dish, best served cold.
Personality: Moo is very honest, and fun, yet quiet. He is very distrusting and unsure of people, and things. He is mentally and physically strong.
Physical Description: Moo has blue, spikey hair, similar to that of Riku's. He wears a tight, white sleaveless shirt that shows off his muscular, slender body, but over that wears a navy blue shortsleaved zip up jumper. He wears grey-white 3/4 length pants, and has bandages wrapped around his ankles. He wears black slip on shoes. Moo is around 6"1 in height, and 59kg in weight.
Other Info: When (if) Moo gets a keyblade, the handle is balck and white, very much like a cow's hide, and the keychain is a small cartoon cow head.
An early teen wandered the streets of Traverse Town alone, and confused. The rain hit him hard. His wet, blue hair covered his eyes, and so his vision is slightly blurred; but he didn't care. So many ghosts come alive in this town. Old, bad memories that should have been locked away years ago are set free. The boy didn't even know why he was back.
He had a good life, or so he thought. Up until the recent events. His home being burnt down, the murder of his grandparents, and then the white light... and now this. Why did he deserve this? What did he do to deserve this?
"Hey pal, get out of the way!" A man with a thick, bushy mustache and an Itallian accent shouted at the boy, who kept his head down, kept walking. He didn't know where he was walking to, but he knew he was walking. He stopped just outside a supermarket. He noticed the person behind the counter had their back turned, so he reached into the door and grabbed a handful of sweets, and began running.
"Hey! Hey!! Stop that boy! Police! Help!!" The guards make chase, pushing the boy to his limits. He hops a fence, and realising it's a dead end, goes to hop back over. The guards, however, are on the other side. One of the big guards breaks the fence down, and they grab the scared, confused boy.
"Why did you do that, PUNK? Huh??" The big guard asks, the boy squirms and lets out of confused cry.
"What's your name, you little thief? Huh? Huh?!" The boy looked down at the ground; and suddenly grinned.
"My name?" He kicked the guard in the stomach, who instinctively doubled over. He then performed a backflip kick to the guards face, causing the other guards to swarm. He dispatched each with a Karate technique, before getting into a stance and dusting himself off. "Is Moo."
He walked off into the night, his crime going unaware. Yep, another day in the life of a troubled, alone, unwanted teen...
June 15th, 2008, 02:02 PM
Heya everybody! I absolutely love KH so I'm gonna try my best to get into this =).
Age Before Becoming a Nobody: 22
Organization Title*: The Deceitful Shock
History:Xirux was born on a world not much known about. He was very quiet, but when around friends, he would instantly change. His mood around his friends made him feel like he wasn't himself, so one day, he just decided to act like he normally acted, and his friends soon left him. He became a very lonely kid and was found reading most of the day. When the heartless found his world, he really didn't care whether they did anything to him or not. After he lost his friends, it was almost like he didnt want to even be alive. So he let the heartless engulf him, thinking he would die, but instead he found himself outside a large castle...
Personality: Xiruk is very tricky and deceitful (as said in his title). He is usually quiet, except when somebody tries to call him out or fight him, he will instantly feel offended and adapt to the situation. He easily can make you think he's telling the truth when he really isn't. Right when you expect your doing one thing with him, your doing something totally different. His appearance makes him look weak even though he's a tough and persistant fighter.
Physical Description: Xiruk has long green hair that goes down to his shoulders but also goes in front of his left eye. He is very skinny and short. If you didn't know any better, you would of thought he was a 16 year old. He wears a bracelet that one of his friends gave to him when he was a regular person and if anybody ever took it away from him, he would go full blast on them.
Weapon: Xiruk's weapon is like a whip, except with three ends on it. On the end of each rope is a tiny blade it the shape of a lightning bolt. The handle of the whip is three clouds with the Nothingness symbol on the one closest to his hand. He swings the whip around in a circular shape so that the tiny blades will cut his enemy, and when he squeezes the cloud handle, a lightning bolt will come out of the blade.
Description: Cloaks can cover any object, scan it, and then transform into a weaker, less powerful clone. When defeated, cloaks will turn into a regular quilt/blanket like item.
Color Scheme: Chartruese, Gray, White
Other Info: Nothing really.