Kingdom Hearts: The Keyblade War

[Zone]

The RP has started. No more sign ups will be accepted.

An RP that takes place a very long time before the Kingdom Hearts series started.

Long version of the story (scroll down for short version):

Eons before Sora ever first obtained his Keyblade, all of the worlds were combined into four giant worlds: the world of present, the world of light, the world of darkness and the world in-between. They were seperate, but it was possible to get from one another with the right technology or by other, more supernatural, means, though neither of these were used or even heard of. At least not by one man.

This man was known as Kemris. He was a scientist who kept his work very discreet, as was considered crazy by most people. He lived in the present world in an island community, only a few miles away from the Destiny Islands. He found the heart a very interesting object, so decided to study it. He studied the hearts of animals he found around his house, and experimented on them.

He eventually found a way to make a weapon that could easily modify hearts in several ways. He constructed a small prototype, which was shaped similarly to a basic key. He used it to unlock the heart of one of his subjects, so he dubbed his creation the "keyblade." Upon opening hearts, he found darkness and light. Some had more light than darkness, and others had more darkness than light, but neither light nor darkness was ever lacking in a heart. He then tried to make something that could absorb light and darkness.

Eventually, he found out that he himself could absorb the light and darkness into his own heart, using his keyblade as a bridge. He experimented by absorbing different amounts of each into his own heart to see what happened. He realized that with excessive amounts of each, he could use strange powers. One of these powers was teleportation via portals. He used these to teleport all over the place, and eventually ended up on the other worlds.

He noticed that the other worlds seemed to have different amounts of light and darkness in the atmosphere. In his world, the present world, he couldn't feel light or dark unless he had opened a heart. In the other worlds, however, this wasn't what was happening. One of them was full of darkness, another full of light and the fourth one an even combination of the two. He returned to his own world and traveled it, and eventually found something strange: a heart.

He found that his world had its own heart, so he decided that the others also had them. He found all of the hearts of the worlds, and decided to open them. He created three more keyblades, one for each world's heart. He decided to open his own world's heart first. When he did, the heart's power was absorbed into the keyblade, and it disappeared, and the world started shaking. He decided to open the other world's hearts before looking into this. The exact same thing happened with all the other worlds, only that light was absorbed into the keyblade from the heart in the light world, darkness in the dark world and both in the other world.

When he returned to his world, the world started shaking much more violently. The world suddenly broke into many pieces. He went to the other worlds, and noticed that they were doing the same. He had realized he had destroyed the worlds, so he decided to find out how to reconnect them. He found that he could no longer travel between them, so he made a new keyblade, which he used to absorb as much darkness as possible into his heart to somehow connect the worlds. He only partially succeeded: the worlds were connected, but still seperate. He also destroyed himself in the process.

Meanwhile, the four keyblades that absorbed the worlds' hearts had arrived at the nexus between all of the worlds. It was a world full of desolate, rocky terrain. The keyblades had been given free will, and were able to move on their own. They found the fifth keyblade, that had been used to bring darkness to Kemris' heart. It was empty of all darkness and light, like the keyblade that absorbed the present world's heart, so the keyblades used it as a shell to create more keyblades. They created hundreds of empty keyblades and left them on that world, then went off to spectate what happened to them from above. The only keyblade that wasn't empty was the last one made by Kemris, which they put light and darkness into to symbolize its signifigance.

The people on the worlds started to unknowingly use darkness and light, and found themselves using them for means of transportation. A group of people from all different worlds found themselves on the meeting place of the keyblades, where all the keyblades had been left behind by the original four. They found them and wielded them. The wielder's balance of light or dark was reflected in their keyblades. These people realized what the keyblades could do, and all had different intentions as to what they would do with them. The wielders of darkness decided to absorb the hearts of others to make themselves stronger, while the wielders of light disagreed with this and had to stop them. Only a small few of them were able to balance themselves between light and darkness, and one of them had Kemris' last keyblade. These people called themselves the Chasers. They used personal objects as keychains to change their appearances.

However, a strange threat was erupting: it seemed strange, black creatures, and an equal number of white creatures, were appearing all over the place. They seemed to have derived from Kemris' experiments, and someone seemed to have found his experiments and was creating Heartless, probably with a newly made keyblade. The Chasers had to find the source of them and destroy it before it was too late.

Short version:

There are four worlds: one of present, one of light, one of darkness and one in-between. In the world of present, a scientist named Kemris experiments on the heart, and creates the first keyblade, which he uses to modify hearts. He uses it to absorb light and darkness from hearts, and uses this to teleport himself. He teleports to the other three worlds, and is interested in them. He finds the hearts of the worlds, and opens them with newly created keyblades, one for each world, the original being for his own world.

The worlds seperate into lots of small worlds as a result of this, and there is no way to travel between them. Kemris gets his heart full of darkness with a new keyblade and uses darkness to connect the worlds, though they are still seperate. The original four keyblades have free will as a result of absorbing hearts of worlds, and create lots of new keyblades with the fifth made keyblade as a model. They leave them on a world between all of the other worlds, and fill the fifth one with both light and darkness while all the others remain empty. The four original keyblades then go off to see what will happen to them.

People begin using light and darkness, and some of them find their way to way to where all the new keyblades are. They wield them, and their light, darkness or both fill the keyblades they wield. The darkness wielders went off to absorb hearts, and the light wielders went off to stop them. Those who had a balance of light and darkness remained neutral. One of them had the fifth keyblade. They called themselves the Chasers. Meanwhile, black creatures and white creatures are being created by someone who found out about Kemris' experiments, so the Chasers have to find them and stop them.

In conclusion: You are the Chasers, and light and darkness wielders are warring against eachother while fighting the black creatures and the white creatures, and trying to find their source. Wielders of a balance of dark & light decide who to side with for themselves.

-End of story section-

We will be the Chasers. Only 1, 2 or 3 people, depending on how many people end up wanting to be in this RP, can be wielders of a balance of darkness & light, aside from me. I will play the one with the fifth keyblade. Try to even out the number of dark & light people. Fill out this form to join:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (Be original, don't just take an already existing character and make it your appearance)
Personality:
Status: (Dark, light or both)
Keyblades: (Single or dual wielding, and appearance of it/them)
Magic: (Three of the following: Fire, Blizzard, Thunder, Reflect, Magnet, Gravity, Aero, Cure. They will get stronger as the RP goes on)
Focus: (Weapons or Magic)
Other:

Here's mine:

Name: Dojrin
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Tall with long, very dark brown hair that is in a ponytail. It's hard to tell whether he has black or brown hair. His eyes are a dark shade of brown as well. He has naturally tan skin. Wears a large, long-sleeved shirt colored completely white and pants that are moderately baggy and are colored a light shade of gray. His shoes are black and comfortable-looking with very short shoelaces.
Personality: Prefers to be alone. Is very quiet at all times unless he is interested in a subject that is struck in a conversation. He has a very deep voice, making it hard for some people to understand what he says. It seems something might change this, but nobody, not even Dojrin himself, knows.
Status: Both
Keyblades: Single: Has a single long keyblade with three prongs of the same length. The hand is circular and the prongs & main rod are circular prisms with smooth, rounded tips. It is colored black, white and grey in random patterns, like a marble. It seems to be made out of a very strong material, yet still moderately lightweight. It is called Distant Verizons by him.
Magic: Reflect, Cure and Aero
Focus: Weapons

 

[parallelzero]

Name: David
Gender: Male
Age: 16

Appearance: Standing at a height of 6', David hair dark red hair and blue eyes. He almost always wears a white cloak which covers all of his thin body except his face, hands, and feet. However, underneath he wears a pair of navy blue jeans and a black t-shirt. A design is embedded into the front of the shirt which appears to be an "S" in a jagged manner. David also has a scar on his back, shaped very similarly to this symbol, that brings him intense pain on occassion, sometimes driving him mad. For footwear, he wears a pair of black running shoes, and he has a thin, gold chain necklace around his neck at almost all times.

Personality: David is generally a very easy-going person with a strong sense of justice. He enjoys telling jokes, and is very fun loving, yet extremely clumsy most of the time. However, he is a completely different person while during battle. Always focused, serious, and crafty, he is an opponent to watch. He, however, is searching for a particular opponent. One he needs to return a "favor" to.

Status: Light

Keyblade: David named his Keyblade Silon. It is a single Keyblade that is made with a rare type of white metal, and the blade is embedded with what appear to be rubys and sapphires. The hilt itself is made of a white leather, but is somewhat bloodstained from David gripping it too hard and creating wounds on his hands. The promgs on the sword are not very long, but are incredibly sharp with the ability to pierce most objects.

Magic: Fire, Cure, Reflect
Focus: Weapons

 

[Dark Night]

Hey,can I join?
Name:Kieal
Age:16
Gender:Female
Apperance:Not real tall but not real short(average).Has red black hair.Wears black pants with a cut off lime green top.Wears a fire shaped neckalace.Wears a long black and white coat.Has green and white shoes.Blue eyes.
Personality:Kinda bossy.Has a selected few of freinds.Only likes people who can withstand a blow.Strong,loves to fight and a great fighter.
Status: Dark
Keyblade:She has two,one is black and red with a fire shape at the end,has a dark red ruby in the hilt..The other is black and white,with a bat wing for the handle and a dark blue saphire at the end.
Magic:Fire,wind,cure.
Focus:fighting

 

[Burninating_Torchic]

Speculating the story of KH3 based on the secret ending of KH2, hmm? =P
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Name: Jirae
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: He's 6'0" and weighs 130 lbs. He wears black shorts and a black T-shirt, both have firey design patterns on them. He wears black moccasin-type shoes. He has hair fasioned into individual spikes that are red, orange, and yellow, and has brown eyes.
Personality: Jirae makes very bold and rash decisions, often without thinking them through. He is strong and valiant, always fighting for what he thinks is right, regardless of whether it really is right or not. He tends to get in fights a lot just for the sake of fighting, as he loves the thrill of it.
Status: Dark
Keyblades: Jirae has a keyblade who's base is made of black diamonds and other precious stones. The handle is made of rubies, topaz, amber, and other stones that give it a redish orangish yellowish look of fire. Two extensions of the same color rock come from the top of the handle, one on either side, and go up and wind around the keyblade like the snake on the redcross symbol (best example I could think of...>_<). They end and meld into the base of the keyblade right before the key-tip-thingy.
Magic: Fire, Thunder, Cure
Focus: Weapons

 

[Shadowfaith]

Name: Kali
Gender: Female

Age: Seventeen

Appearance: Kali has midnight black hair which falls to her lower back, stopping just above the belt of her trousers. Emerald green eyes act as one of a Hawk's, sharp and precise when targeting an enemy. Her skin is deathly pale, lying in contrast with her dark features and her form is lithe, yet well toned; perfect for one such as herself. Her attire consists of a short sleeved, black crop top, which comes to a stop just above her navel. A pair of black leather trousers, which cling tightly to her legs and are tucked into heavy, black boots complete with silver clasps. Accessories consist of a rack of bracelets which line both her lower arms, a silver pendant which is hidden from view by a black bandana around her frail neck. Multiple belts wrap snugly around her waste thighs and play host to a small pouch and sheathes for her twin blades. Another belt wraps around her left, upper leg where a knife sits tucked within its folds. Tattoos are said to cover the whole of her body in a sort of tribal marking but her lithe body is covered wholly with a leather trench coat.

Personality: Sly and cunning. Kali is the brains of the outfit. She may not be much in the strength department, but her agility and quick mind is what makes her worthy of her leader role. She's sarcastic and quick witted, which makes her capable of winning in debates and arguments, but when it comes to battles; her snaky nature does tend to make her the target of many attacks.

Status: Dark

Keyblades: Shadowfaith and Bloodfire. Shadowfaith is a keyblade made of some sort of rare black metal. The hilt is basically covered in black leather belts to create a strong hold and the keyblades tip consists of three sharp spikes that curve to create a hook. Bloodfire on the other hand is made of some sort of orange-red ore found in volcanoes. Its hilt is smooth to the touch as is untouched by any fabric unlike shadowfaith. The tip is curved exactly like that of Shadowfaith making them the perfect pair.

Magic: Fire, Gravity and Aero

Focus: Weapons

 

[Zone]

Speculating the story of KH3 based on the secret ending of KH2, hmm? =P

Why else would a Kingdom Hearts RP be made? >_>

I just realized that I shouldn't have made this RP so soon, seeing as I'll be gone and have no access to a computer for four days next week (Tuesday-Friday), so people can still sign up but we'll start on the 29th or 30th.

We currently have 1 light person and 3 dark people, so people who plan on signing up: try to balance it.

 

[Dactylus]

EDIT: I just read this plethora of bad diction and terribly written fragments that compose my sign up over and realized that my guy might come off as angsty. If you think he's angsty, so help me I will slip a dagger into your pancreas as I force feed you rat poison while coyotes tear chunks of flesh from your shoulders. He's not angsty. That's the point of this...thing. Here. Yes.
See OTHER to understand what is so wrong with Giarr. ER, hoping to join, sorry if this is bad, I haven't really written in two weeks.

Name: Giarr

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Appearance: In a time long past, Giarr was unmarked, his skin smooth and natural as it should be. A time long past. Nothing hindered his ability; nothing encumbered his skill or appearance. A time long past. Until the day when whatever gods there might be of fate deviated from his fortune, wringing their hands in devilish bliss as pain and anguish racked the poor lad's soul and body. A time long past. Now, to hide the hideous scars that infest his infected flesh, the warrior must cower behind a façade of lies and guises, shamed and disgusted with himself. Although his full height is 6'1, Giarr normally stands at 5'10 with his head cocked slightly to one side, one shoulder raised almost comically. It is not humorous to him, though, for his spine was disfigured slightly through years of torment, raising that same shoulder freakishly. It does not pain him to correct it and appear normal but, like how our arms are at our sides casually, it is hunched casually. A mask, level and without true distinguishing features, shields his entire face; two slanted gaps revealing his vibrantly green eyes. The only other feature on the article is a line that runs down the middle vertically, dividing its color scheme: the left side white, and the right black.

Gray hair, cut in no particular fashion and neither truly long nor short, sits upon his scalp, a few sparse bangs falling limply onto his disguise. His shirt, like any hope of his recovery, is black. A high collar is tugged to his chin, covering his neck, and slashes of a dark, morbid red dash from his shoulders to his ribs, forming a shape much like an "x". One arm is sheltered in a large, loose sleeve much like that of a robe that is cut off at the wrist, where his hand is visible wrapped tightly in bandages. The opposing limb has had its sleeve torn off at the shoulder, allowing the whole arm to be visible. It, too, is wrapped in bindings, but one can see that it is fairly well-muscled (though not overly so). The end of the tunic drapes freely across his upper thighs, and the whole of both legs are enclosed in baggy, white pants of no exquisite fabric. The trousers are tucked neatly into sturdy leather boots the same hue as his shirt, buckled tightly to ensure swift movement.

Personality: Before the accident, Giarr was cocky and arrogant, something natural with the gifts he once had. Now those emotions are subdued, like all others. His voice is constantly steady and flat and, with the combination of his mask, it serves well to hide anything Giarr might be feeling. Which is not much. The shock of how fickle fate can be still engulfs his young mind and the lad spends much time in deep, silent solice, pondering dark thoughts of what could have been…living in the past. He fights for the light, searching desperately at his goal: to find a heartless with control over destiny and destroy it. This he does well, for one of the few things that can free him from his mental pains is to fight savagely, often bringing on physical pain by mistake and ending up worse off than he was. Few care to make friends with such a secluded warrior, but those who do understands that he is a reliable ally and that, at time, he simply needs his space.

Status: Oddly enough, Giarr battles for the side of light

Keyblades: Giarr has abandoned the strength granted when wielding a single weapon with both hands for the strategic paths that are open to dual wielding. The first blade, Saving Grace, has a purely white hilt, the two guards on the side each in the shape of a golden swans arching neck sprouting from the top of the hilt and ending in each birds beak lightly touching the actual blade. From there, it swoops onward to form a glourious, outstretched swan wing, white with streaks of gray dashing through. The second keyblade, which is something of a character foil to the first, holds the mantle of Wyrm. Its hilt appears to be molded from magically hardened obsidian into the shape of a scaly neck, and it only has one cross guard which is the continuation of the neck to, like Saving Grace, arch across and end in a dragons head touching the beginning of the blade. From then on, the keyblade appears to be a long dragons arm ending in its claw, the three spikes being the nails. It too is obsidian, but with tendrils of scarlet wrapping through it.

Magic: Cure, Aero, and Thunder

Focus: Weapons

Other: Once revered by comrades for his impressive skill and indomitable stamina, at the age of fifteen Giarr was sent to defeat a terribly powerful Heartless whose rampant destruction was of no small news. Alone, this task would have been impossible, but it had been weakened by other warriors before they had to retreat to treat their horrible wounds, and it now clung cantankerously to a single thread of mortality. With a fierce confidence, he rushed into battle and easily vanquished the frail foe, but at its death it released a toxin that seeped swiftly into his skin. Then it began. A terrible illness that violently tore through his body; not destroying, merely weakening and damaging all it came in contact with. A horrible pain like none other pulsed through the boy, daggers of agony slowly twisting through every pore his flesh had to offer.

Working quickly, the medical officers of the time did the best they could with a treatment. For nearly two years, Giarr was kept out of action on dangerous medication to treat the severe ailment. Finally, now, the virus is obliterated, but its work remains incurable, leaving its victim with scars and marks too hideous to see the light of day. Although he can fight well, after battling for any extending period of time his system breaks down and he is left vulnerable and feeble*; a true blow to such a steadfast warrior as he.

** The swiftness with which this happens depends on how powerful his foes are, how much rest he has had previously, and other such variables.

 

[Zone]

I just realized that I forgot Personality, though all but two people used it, so Burninating Torchic, could you add Personality to your joining form? I also added Other into the outline for the form, so people can use that now (Dactylus already has).

 

[Burninating_Torchic]

I just realized that I forgot Personality, though all but two people used it, so Burninating Torchic, could you add Personality to your joining form? I also added Other into the outline for the form, so people can use that now (Dactylus already has).

Alright, I edited that in.

 

[Zone]

The RP will start on April 29th because I will be gone from the 25th-28th. Feel free to join while I'm gone.

 

[Lily]

Ah, if widdle-daccy joins, how can I resist ~ ♥


Name: Eljin
Gender: male
Age: 21
Appearance: A strong, healthful young man possessing a rather lithe, agile body build, height reaching up to about 6'2. Unkempt strands of coppery hair disorderly fall out from all directions, only too often obscuring his vision. Queer, slightly slanted eyes of charcoal gray nicely blends with his fair complexion. His face is marginally chiseled with years of arduous obstacles regarding his occupation as chaser. The outfit consists of a more modernized version of what was considered casual years ago; a clothing set fully clad in black - a black, long sleeved top (which appears to be a jacket of some sort) laced with silver linings. Matching pants and shoes finish it off. He, overall, exudes a radiantly pleasant feel pertaining looks ~
Personality: A light-hearted, easily humored guy. Eljin maintains a sufficiently high intelligence and discreetly holds a rather exuberant phraseology. His analytical mind capacity absorbs a more ample magnitude of understanding of the current situation at hand. Despite this apparent gifted mind, Eljin cultivates a modest, nonchalant (sometimes spiteful) character, brushing away compliments with a single gesture of a hand. He is perfectly quiescent at various times of pandemonium of panic, thus securing him as an invaluable asset. His disposition is naturally amicable, willing to compromise when needed, also elusively breaking away from unpleasant circumstances or procrastinating important assignments - a poorly developed habit of his. If concentrated, however, Eljin is a quick learner and adapts to new environments readily.
Status: Light
Keyblades: Single wielding, surprisingly, as Eljin is ambidextrous (although he has the tendency of switching hands when one gets tired). His primary keyblade, named Epsilon, is an oddly crafted one, with designs resembling the past. If you know what Epsilon is, you wouldn't be surprised to find the Greek alphabet itself taking the place of where the blade usually resides, composed of a shiny, black substance, possibly metal, if not enhanced. The hilt is a sharp shade of gray, two distorted letters arching its way around it, serving as the handle. Intricately written silver phrases surround the entire blade, albeit not visible to viewers at first. It overall is a fascinating object to behold; Epsilon simply carries the mystical feel of one's hidden desires.
Magic: Cure, blizzard, gravity
Focus: Magic
Other: None that I'm aware of presently.

 

[Ciro]

Name: Sirus

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Appearance: Sirus is about 5'8" which is pretty tall for his age, he has short blonde hair and he has emerald eyes. He wears a grey sweater, the sweater has no hood and no logo. Under his sweater he wears a black t-shirt with the words Ryuu on it (written in red.) Sora wears black jeans, on one of the pantlegs is a crimson Ryuu/dragon.

Personality: Sirus is a calm person, he doesn't rush into situations, he thinks first. Sirus is smart and he is a great friend, if someone is in danger he will help them. He always tries to overcome his fears, he's not afaird of the darkness.

Status: Light

Keyblades: Sirus weilds one Keyblade, its appearance is based on Sirus' personality. Since he is such a calm, smart and kind person his Keyblade isn't black or anything. First off the blade is silver with royal blue lines on it. Second the hilt is red, people think crimson is a color that means danger or blood, but it is not. Crimson is a strong color, it resembles courage.

The Keyblade is called Yuuki, it means Courage. Sirus thought that this name suited his Keyblade, but also Yuuki is written in crimson on the blade. It is very strange because that is the word Sirus was thinking of when he held the Keyblade.

Magic: Thunder, Reflect, Cure

Focus: Weapon

Other: N/A

 

[Lily]

You realize you could've deleted your second post without anyone noticing? XP Same thing happened to me.

edit: Oh, you've already done so. ^^;

 

[Zone]

Change of plans: we will start tomorrow. People can still join.

 

[Soul Eater]

Name: Kyraa
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Appearance: She wears a light pink pleaded skirt with a pair of light purple shorts underneath, her sandals are alos the same color as her skirt. her tanktop matches her shorts and her hair is a golden yellowish blonde; her eyes are also bright blue.
Personality: She is a very high-spirited girl that loves to fend for her friends and for the people she cares for. She loves to tease others but not in anyway of hurting them, she just loves to have fun and loves to be a good friend.
Status: Light
Keyblades: Heart of Light-It is a Light pink Keyblade with a light purple handle, the keychain has a yellow heart attached.
Magic: Fire, Gravity, Water
Focus: Magic
Other: I'll use this as an RP Sample later. =< I just hafta dig one up.

 

[Mari]

It isn't too late, nee~?

Name: Caelyn
Gender: Female
Age: 15

Appearance: With a height of five feet four, Caeyln possesses an athletic frame, although it has a slightly skinny look to it and a lightly tanned skin tone. Auburn tresses are untidily braided, with loose strands she tucks behind her ears. Her wide eyes are eerily colored crimson, swirls of silver visible only in direct light; it oft-sparkles whenever she is enraged or terrified. Her wardrobe is obviously not her own, it being a few sizes larger than her. It consists of jade baggy shorts that flow past her knees and a loose orange shirt beneath a long-sleeved black one. She wears a pair of black running shoes for footwear.

Personality: Hot-tempered and extremely energetic, Caelyn is loudmouthed, boyish girl. She would always voice her opinions, ignorant to the fact that her bluntness could hurt someone else's feelings. She is very ambitious (but at times, a tad too arrogant) and stubborn; it is practically impossible to change her mind once she sets it on something. She is also fairly lacking in intelligence, but as she habitually depends on her strength and vitality alone, she doesn't think it as a necessity—which is one of her many mistakes. To make up for her idiocy, though, she has an unparalleled stamina to back up her strength, powered simply by her exuberance. Top it off with her sheer dumb luck.

Status: Both

Keyblades: Though initially single wielding, Caelyn decided to take on dual wielding to further enhance her capabilities. The first is called Angel's Whisper, with an appearance that clashes with her persona. It has a celestial look to it, almost angelic-like with its shiny silvery color. Its hilt is a darker shade of gray, almost black even, with illegible words that form a circular shape as the handle. The prongs are basically wings, pure white in color. It gives off a harmonious feeling; the keyblade's ethereal look even helps its wielder calm down during one of her fits.

The second is named Monkey's Paw (despite the name, it is assured that there aren't any real paws or whatnot associated to it). It has lighthearted look to it, to say the least. The color of the main rod is brownish, bordering on tan, with the appearance of a thin branch of wood. It is very sturdy, though, and albeit it looks otherwise, it is made metal. On this, a figure of a monkey (think anime~ish-wise, with the head a tad bigger than its body) is grasping tightly on the rod, its tail reaches down until the hilt, arching to form a handle. Its head acts as the prongs; it may not be sharp but it is most definitely powerful.

Magic: Magnet, aero, gravity
Focus: Weapons, definitely.
Other: None~

 

[Zone]

OoC: Sorry about the late starting. For now, nothing has really started yet seeing as this is the beginning, so do some things like visiting your home, killing heartless or nobodies and interacting with eachother.

IC: Dojrin looked at his back and pants, not knowing where to put his keyblade. He tried to fit it in one of his pockets, but he had already known it wouldn't fit. Where am I supposed to put this? he thought. Suddenly, it disappeared. He was startled by the disappearance and almost fell over. He looked around, trying to see what had happened, then suddenly realized it was powered by thought. He put his right hand out. Return. The keyblade had appeared in his hand after a brief flash of light. He looked around where he was, and saw countless more keyblades. He decided to stay with one, then decided to check back on his home. He opened a purplish portal and walked into it.

He arrived at his home: a small town in the middle of a dense forest. All of the houses were made out of wood, and technology was very limited. He made his keyblade disappear, then started to walk towards his house. Suddenly, he realized that something didn't feel right. There was an excess of darkness in the air. He looked around, trying to find the source of the darkness. He noted a large amount of the darkness was coming from behind a house that was about one hundred feet behind him, so he ran over to it. He looked around it, and saw a group of small, black creatures with bright yellow eyes. He summoned his keyblade and put his arm in a backwards position, as if it was being ready to be springed forwards. One of the creatures dived at him, so he slashed at it with his keyblade, causing it to disappear. He noticed a heart floated away after doing so, and felt something was very wrong. He did the same to the other two creatures that were in front of him, and ran to his house to see what had happened.

He arrived at his house and opened the door. As he looked around, he heard screaming coming from the next room. He quickly ran into it, and saw his only parent, his father, being attacked by one of the black creatures. "Dad!" he screamed.

"Dojrin!" his father screamed back. He dived at his dad, but it was too late. The creature had attacked his father, and he suddenly disappeared. His heart rose, then turned into a larger version of one of the creatures he had seen earlier. He was horrified at the sight, and the creatures then dived at him. Sorry, dad... he thought as he took his keyblade and stabbed the creature that his dad had become, and then swiped at the one that had done this to him. He swore to destroy the black creatures once and for all.

He left his house, and noted that the darkness had died down. He was being approached by the town's leader, Mr. Jendin. "What happened?" he asked.

"Strange creatures have been appearing." he responded. "Have weapons made and teach the people in the town how to use them in case this happens again."

"What about your father?" At this, an expression that was a combination of sadness and rage grew over his face. Jendin's face became more grave. "Oh. I'm sorry. He had a strong heart."

Dojrin nodded. "I have to leave. Prepare in case this happens again," he said, and then went back into his house. He created another portal and returned to the barren world that contained the keyblades. He found a rock and sat on it. He needed time to think.

 

[Ciro]

The world was barren, no lifeforms stood in this world. Well that was what Sirus thought. The teenager stood tall, surrounded by millions of huge keys, he picked one of the keys up. It was blank, no design or markings, the hilt was black and the blade was silver. Well, only for a moment, just after Sirus had touched it a new bond had been formed.

The key started to change, it was turning into something else, it was turning into a weapon; a Keyblade. First off the blade was still silver but with royal blue lines on it. Second the hilt had now turned crimson, people think crimson is a color that means danger or blood, but it is not. Crimson is a strong color, it resembles courage. The word YUUKI had just been written in crimson on the blade, it was a word Sirus knew, it ment Courage.

Sirus tested out his new weapon, he swung it a few times and he also tried a few combo moves that he had taught himself when he was in Traverse Town. Wait a second, his home was in danger, those black creatures were taking over Traverse Town, Sirus was running away when he somehow got teleported into this world. Sirus was thinking about the town, he slashed at the air angerly. A portal opened up, Sirus stared at it for a few moments and then he jumped into it. All was dark for a few moments, but then Sirus saw some light, it was his Keyblade showing him the way out.

Soon Sirus had awoken in Traverse Town, he was laying against a brick wall, he quickly got up. He heard footsteps, Sirus ran behind some crates, he peered at the beginning of the alley. A few small black creatures and a bigger one that looked like a soldier took a few steps into the alley. One of the smaller creatures saw Sirus, it quickly alerted the other members of its group. All of them charged towards Sirus, Sirus darted out from behind the crates and he started slashing at the creatures with his Keyblade. The smaller ones were easy to defeat but the soldier took longer.

Sirus quickly opened another portal, he knew that more 'heartless' would come. He returned to the barren world filled with Keyblades, as soon as he got out of the portal he saw a older man.

"Those things, the shadows that were in Traverse Town. They steal hearts right? Well, I'm guessing they are in your world too...." Sirus had witnessed his friends have their hearts stolen by the heartless, he cursed softly and then he looked back up at the man again. "My friends, are gone... And my family is gone too... Those heartless, ya that sounds like a good name for them, have almost destroyed my home...."

"What about your home world?"

 

[Dactylus]

The beginning? I'm going to assume you mean the beginning of the RP and not the beginning of our histories as keyblade warriors, alright?


The woods were silent. A grave air veiled the withering trees, abandoned so completely by the wildlife. Away fled the animals, driven from their nests by the menacing heartless, their eyes so devoid of warmth and aglow with hunger. A hunger unquenchable by flesh or crop, a hunger that could only be stricken by the death of those they hunted.

The Keyblade warriors.

Their ranks swelled with every hour as they swarmed through portals, the dark gates that linked worlds, to destroy what lay in their path. Darkness was their strength, and the demons could melt into it as easily as a shadow, and emerge from its depths to claw and slash at the prey they so wished to kill, the blood they so yearned to touch. But such spoils came not without a price, a price they mindlessly accepted as an inevitability as their ranks lunged without thought whenever they had the chance.

Giarr stalked solemnly through the swirling mists of the woods, his mask hiding all emotion. Vibrant eyes scanned ever hole and crack for the telltale shine of yellow orbs. Those beasts where everywhere, he had come to understand years ago, even if finding them required a bit of…investigation. One shoulder was hunched unnaturally, a mark left in his spine from the virus that had infested his body not so long ago; but the young man paid it no heed, casually continuing his stroll. A flicker of movement slipped out of sight to his left, and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously but didn't turn his head; he did nothing to show his motives.

With a crash, one heartless bounded form a branch at him, raking the air with its claws. The warrior smirked from behind his disguise, "Stupid beasts, will you never cease your meaningless attack?" In a blinding flash of light, Wyrm was in his hand and swinging at the demon, catching its chest. As it collapsed into tendrils of smoke, Giarr maintained his momentum by spinning about in a circle as several more heartless leapt from their trees. In a flurry of fluid strikes and parries, Wyrm dispatched of the three just as four more floated up from the shadows.

"More of you?" he noted sullenly, "On with it, then." With a sigh, he braced himself as two jumped and brought Wyrm flashing to a side, knocking one to smoke, and then down and up again in a loop to whack the second. He hopped away as a third ran for his legs, surprised when the fourth had the strategic sense to copy him and attack in the air, where he was at a disadvantage. "Blasted things are getting smarter," he murmured. But not smart enough.

As the heartless reared to strike, a bolt of jagged lightning rented the clouds apart and snaked down to explode into the creature's skull, instantly disintegrating it. Giarr landed with a flourish and, keeping low to the ground, sprinted forward to slam his blade into the final foe, rendering it defeated. Almost as if on cue, a dozen of the things bore down on the warrior, assaulting in group. Not falling out of rhythm, Giarr turned and swung both his keyblades – for Saving Grace had manifested in his free hand – in a scissor cut, blasting away two of the fiends. Straightening, he began a furious dance, his weapons twirling magnificently, extensions of his arms. Heartless after heartless felt the mighty sting of his flashing swords as they twisted and whirled through the air, slipping gracefully through the billowing smoke of the dispatched monsters.

Finally, he stood alone in the forest, a bead of sweat running from his hair to his mask. He winced and clutched his shoulder with a trembling hand, "Must have forgotten to take my medicine today…haha…"

A purple doorway, leading to a maelstrom of dark colors, grew in front of him, voraciously consuming what it could as he stepped through. It blinked out of existence once its summoner had entered, and the forest was lifeless once again.

 

[Dark Night]

You could see the flames leaping from the now charcoled buildings,from the top of the cliffs.

Kieal watched the buildings burn down.She had come to late to save them.Her family and freinds were now gone unless the Heartless had taken them.Their blood was on her hands now.

After a while she was finally able to tear herself from the horribale site.As soon as she turned around Heartless showed up.She jumped and both her keyblades appeared.She parried their attacks and swiftly attacked,smoothly turned around to avoid another attack.She did a blade spin and there was only one more left.This was a bigger,harder one.For this one she decided to use her magic flames.She sent a shock and fire going in every direction,it hit the Heartless hard.After it was hit she quickly striked it the hardest that was possibale and it was gone.

She dropped down on her knees and sat there for a while.She thought a lot about what had happend.She suddenly got up and her keyblades dissapeared.A purple door appreared right in front of her,she walked through the door to a world.She didn't care which one right now.She just had to take care of the Heartless!