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Title: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on April 25, 2009, 11:15:18 am
"Hero, hero... this word you'll never know." ~ Story of the Year


“**** it…” Andrew moaned in pain, dragging himself out of bed and across the room, clutching head with his left hand. It had been exactly one week since she left, and every day the pain seemed to at least double, usually triple… or worse. The headache, the heartache… Oh, the heartache. It felt as if the boy’s heart itself was dissolving within him, ever so slowly, yet oh so quickly and painfully. Why did she have to go? he thought, slamming him hand down on the “OFF” button of his alarm. Why the **** did she have to go?

Forcing himself into an outfit more suitable for school than simply a pair of black boxer shorts, Andrew tried everything to advert his attention from the thought of Alex. Unfortunately, trying not to think about something- or, as in this case, someone- in particular accomplishes nothing other than thinking even more about them. Like telling someone not to think about a purple elephant. Popping in his earbuds and tiredly scrolling past several popular (and several relatively unknown) artists on his iPod nano, affectionately named “The Old New Nano,” due to its still being a relatively new model of the nano, although not the newest, he finally settled on Lostprophets, a favorite band of his.

Backpack fully packed and slung awkwardly over his right shoulder, the fourteen-year-old trudged down the stairs, every step as if through hell, knowing that today was one of his final days where he could go to school and expect to see Alex. Arizona, he thought, thoroughly confused. Why the hell there? Out of all the places to go, why the **** pick Arizona?

Hell, why go at all?

Setting his backpack down against the white front door, the paint of which was beginning to crack and peel in one or two visible places, Andrew made his way to the kitchen, yawning as he flicked on the light. From the refrigerator, he retrieved a Snapple Apple, although he wasn’t really in the mood for a drink at the moment. He was never in the mood for a drink anymore.

Sipping at the red liquid, he walked through the doorframe, oddly yet conveniently lacking any form of door whatsoever, to the room that, while called the dining room, rarely was in fact used for dining. He pressed the small circular button on the side of the laptop that rested on the wooden table that took up a majority of the room and took a seat in the wooden chair placed before it, watching silently as the black screen flashed to life, displaying for him five options to choose from; five names, one of which was his own, a small icon displayed next to each, particularly the helix symbol that was seen so frequently on Heroes, an ex-favorite TV show of his, as his own. He clicked the S-like symbol with no hesitation whatsoever, scarcely blinking as the screen transformed into the silhouette of Sora, the main character of the Kingdom Hearts video game franchise, which served as his wallpaper.

Double-click the Mozilla FireFox icon. Watch the white-colored homepage pop up, a simple design of a red fox and the Earth displayed next to a search bar at its center. Click the deviantART link to “Venthus’s” page on the “Favorites” bar just below the url. Minimize the page. Open AIM. Username: PresetFatality. Password: ********. Check Buddy List. Online: “ColorMeToxic xXx”, "JIFFIEMIX72" and “themightytruk.” Maximize Internet.

The white arrow of a mouse cursor glided smoothly across the gray page, coming to a rest hovering just above a button labeled “Statistics.” Andrew clicked it. Another jerk of his hand and the cursor found itself hovering above another button, made available by clicking “Statistics,” this one labeled “More Stats.” He clicked this as well, and frowned at his lack of having picked up any more favorites or comments on his work overnight.

With a tired yawn and wondering why the hell he got up this early, Andrew closed out the internet and opened Microsoft Word 2007, not exactly eager to finish another chapter of “Venthus: Arcanum” alone, but more or less prepared to do so. He had fans, after all. Best not to keep them waiting longer than necessary.

He found himself almost praying for an excuse to step away from the computer for a few minutes by the time he had written a mere three paragraphs. It wasn’t that he didn’t like writing- quite the opposite- but rather that writing seemed to be all he’d done lately. He hadn’t even spared his Xbox360 or PlayStation 2 so much as a glance in the past three weeks, and hadn’t played them in a good five or six.

Which was when he saw the light.

It was a mere brief flash of light, illuminating the back of the room on the other side of the kitchen, but it was unmistakably a flash of light that should not have been. Not when Andrew was the only one awake, not at 5AM.

Naturally, this phenomenon piqued Andrew’s curiosity, and he found himself halfway across the kitchen before he even realized he had stood up. Of course, he was much too lazy to turn back now that he was nearly there, and thus lazily popped his head around the corner to peer into the family room and humor himself with the nonexistent light that he had imagined.

Instead, he almost **** himself.

There, sitting atop a red, plastic chair much too small for even a ten-year-old, PS2 controller in hand, sat a man clad in the same black robes identifiable as Organization XIII’s from Andrew’s favorite game. On the television screen, Wisdom Form Sora Dashed clear away from a deadly lance attack by Xaldin, picking up a Jump reaction command, loading his counter to 9.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

The screen blurred, Xaldin crying out in agony as he fell to Sora’s Kingdom Key. A pop-up notified the robed man that he had just obtained a Magnet Element. “Cute game ya’ got here, kid,” the man spoke, his a touch of humor in his voice. “Really does the Secret justice, it does.”

Andrew was at a loss for words.

“Tell me,” the man said, wasting no time in cutting to the chase, “what would you say if I told you that the Keyblades and Heartless and Nobodies of Kingdom Hearts are no less real than you or I?”

Andrew was silent.

“Yes,” the man went on, “indeed they are. Which is why I have come to you. Someone, you see, has been unlocking the Worlds, exposing their hearts to whatever might stumble across them. Under normal circumstances, this would pose no problem, except for the fact that the Door to Darkness, too, was unlocked mere hours ago, and a Heartless horde has been continuously pouring out ever since, showing no signs of slowing.”

“Of course they are,” Andrew sighed sarcastically, scared shitless but unwilling to show his fear to… whoever the hell this guy was.

“The Keyblades of the Realms of Light and Darkness have already chosen their masters, and quite capable masters they are, but I fear many Worlds will perish if the two go about their business trying to restore order alone. They are two deeply flawed individuals, and personal reasons as well as their lack of understanding their job will make it a difficult transition into their new lives as guardians of the Worlds.

“I simply need you to go out into the universe yourself and seal the Worlds they do not. Tidy up after the pair, if you will.”

“Right,” Andrew laughed. “And if I don’t?”

“Then your Earth itself will fall to their incapable hearts; the darkness will overwhelm it, and all shall be lost in a matter of days. It’s how things work. You have little choice if you are to save the ones you love.”

“Okay. I’ll bite. What about the Door to Darkness, then? I gotta seal that, too, to keep the Heartless out?”

“No. Fate shall choose the warriors whose unfortunate destiny that is. Fate has no say in the power I give you.”

“I see.”

The robed man nodded.

Without warning, the shadows of the room cast by the television’s glow against the furniture began to dance to life, yellow orbs of eyes manifesting on the materializing faces of feral-looking entities composed of pure blackness. Neoshadows. Andrew’s jaw slipped open, his eyes widening in horrified yet excited disbelief at the sight of the creatures.

He snapped his head in the direction of the robed man, but instead found himself falling backwards, sinking through the floor itself, shadowy tendrils flying up around him in all directions and wrapping themselves around his body, only tightening and pulling him deeper and deeper into a pool of liquid darkness as he struggled.

A sudden jolt in his heart forced an agonic scream from his mouth, and he could have sworn that he saw a green spark dance across his chest for the briefest of moments. “No!” he roared, panicked and pissed as **** at the robed man who was responsible for this. His eyelids sagged and breathing slowed, senses merging into a blurry mess. With whatever strength he had left in him, he made his presumably last thought audible, albeit only as a faint whisper, as the shadows overtook him: “Alex…

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Character Sheet:

Name:

Sex:

Age:

Keyblade: (you do not start with this)

Drive Forms: (leave this empty for now; it will be explained when needed)

Appearance:

Personality:

Personal History:

Significant Other:

Education:

Occupation:

Morality:

Interests/Hobbies:

Habits:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Fears/Phobias:

Talents:

Goals in Life:

Motivation:

Three Wishes:

Misc.:

Intro Post: (for those of you playing characters from Earth, have this happen at some point between 6AM and 9AM EST. yes, there is a reason for this.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Notes:

  • This is not your cliche Disney/Final Fantasy Kingdom Hearts roleplay. In fact, Disney and Final Fantasy Worlds don't even exist in this game; only Earth, made-up Worlds (by myself or you players), and a select few Worlds that were designed specifically from the series that will be revealed later.
  • Canon characters (Sora, Riku, Kairi, etc.) do not exist, never have, and never will. Get over it.
  • Yes, you can play as yourself if you'd like. I'd discourage it, but I'm playing as myself, so I'm not really in a position to do that.
  • If you wanna make up a World from which your character hails, by all means, be my guest. It's strongly encouraged you do so, actually. Just PM me or contact me via MSN or AIM as soon as possible and we'll work something out.
  • If your character isn't from Earth, don't expect to know jack **** about Kingdom Hearts, especially what a Heartless/Nobody/Keyblade/etc. is. I mean really. Have a bit of common sense.
  • (At least at the game's start) the Worlds in-game don't even know of each others' existence, much less have contact with each other. Keep that in mind at all times.
  • Keyblades can be canon or made-up. If you choose a canon Keyblade, the Kingdom Keys, Oathkeeper, and Way to the Dawn are off-limits. If you use a made-up Keyblade, include either a good picture, a vivid description, or both. If your made-up Keyblade was not made up by you, be sure to give credit to its creator.
  • Rules can and will be added as necessary, so check back often.
  • Contact me via PM, MSN, or AIM if you have any questions or concerns whatsoever.

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Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Itsuki Koizumi on April 25, 2009, 02:17:28 pm
Name: Jeff Hartmann

Sex: Male

Age: 14

Keyblade: Oblivion

Drive Forms: (leave this empty for now; it will be explained when needed)

Appearance: About 5'8", 165 punds. His brown eyes, he has been told, are like deep abyss' that you could stare into forever and lose yourself in. He wears a shirt with the album cover to "The Divison Bell" by Pink Floyd, and over that, a gray and black, horizontally striped zipper jacket, un-zipped. His jeans aren't skin tight, not baggy. His hair goes down pat his eyes in the front, just a little, and in the back curls up when it hits his shoulders. He appears slim, though his shoulders are broad. On the bridge of the nose between his eyes is a small blemish that looks like a crater. It came from scratching off a chicken pock in first grade.

Personality: Usually pretty nice, though he is a little more defensive then he should be. When people he cares about are in danger, he is usually the reasonable one of the group, though he has acted irrationally at times. He's usually trying to be funny in both tough and easy situations, and he usually succeeds with it.

Personal History: Jeff was born on August 4th, 1994. He was born in Underwood Hospital from Mary Hartmann. He had lived a very average life, very little had been different from the usual "Childhood stories". He had the family vacations, the fights with his brother, the first haircut, first doctor's appointment. Up to grade 5 was the usual stuff, and until grade 7 he wasn't remarkabley different.

In 7th grade he had his first girlfriend and first kiss. at the time he was very into ska bands like Reel Big Fish. Over the next year, his personality would change. He would go from depressed to consoling and somewhat happy. In November of freshman year he would meet a girl named Mish. He would gain her number and in the next few months slowly fall for her. He eventually began listening to Muse in 8th grade and they are his current favorite band.

Significant Other: Michele Makouo... Sort of.

Education: Freshman High school.

Occupation: Student

Morality: caring

Interests/Hobbies: Rock Band 2, music

Habits: Jeff is always doing something different, though he always seems to be sarcastic.

Likes: Music, video games, movies.

Dislikes: Constriction, limits

Fears/Phobias: spiders. Loneliness. The unknown.

Talents: Bassist, expert Rock Band guitarist, strong legs.

Goals in Life: To be a professional musician and make a difference. change the mentality of a generation.

Motivation: Love, personal reasons.

Three Wishes:
1- To go to genie school to make wishes for himself.

2- Free the genie

3- N/A due to wish 2.

Misc.: Jeff is an aetheist, who has never believed in fate or destiny.

Intro Post:
Jeff opened his eyes, tiredly. He looked around, neck cracking as it turned. "Why the **** am I up so early?" he murmured, noticing the extreme darkness that was around him. As he looked around, he rubbed his eyes a bit more. "Well, I guess I should go get breakfast or something." he said. He pushed the blankets off of his body, sweating heavily. He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment then hopped off. Only this time, instead of immediately touching the floor, he continued falling. The screams soon began.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" he screamed, falling down a black endless abyss. He tried to grab ahold of a side but when he grabbed there was nothing. As he fell, his voice began muffling. Pretty soon he couldn't even talk. It was then he had realized he had stopped. He looked out and saw a man dressed in green.

"You there!" He called out. "Come here boy, and I shall allow thee to speak."
Of course, Jeff needed the ability to speak. He used it to communicate, like most normal humans. He decided to walk up to the man in green.

"Do you know where you are?" He asked. "You are in the dark abyss. You will soon make this place your home. I cannot tell you why, I can only tell you that it will be soon. But now you must go."

Jeff opened his eyes, back in his bed. He jumped and fell off, but instead of hittingthe ground, he continued to fall.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on April 25, 2009, 03:12:38 pm
Name: Christina “Tina” Mammu

Sex: Female

Age:  22

Keyblade: Sleeping Lion

Drive Forms:

Appearance: Tina is a woman with a fairly average height of around 5’ 7”. Her body build is slim but extremely toned. To look at her is to see a warrior born and bred. Her skin is a mocha colour due to the harsh climate of the Arada Desert in which her people live. To match her mocha skin she has dark brown eyes and hair as black as the devils heart. Her body currently carries few scars despite the intense war she previously fought in. One noticeable blemish however is a deep cut across her left thigh from her duel with Jederia. The scar shall never heal nor dissipate due to the magical power of the wielder and the weapon used to inflict the wound.

Despite the burning, hot heat which permeates the Arada Desert Tina tends to dress in entirely black. She wears a battle dress; which consists of a light leather jacket stitched onto a Myrr garment, which covers the majority of the upper body leaving only a fraction of the breast area showing and cuts off at the shoulders, alongside a    short skirt which cuts off at the knees that is almost attached to her skin due to nature of the material used. Because of the material and craftsmanship in the “costume” Christina is protected to the same degree as if she wore heavy leather armour while suffering no weight disadvantages whatsoever, the clothes are essentially to be clichéd as light as a feather. To accompany this on each of her wrists she wears a gold bangle, imbedded with a blue sapphire, her personal gem, on top of black fur gloves with each of the finger slots curved into a cat like claw. On her feet she wears onyx black fur boots, again imbedded with a sapphire and with cat paw decoration around the toe area. Due to recent circumstances in the Kingdom of Albion, Christina has had to resort to using an alter-ego when travelling across the majority of the realm. In order to hide her identity she can be frequently seen wearing a cat mask which covers her forehead with a pitch black cat mask but conceals all below the eyes with a veil. While wearing the mask Christina is feared among the criminal syndicates and cults and has earned the moniker of “The Black Cat” due to her attire as well as her nature of appearing from the rooftops and disappearing almost instantly after dispatching the criminals from this plane.


Personality: Christina is intelligent, calm in battle, and always prepared for the worst. Growing up in the Arada Desert has taught her to survive on the absolute minimal amount of sustenance required. This has given her a strong resolve and made her an almost cold and calculated individual. However her personality is in a mess due to the many influences in her life including the hero Sam, her father and the trauma she experienced during her imprisonment. While communicating with people in general she will display a happy go lucky care free attitude. She possesses a strong sense of good and evil and has the naïve belief that good will always triumph at the end of the day. However once she enters combat and starts to fight for her life her mind instantly becomes a tactical masterpiece. Able to anticipate almost all of her opponent’s moves and using her cunning techniques and natural agility Christina is truly a force to be reckoned with in battle.


Personal History: Pre-Chaos War History: Born in the quiet town of Hulundar in the heart of the Arada Desert, Tina grew up as the daughter of the town’s mayor. She was loved by all in the small settlement and grew up as an adventurous and care free child. When Christina was 8 she was given her first sword and within a year had become one of the most accomplished duellists in Hulundar. 2 years later Hulundar was attacked by bandits and Christina aided in the defence of her home. Half of the houses had been burned to the ground when she was corned at the entrance to the town hall. As the leader climbed the steps to enter she felt a rush of power flow through her and the towns well behind him exploded sending a torrent of water into his back, the impact crushing his spine. The rest of the gang fled, petrified at this strange witch who had killed their leader with such ease. Christina was taken away by Imperial Sorcerers a few weeks later and for three long years she was tortured and bullied with the intention of convincing her to serve the Imperial Army.
     Eventually they gave up and left her to rot in a dark, damp cell at the top of their mystical tower. When she was 15 she was rescued by the young warrior Sam. He stormed the Sanctorial Citadel with his sword Zweihiender and a mastery of fire magic the Imperial Sorcerers didn’t stand a chance. Christina was instantly besotted with her rescuer however she found her advances rejected as he told her that his life was that of a loner and he would never look for her again. Angry, betrayed and heart broken Christina returned home to learn her father had been killed and the town was awaiting her return to lead them as he once had. Scared of authority and unwilling to sacrifice her freedom Christina washed her home out of existence using her magic, leaving no trace of the town’s existence. She then fled and took to exploring Albion, perfecting her fighting techniques and protecting endangered travellers.

Chaos War History: One year ago the Chaos War begun. Tzeer, Jederia, Foshar and Quetzla were simultaneously released from their most recent tombs, a plan masterminded by Tzeer himself through the use of the leader of the Imperial Sorcerers, a master of summoning magic and dark energy. The gods taint spread across the Kingdom and the King’s forces could do little to stop them. However at a timing most unusual the vigilante Sam appeared once more to his devoted admirer. Christina followed him into battle with the demons from the Netherworld and soon they had gathered a group of seven adventurers who together possessed the powers to defeat Chaos.
1.   Sam, a travelling swordsman with unnatural fire based magic. He carries the sword Zweihiender and a shield into battle.
2.   Abi, a princess of Albion and resident of the Lunatarian Villa. Abi is a mistress of air magic and fights with a Chinese blade.
3.   Karl, the commander of the Knights of Albion. Blessed with the power of geomancy and a fierce fighter with two huge great swords.
4.   Robert, a wandering mercenary who wields the deadly katana SungSong. He is a master of lightning and can use his powers to increase his speed and agility.
5.   Jade, Abi’s royal bodyguard and a master warrior with a polearm. Jade controls ice magic and has been known to entirely freeze a building she is trying to protect.
6.   Lauren, a member of the assassin’s guild in the south-eastern corner of the kingdom and a force to be reckoned with. Lauren was gifted with complete control over shadow magic, which accompanies her profession perfectly.
The seventh warrior was Christina and together they defeated the four chaos gods banishing them back into their tombs, including the mighty Tzeer who has supposedly been banished once and for all this time. Christina’s greatest accomplishment during the war was defeating the goddess Jederia in single combat allowing room for Sam to use the Solus Blade to kill her, allowing the Lunate Sages to seal her immortal soul away. The seven heroes became legends across the kingdom however as a final act of stupidity King Tyranus signed warrants for their deaths, with the exception of Karl and Robert who remained in Imperial service, and send a legion of bounty hunters and mercenaries after them.

Post-Chaos War History: In order to hide from Tyranus’ treachery Christina became a costumed vigilante, taking the persona “The Black Cat” she patrolled the roads of Albion defending those in need once more but this time as a wanted “criminal”. Her last memory of Sam was his departure on a journey of spiritual awareness and her memory is a fond one. She knows now that if she waits he will return to her so in preparation she strived to turn Albion into a kingdom worthy of him to rule, as would surely be the case on his return.

Significant Other: Christina has no significant other but she has bonded with Sam and believes that one day he will return to her. She listens desperately to the whispers of the beggars of Albion, waiting for the message concerning the return of the legendary warrior.

Education: Christina has had no formal education but is capable of reading and writing and is knowledgeable about her world and home.

Occupation: Vigilante

Morality: Christina would be seen a Good Neutral character. She is a hero, she saves the day. But it doesn’t mean she follows all the rules or all the laws. She does what she can with what she has and always strives to achieve the best results for everyone else around her.

Interests/Hobbies: Christina’s life is not entirely business. She does like to take the time to relax and enjoy pastimes such as gambling and reading.

Habits: Christina is a human with few habits. She tends to follow the same patrol routes every time she scouts the city, she will always have meat on a Tzeluh Night (Thursday for you Earth people) and will always visit the same Tavern known as, “The Ceiling Cat”. Reports come in from the tavern of numerous peeking Tom’s but the owner does little to stop these and will merely let the rumours pass by.

Likes: Sam, The Desert, Fruit, Cats

Dislikes: Abi, swimming, Tyranus and the Imperial Army

Fears/Phobias: Christina has but one fear; Sam will never return. With the defeat of the Chaos Gods there is nothing for her anymore. If he was to die then the world would have no more purpose to her, she has few other friends and nothing else worthy of accomplishing in her life. She lives entirely and forever in the hope of him leading her as he did all those years ago.

Magic: Christina is unique among the denizens of Albion; the only others who have power such as her are the other 6 heroes. While magic is adverse and change depending on a person’s emotions or actions Christina is an eternal hydromancer, queen of the waves. She has the potential to cause a tidal wave to wipe the entire continent however such an action of course would end her life do to such a huge exertion of pressure on her mortal form. As water particles are part of the atmosphere it is easy for her to take what little water she was to work with and simply make more, thus proving her magic to be usable anywhere at any time. However while these powers exist within her and have been used numerous times before Christina is a warrior at heart and prefers to use her rapier, Hydralye, in battle and will only resort to magic if it looks like she is going to lose.

Goals in Life: When she was younger Christina wished to be the chief of her tribe. However now that her village is buried under sand and water she has chosen to lead her life with the intention of defeating evil forever and staying at the side of she whom she is obsessed with. It is important to state here that while she may be obsessed with him nothing has been said from him that he returns these feelings, however an event is believed to have taken place the night he left which gives evidence and reason for the pursuit of her hero.

Motivation: Christina’s motivation is to survive long enough to see Sam once more. He is all that remains in her life since everything and everyone else has been killed or lost to her. If he was to die she wouldn’t know what to do and would most likely follow a journey of self destruction, killing as many on the imperials as she can until her death.

Three Wishes: Christina’s 3 Wishes are:
1.   For Sam to return to her one day and for them to live together forever
2.   For Tyranus’ corrupt activity to be found out and for his head to be placed on a pike outside the castle.
3.   For her to eventually redeem herself for the terrible actions committed in her youth such as resorting to unsavoury methods to make money to survive and burying her village under water and sand.

Misc.: N/A

Intro Post: Moonlight shone down from the starless sky as The Black Cat expertly navigated across the rooftops of the Imperial City’s barracks. He dark clothes and nature made her almost invisible to the patrolling watchmen as she made her way to an open window, lit by a small candle. She stopped for a second to catch her breath and examined the window ledge. Laying on it was a blue feather which was dangerously close to the edge. As The Black Cat neared the window the feather gently flew away, leaving the ledge bare. Looks I got here just in time. Christina jumped, soaring across the chasm beneath her and clutched desperately to the ledge and attempted to pull herself up. Stupid, Stupid, I knew I wouldn’t make that… why did I take it? Fortunately for her a man grabbed her arms and pulled her up into the room.
“Cat what were you doing? You could have died!” he whispered angrily, unable to raise his voice in case the other soldiers caught a scent of his midnight visitor.
“I’m fine Robert, honestly” She smiled, brushing the dust off her clothes she walked over to his desk and poured herself out a glass of wine.
“So how have you been my friend?” she asked. Her body’s position gently leant to one side, pushing her body forward at the same time. “Been busy?”
Robert ignored her attempt to distract him and pushed his blonde hair out of his face before replying.
“It’s been good cat, better without you but then again, it wasn’t much worse with you.” He commented reaching for his own glass and taking a sip, his eyes narrowed. The Black Cat saw she was losing ground and withdrew her body into a more aligned posture.
“Ever the joker little Robert aren’t you?” she replied, sarcasm dripping from each word. She turned back to his desk and helped herself to a small round biscuit, she pushed her veil aside to eat it and her attention had momentarily been taken away from her host. Both remained silent for a few minutes, the only noticeable sound was the occasional munch from The Black Cat.
“Listen cat, why did you come? You told me to arrange a meeting and I left you a signal to show it was safe, just as you said.” Robert finally burst out. He held no vendetta against her, despite her presence threatening his lives’ stability.
“I miss him Robert and you were the closest to him…” She confesses, a tear slowly drips down her face concealed by her mask.
“If that were true he would have contacted me Tina, he was closer to Abi anyway, it was obvious to everyone.” His reply was slow, each word was carefully followed by the next, and he knew she wouldn’t like his response.
The Black Cat turned to Robert and lifted her mask off her head. She closed her eyes to stop the tears. Why must she always interfere? Why would he prefer her to me?
 “It’s always going to be her he picks is it not? It will always be her, despite what he said to me, despite what we did…”
I will always be there for you Christina, you must merely look in your heart…


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on April 25, 2009, 03:29:51 pm
In this post shall go my character sheet. It shall be completed after I have finished the description of my world and I have chosen which of my characters to use. Possibly myself, I haven't used me in an RP... ever.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on April 25, 2009, 03:32:52 pm
In this post shall go my character sheet. It shall be completed after I have finished the description of my world and I have chosen which of my characters to use. Possibly myself, I haven't used me in an RP... ever.

If you're making up a World from which your character hails, you can't play as yourself. You're from Earth. lol


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on April 25, 2009, 03:37:20 pm
If you're making up a World from which your character hails, you can't play as yourself. You're from Earth. lol
That's what you think.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on April 25, 2009, 03:42:52 pm
That's what you think.

Yeah, but I'm the DM. What I think is law.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on April 25, 2009, 03:49:54 pm
Yeah, but I'm the DM. What I think is law.
Damn. Well, if Geriand can be a relatively important character from his world, than so can I.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on April 25, 2009, 03:55:17 pm
Damn. Well, if Geriand can be a relatively important character from his world, than so can I.

Si senior. This is true.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on April 25, 2009, 04:09:23 pm
Damn. Well, if Geriand can be a relatively important character from his world, than so can I.
I would have been the "Sam" of that world but Pony told me not to be myself for this RP since I'd milked him too much.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on April 25, 2009, 04:11:28 pm
I would have been the "Sam" of that world but Pony told me not to be myself for this RP since I'd milked him too much.

I.... did? I don't remember that conversation at all.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on April 25, 2009, 04:19:20 pm
I.... did? I don't remember that conversation at all.
Neither do I, but I think we both commented on the over use of myself and decided that playing a different character would make a refreshing change.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Wildrose on April 25, 2009, 07:18:03 pm
Name: Risu

Sex: Male

Age: 43

Keyblade: When he gets it, it will be the Photon Debugger

Drive Forms: (leave this empty for now)

Appearance: Risu appears to be a young man with silver hair and green eyes. He’s extremely muscular but wiry, not bulky. He typically wears a jumpsuit with numerous pockets to hold his equipment when he’s working. He had black goggles that he wears while working, and other times he keeps pushed up onto his forehead.

Personality: Risu is not a terribly pleasant person. He is cold and analytical, and prizes logic above all else. He has an explosive temper that he has no choice but to control carefully, and is very frustrated as a result. He works out a great deal of hostile energy through exercise. He can, however, be a very loyal friend to those who earn his friendship.

Personal History: Risu comes from a hyper-advanced set of worlds. He was born into a manual labor caste family and was assigned that role as a child. Determined to break out of that caste, he self-taught himself how to be a technician and was accepted to the Demirene caste. Unfortunately, he has failed many citizen wellness tests due to his temper and negativity, putting a halt to any advancement and causing social problems for him. Essentially, he is very alienated from his own society and hates his place in it.

Significant Other: None

Education: Self-taught

Occupation: Demirene Technician, class 3

Morality: Risu is conditioned to act in a socially acceptable fashion. This isn’t possible for him to go against, but even if he could he wouldn’t kill the innocent. However, he has no compunctions about lying and manipulating to get what he wants. Of course, due to the conditioning that is often the only thing he can do.

Interests/Hobbies: Cooking

Habits: Risu is extremely logical and methodical in everything he does. He’s definitely the kind of person to measure before he cuts.

Likes: Cats

Dislikes: Dogs

Fears/Phobias: It’s not exactly a fear or phobia, but Risu is conditioned to act in a socially acceptable fashion. He literally cannot strike out at someone. He can defend himself, but that’s all. If he tries to do something else socially unacceptable or even thinks about it too hard, his AI system can induce nausea, cramps and diarrhea. This is a purely physical reaction but it is a very effective deterrent.

Talents: Risu is a machine telepath who can fix any machine regardless of technical level. He’s also good at driving and using machines.

Goals in Life: To remove his conditioning. Failing that, to be his own boss. Failing that… to have good food, a good place to live and some friends. Preferably at least one of the intimate variety.

Motivation: Same as goals

Three Wishes: To remove his conditioning, be his own boss and find someone to care for.

Misc.: Risu has nanite systems that heal injuries almost instantly. And the feeling of pain along with flesh mending is pleasant to him. The nanites are also why he still appears young. His people can live for hundreds of years, although they rarely do.

Intro Post:

Risu frowned as he stepped out of the lift. It had been a long shift, and he was tired, but there was still one task remaining.

He carefully suited up in a padded suit of armor, and checked all the clamps meticulously before putting on his helmet. It clamped into place easily, and the HUD display lit up. Normally, he didn’t need all this, but today was an exception.

The walkway he needed to reach was exposed to the unstable elements of the void of strife. Risu paused as he walked on the thin, flexible steel and began setting up his lifeline. He did that with the same meticulous care he had given his armor. The last thing he wanted was to fall in the void.

He worked and lived at a way station. It sat over a maelstrom that was not real enough to be a world, but not unreal enough to part of the darkness. No one had really explained how it could exist, but the general theory was that it was a matter sink. That somehow, pieces of worlds occasionally broke off and needed to be recycled, and this was the place.

Whatever the truth was, though, didn’t really matter. In this place that straddled the line between real and unreal, his people mined the volatile elements that could be smelted and alloyed into the fabric of their ships. Those ships could punch through the barriers between worlds, although at ruinous energy expense. So this place also served as a way station to recharge those ships before they continued their journeys. Risu glanced down at the docking centre, and saw it was full. Things had been busy lately, for some reason, although it was a fair bet that at least half of the ships were carrying ‘filler’ goods. If you wanted to take items from one world to another, the exact mass of what you took needed to be replaced or instability was generated. So much of the traffic was simply replacing more valuable commodities.

Risu turned his gaze away and began repairing the sensor array. It had been damaged just yesterday. Not surprising, even with the force fields they used to keep everything functioning. Several agitating agents were watching him slyly in the distance. They lived… no, they existed here. Strange creatures of darkness, Risu had heard that worlds with a more poetic flair for words referred to them as Heartless. But naturally, given that it was poetic and creative, the word had been banned from acceptable speech patterns.

Risu didn’t fear them, but he didn’t underestimate them either. He had never seen it, but had heard stories of what they could do and didn’t doubt them in the least. Fiction was outlawed in his world, which had the upside of ensuring that painted with blood was not an exaggeration.

Risu suddenly stopped working, and glanced around. There was something watching him, something beyond the agitating agents. He turned slowly in a circle. His instincts were based in his telepathic ability, and while it was more oriented towards machines than people, he trusted those instincts completely.

Still, the figure in a black robe came as a shock. It was standing directly behind him, blocking his way back to the rest of the station, and Risu tensed.

My, this is a strange place you have here. The black robe seemed to be breaking up around the edges, and Risu wasn’t surprised. The maelstrom below him exerted an inexortable pull on all matter that wasn’t somehow protected. I need you, but I really don’t have time to explain. Sorry. Risu blinked, then started forward as the dark figure swung a blade at the walkway.

It should have been ridiculous. No… sword could penetrate the future alloys the walkway was made from. It required special tools to even shape. But his instincts screamed a warning and Risu obeyed, trying to vault past the figure.

But he was too late, too slow, and the walkway shattered like broken crystal beneath the blow. The sensor array and helpless technician floated off into the void, then down towards the maelstrom. The agitating agents darted around, confused, seemingly unable to find him.

“Risu! What’s going on? All the sensors just went mad! Are you-“ Risu shut off his earbug. He didn’t want to listen to idiocy for the last moments of his life. Although he did idly wonder how his supervisor would explain the loss of the sensor array. It was vastly more expensive to replace than a mere technician.

Then everything went black.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on April 25, 2009, 08:54:16 pm
Name: Lord Juan Gates

Sex: Male

Age: 38

Keyblade: Lionheart (Though I may decide to make my own at some point between now and starting. I'll let you know if I do.)

Drive Forms:

Appearance: Juan stands tall and proud at the height of five feet eleven inches.  His build is firm and solid, yet not overly muscular. He is more than capable of

Personality:

Personal History:

Significant Other: Money

Education:

Occupation: Lord of the Province of Ladania

Morality:

Interests/Hobbies: Mocking the poor

Habits: Mocking the poor

Likes: Mocking the poor

Dislikes: The poor.

Fears/Phobias: Becoming poor

Talents: Being rich.

Goals in Life:

Motivation:

Three Wishes: Juan desires three things in life, to regain his land from the Black Capes, to do away with the Repoder Comore, and to become Emperor.

Misc.:

Intro Post:

((I am not done, there is still much more, even in the sections that already have text.))


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Dr. Nog on April 25, 2009, 09:15:17 pm
Name: Scott Wintergreen

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Keyblade: Tenebrex http://nachtwulf.deviantart.com/art/Keyblade-Tenebrex-1450786 (http://nachtwulf.deviantart.com/art/Keyblade-Tenebrex-1450786)

Drive Forms:

Appearance: Scott is 6'2 and 170 giving him a normal looking figure.  His face is normal yet portrays a bit of mistrust. He has a bit of beard stubble growing in that matches his brown hair. Scott likes to keep his hair short with the front up a bit, he likes to give it a "just rolled out of bed" feeling. Scott has a pair of over the ear bose headphones that are always around his neck or on his ears. Scott has deep blue eyes that match the oceans where he grew up. Scott usually wears two shirt, a plain white under shirt, and a collar shirt with all the buttons left over. The button shirt is a very dark blue, with hawaiian style white trees all over it. His choice of shoe are blue, white, and black Asics, as they make him feel like he's walking on air. Scott's fairly  tan and keeps himself clean shaven. Scott wears jeans that are a dark navy in color while just a big baggy.

Personality: Scott is laid back. Anything that can be put off should, and will be put off... Unless of course it's something he likes doing. Scott normally speaks in slang, but under extreme circumstances or when he's making fun of someone, he will speak in perfect english. Scott loves listening to music through his headphones, and when they're not on his ears they are around his neck turned up to a volume so that while he can hear the others around him, he can still hear his music. He will often sing along to his music, or because of the style, rap along to it. People that **** off Scott usually end up from emotional scarring because of how absolutely brutal he can be when he wants too. Scott is often tired and his eye lids have a slight droop to theme that he often rubs to try and wake himself up. Scott is a flirt with just about any girl he thinks is hot.

Personal History: Scott grew up in a urban environment. He grew up a normal city kid life, having two parents, neither of them really home all the time because of work and other things. He went to school and graduated high-school. During which, unlike other kids, Scott started a DJ company with a few friends. At first, they were only being booked at small parties, nothing vert big, extravagant or well paying. Then came their lucky break, while wandering around one day, Scott and co found an abandoned warehouse where they decided to host their own major party, charging money to get in of course. Over the next few weeks, they kept the same routine eventually buying the warehouse in the company's name. Finally, they could actually renovate that place and make it into a real club, which had been their ambitions at the start of the company. The parties kept happening, eventually charging more, and being able to serve cheap drinks at it. This cycle of hosting the parties and renovating the club went on until it was considered one of the night "hot spots." They had decided to name the club 7's, because their were seven of them, it symbolized luck, and thats what they had been. Even as a founding member, one of Scott's favorite things to do is to DJ for the club at night sometimes. Scott normally over-sees the running of their current club while his friends take care of the other aspects of the business, though they all do hangout every weekend in their executive area in 7's.

Significant Other: None as of current

Education: High-School

Occupation: Found member and DJ at the club know as 7's

Morality: True Neutral. To Scott, the end's justify the means, always.

Interests/Hobbies: Music, DJ'ing

Habits: Saying the words to a song that matches the occasion

Likes: Music, Being a DJ, playing Basketball, chilling.

Dislikes: Bad Music, anyone who wakes him up while he's trying to sleep. Obnoxious people who just won't chill...

Fears/Phobias: Silence.... It's true though... Scott is so used to having music surround him that even when he goes to bed, he puts on a specialized play list on his I-pod. When the music and sound totally stops, Scott feels awkward, out of place, and starts getting nervous.

Talents: Being a DJ, also he is a natural athlete.

Goals in Life: Keep 7's going because that's his joint.

Motivation: To keep 7's going.

Three Wishes: Being at an End-less party. Getting paid to party... Oh wait... He already does, and have Megan Fox whenever he wants.

Misc.: His favorite food is french fries.

Intro Post: The sneakers squeaking on the court sounded as though they could be heard miles away. Each single squeak cut straight to the inner ear of each person on the court. This irritant wasn't helped at all by the sun beating down hot as ever on those who were playing. It was three on three, shirts against skins, and Scott happened to be on the skins. They were up by two, not that any one was actually counting score, it felt good to play without any real seriousness. He and his other two team-mates huddled together quickly, it didn't really matter as the other team was doing the same thing, thinking of the next team dunk they would attempt. "All right, what's the deal?" Scott said smiling even though all three of them were heavily panting, as were the three guys on the other team. "This is gonna have to be our last one, I gotta go soon." Kevin said next to him. Their third, Jake, who was their so called team captain, looked very serious as he said, "Either of you ever play NBA street?" Scott and Kevin both looked at each other, smiling as they knew what Jake had in mind, "Let's do it." They said together before breaking the huddle.
Scott moved down the court dribbling the ball, the three guys on the other team were playing a loose defense, evidently too tired to put in the same effort as all of them had put in earlier. Scott didn't blame them, he doubted he could do much better in this heat. Not the time, ran through Scott's mind as he began the elaborate play. It worked beautifully, Scott faked right, threw the ball against the backboard as a pass to Kevin. Kevin then spiked the ball through his legs to Jake, who caught it perfectly, took the boost off Kevin's back and dunked the ball. As they were celebrating the success of an elaborate while walking off the court, Scott remembered that he had left his shirt as well as the rest of his belongings. "I'll catch up with you guys in a minute." He said starting to jog back across the court where he left his shirt, cell-phone and car keys. He retrieved his belongings and then looked up at the sky, "beautiful day," he said under his breath, his eyes lost in the blue with white cloud streaks that made up the sky for the day. He shook his head and began walking back, noticing that his friends had already left without him.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Tirin on April 27, 2009, 07:21:56 pm
Name: Peter Young, generally known as Tirin.

Sex: Male

Age:  347

Keyblade: N/A

Drive Forms:

Appearance: Tirin appears as a pale, muscular boy standing five feet, ten inches tall and weighing something along the lines of one hundred eighty pounds. No matter what environment he currently finds himself inhabiting, he wears nothing more than a black cloak and tunic, as well as (also) black trousers - even in such frigid areas as the far north of Cosna, he is entirely at ease in such apparently inadequate clothing. His hair is dark-brown and falls to roughly eye-level in the front.  His eyes change between green, brown, and grey periodically or at will. Covering his feet are black leather boots (Which were once brown, but have after dozens of years have gone through so much bloodstains to 'warp' in color) - however, none of these features gains him much attention. His single most obvious feature is the black sword nearly as long as he is tall strapped to his back, it's hilt protruding over his shoulder. He wields this weapon with incredible, almost oblivious ease, even going so far as to slash men in half with a single fluid stroke. He also maintains that the blade speaks to him telepathically, although whether or not that is true is unknown - people just don't call him on it.

If he ever releases the entirety of his power in anger, however, his form changes entirely to a monstrous warrior that takes refuge in humanity's greatest nightmares, his skin warping to a shadowy black as he grows two feet taller, like-colored wings taking up residence on his back. His eyes burn a hideous red, and death follows in his wake, an uncontrollable monster released for a length of time ranging from a few hours to several months. In contrast, with valiant intent he merely experiences this growth and the 'sudden' appearance of angelic wings.

Personality: Tirin is an intelligent (although incredibly lazy for the most part) person, curious about everything and making it his business to delve as deep into the affairs of others as is possible. Despite hundreds of years of experience with almost every problem to be had in Cosna behind him, he is cheerful and a bit of a womanizer, probably a result of his teenage body.  While certainly able to distinguish between the concepts of good and evil, he has no real preference between the two of them and will not treat people according to their beliefs on the matter, but absolutely hates to see the latter of the concepts triumph; It always unleashes the most brutal of monarchs, and through them the cruelty of the human soul. While possessing an explosive temper once it is aroused, it is quite thankfully buried deep beneath the seeds of laze and wish to uphold 'his' world's honor, laws, and customs.

Personal History: While his personal history would be incredibly difficult to document adequately in a single book, he has made adventuring his only major ('major' meaning 'life-consuming') interest in the last few hundred years, aside from actively seeking out a woman to spend his time with. While he is not well-known in the least near the beginning of his escapades nearly three hundred and fifty years ago, he has personally claimed to have served as a catalyst for most (if not all) major events, whether or not these events had a positive impact on the world. This includes the legendary Fifty-Year War, during which time the northern and southern sections of Cosna turned against each other in a massive conflict that ended with a terrible recession in the economy, and centered around the power that the Church held (and still holds) - each wanted control of the Church and the ability to sway the citizens to their 'side'. During this period, Tirin (and most other warriors of his caliber) fought for the severely outnumbered northern kingdoms, those in the south ruled mainly by brutal monarchs who would do whatever it took to get what they wanted, even if it meant the ruination of their kingdoms, which Tirin was all too happy to oblige to.

Significant Other: None, although he is actively seeking for one throughout his travels.

Education: No formal education; Learned everything he has through experience and a particular interest in magic, particularly the domains surrounding the concepts known as Darkness, Light, Cold, and Time. He began adventuring at a relatively young age.

Occupation: Self-proclaimed Champion of the Realm.

Morality: Chaotic Neutral. Tirin does what he wants, when he wants, to get what he wants, and will help or harm whoever he has to in his pursuit of happiness. He tends to take the 'helpful' way, mainly to gain more allies, and has nothing but scorn and hatred for brutal tyrants.

Interests/Hobbies: Reading, studying, music (Both playing and listening).

Habits: Often sings, even during combat. Drinks more often than is necessary. Finds the need to curse every so often.

Likes: Women, causing 'natural' disasters, sweet (and/or alcoholic) beverages, decent food, and, above all, a decent challenge in combat.

Dislikes: Tyrants, unnecessary brutality.

Fears/Phobias: Tirin's only fear is that he will one day find love and it will be snatched away from him permanently and without warning, leaving him hopeless for the rest of eternity.

Talents: Magic: Tirin's list of (commonly-used) magical abilities tend to lean towards consuming his foes in clouds of corrosive shadows and shaping raw energy to his will. He only uses what he knows of time-based magic in emergencies, as, in his mind, it takes the fun out of combat.

Talents: Physicality: Tirin is strong and fast beyond any normal human being, and would probably consider a battle with fifty brigands an unfair fight - in his favor, no less. That said, against an equal number of trained warriors, he would have to rely on his magical strength much more than his physical, keeping his distance.

Goals in Life: Without a lifespan to speak of, Tirin lacks any goals to achieve before it ends; The only thing resembling it is to find somebody to settle down with amid all of the suffering covering the rest of the world, and live in relative peace, called on when he is needed.

Motivation: Tirin's motivation is to become a "God" - which has a much different usage in his world than it tends to in others. In Cosna, a God is a champion of spells or steel, able to overcome entire armies by themselves, and very much respected (and, in some cases, completely feared) by the general populace. He does this to follow in the footsteps of his cousin Matthew, who he looks up to as a role model despite his age.

Three Wishes: Tirin’s 3 Wishes are:
1. To find true love - something he has never experienced despite an infinite lifespan.
2. To keep having fun for the rest of eternity.
3. (Uncharacteristically) To get rid of every tyrant in the countries of Cosna.

Misc.: Eyes turn red when angered. This is mostly a warning to those around him.

Intro Post: Tirin woke up in a small hut in the far north of Cosna, unsure of the time - it was still dark out, but these days, it was always dark out. Judging by his general alertness, however, it was somewhere in the early A.M., since he had gone to sleep around 3 in the afternoon. Getting himself dressed as quickly as he possibly could, he placed the large blade on his back and teleported to the city of Palpitin, filled with large castles and majestic buildings - under which nestle nothing but villainy. He strolled around the back alleyways, making as much noise as he possibly could to attract a little 'attention'.

Sure enough, a small crowd of roughly a dozen men formed around him, pressing him back to the cool stone that made up the majority of the city's buildings - and all of them in this district. Their eyes went to the large hilt protruding over his back, but they didn't much care - it was nothing to them wielded by a kid who couldn't lift it with two arms. They drew several short blades, one drawing it to the teen's throat. "Give us all of your money, and we'll let you go. If not, we're going to take it. Understand?" He hissed, his eyes showing an intelligence evidently not possessed by the rest of the group. "You have no idea who the hell you're messing with." Was Tirin's annoyed reply. "Hm... Well, we've got our answer, boys. Somebody wants to play t-" He let out a strangled cry as he fell to the ground, his own blade driven into his throat.

Within a few minutes of eager bloodletting, the entire brace of bandits were lying on the ground, dead or close to it, and each missing a limb - mostly arms or legs, but one or two had been decapitated. Their blood was spreading thickly on the ground,  seeping into drains. The boy flicked his wrist, the gore coating the sword flicking onto the wall in the moment before he sheathed it, leaving the alley with an entertained grin on his face. The criminals hadn't been a challenge in the slightest, but they had certainly been an entertainment to watch flounder about in their own vital fluids. A single coherent thought rang in Tirin's mind: Ah, it's going to be a long night in Palpitin...


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Yamaha Square-Enix on April 29, 2009, 07:26:01 am
Character Sheet:

Name: Jaki Solonoph

Sex: Female

Age: 82

Keyblade: Star Seeker

Drive Forms: (leave this empty for now; it will be explained when needed)

Appearance: Jaki is an Erephon (EH-reh-fon), or a 'Long-lady', the feminine form of Long-man in our common speech, a race of usually nature-dwelling humanoid beings. Erephons have traits of having one part of their body, commonly either the neck, one of the arms or feet, are significantly and extra-ordinarily longer or larger than the rest, as well as they are bestowed with a lasting lifespan as long as half of a millennium.As an Erephon, Jaki is bestowed with a left arm nearly as thick as a stump that longly reaches a few inches pass her knee.

Jaki is as young as a human adolescent nearing to her own maturity. She has a glorious wavy and darkened brown hair which, traditionally, she keeps braided with most layers into a single knot tightly like a rope, while the untied and loose remainders of her hair are left hanging wavily on her rosy cheeks and wide forehead. She has a flat nose, lushly-hooded eyes with blue pupils, and eyebrows rather thick while her lips are humble like a quiet rose, rather as if she seems like a silent person. She is as tall as a meter and another meter-half together, and she has a body rather slender, but not very slim like an hourglass lady. Her body is touched with the tone of darkened peach; brown dozed in a mix of light.

Like most of her kind with a single arm significantly larger than the other, she wears a special sleeveless blouse that requires to be buttoned at the back, and often she prefers those with cherry red textures, with her silked white skirt merged with transparent flower-like figures which is no longer till her knees. Her boots, a foot higher than her ankle, are made of brown softened bark - a faulty material during rainy weathers - and silk.

Personality: As she is trained like her siblings, technically, every Erephon dwelling in the same clan as her is considered a sibling, Jaki is supposedly a humble, straight-backed person; formal. Though this is true when around her more formal elders, in reality she is talkative and full of gossip, or at least she tends to as mild as she could without intentionally hurt them. She is calm, and not usually easily irritable, but when something that she fears threatens her to death, she screams her lungs out as if it was the end, like there was no tomorrow,  yet among most Long-ladies she knows, she would usually take the lead as well as taking the first step. She is indeed very friendly, not afraid to greet the person first unless she was told not to, and caring of her friends despite her gossips.

Personal History:

Significant Other: None; despite gossiping of how handsome few certain men of their clans are, no one of her age of her race are allowed in relationships till she reaches her lifespan of a hundred years.

Education: She as well as her sisters are being trained by their elders. Mainly of cosmic theories of their universe,

Occupation: Still in education.

Morality: Neutral Good

Interests/Hobbies: Thrill seeking, Paraphols (a sport of the Erephons wherein two teams pummel a ball with any part of their body and shoots it in a Goal-ring of the opposing team, with one for each team.),

Habits: Gossiping on everyone, though she gossips only to people she is close with.

Likes:

Dislikes: Too much formalities,

Fears/Phobias:

Talents:

Goals in Life:

Motivation:

Three Wishes:

Misc.:

Intro Post:

WILL BE COMPLETED SOON. I PROMISE.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on April 30, 2009, 01:32:38 pm
Reposted with some epic updates, because I finally got over my laziness and decided I care.


Name: Andrew Rogers

Sex: male

Age: 14

Keyblade: Forward Unto Dawn (see avatar; created by deviantART's PhoenixTrooper: http://phoenixtrooper.deviantart.com/)

Drive Forms: N/A

Appearance: Andrew is a Caucasian male who stands just over five feet tall, weighing in at a startlingly light 113 pounds. He has long, dark brown hair, which is swept across his forehead to the left, leaving no part. His hair falls just above his eyes when worn in such a manner, as it always is, casting a faint shadow over them and occasionally spiking outward slightly around his right eye in the coolest way possible. His eyes are such a dark brown that they are sometimes mistaken for being black, a trait that he has been complimented on many a time by his female friends, notably Alex. His wardrobe usually consists of an Element t-shirt (usually black or gray), blue jeans, and white DC sneakers.

Personality: Formerly a very shy person, Andrew has recently developed an outgoing and very attractive personality, making him impossible not to get along with unless he's the one who has a problem with you in the first place. He loves cracking jokes, which almost always land perfectly, and has been called "Lord of 'That's What She Saids'" by two of his friends. Sarcasm finds itself in constant use by the boy for its humorous effect, although at heart he is a kind, caring person.

Personal History: One could say that Andrew was spoiled in growing up; he was given nearly everything he asked for, and wasn’t forced to participate in activities such as sports when he showed no interest (which he now regrets… stupid gym class!). Video games and cartoons played a major role in the boy’s life until roughly age twelve, when he dropped the cartoons for more “mature” television shows, such as Heroes on NBC, and began playing video games with more complex mechanics and deeper plots. He found that making friends came easily for him- he even made friends with several kids that once bullied him, albeit through... “undesirable” means. After making an enemy out of a once-friend (as if that could describe the horrible event!) in order to become “cooler” (which did, in fact, work), he swore that he would develop an empathy for even the most disgusting and emotionally disturbed people, so as to avoid another “accident.” He does not regret losing this friend, although he does regret the means by which he did so.

Significant Other: Although he currently has no girlfriend, Andrew has fallen completely in love with Alexandra Fiandaca, one of his best friends. She doesn't return his feelings, but that does nothing to change the fact that he would do literally anything for her, including kill or die, in a heartbeat.

Education: Andrew currently attends Reynolds Middle School, alongside Alex and his other friends. He participates in the “ALPS” Enriched Language Arts program, as well as takes the Algebra course a year early, as a part of the Enriched Math program at his school. Despite taking these more advanced classes, Andrew is far from nerdy. He often questions whether or not he belongs in the advanced placement math course.

Occupation: Seeing as he's only fourteen and a job at such a young age is not only optional but would require his input of time and effort, Andrew is currently unemployed.

Morality: Andrew acts only in the best interest of himself and Alex, willing to do anything for her, whether or not he personally believes it morally acceptable or right. When presented with a situation that has little effect on him or the girl, however, he tries to act on a good moral code and benefit as many people as possible.

Interests/Hobbies: Writing fictional stories, jamming on his electric guitar, hanging with friends, and slaughtering Organization XIII for the umpteenth time on Kingdom Hearts Re: Chain of Memories or Kingdom Hearts II are three of Andrew's favorite pastimes. Friday nights on which his friends are too busy to hang out are usually spent running through The Castle That Never Was on a KH2 file saved just before the entrance, which is never saved over so that he can replay the World whenever he desires to do so. When it comes to playing guitar, although he's not the worst player in the world, he is considerably less skilled than some of his other friends, most of whom have been playing for much longer than he. "Town Called Hypocrisy" by Lostprophets is one of his favorite songs to play, its upbeat and highly addictive chord progressions never failing to put him in a good mood.

Habits: Although not so much a habit, Andrew is practically addicted to text messaging and blasting his iPod. It's rare to see him "unplugged" outside of the classroom.

Likes: Alex, music, video games, texting, writing

Dislikes: Tyler McKeen, Joseph Keim, rap, nerds, jocks, people who think they know everything/are better than everyone

Fears/Phobias: Andrew only has three true fears in life: losing Alex, the concept of "forever," and the idea of becoming paralyzed. Losing Alex would be, in his mind, the worst thing that could happen to him; ask him why, and he'd respond that she's just too.... perfect. Maybe not by definition- no one is- but perfect for him. And so, naturally, fate being the motherfucker it tends to be, the second worst thing to losing her is due to become a reality in the second week of July; she's moving across the country to Arizona. This ties in to his second large fear, the concept of "forever," in that he fears that while he and she will undoubtedly stay in contact via text and instant messaging for the first few months at least, in all probability that won't last long and he'll never see her again. Not that "forever" didn't scare him prior to his falling for Alex, however; the idea of no end- of infinity-has made his head spin for years.
He also is one of the many people who consider total paralysis a far worse fate than death; the idea of being able to see, to hear, to smell, to breathe, but unable to move or speak, is as scary a thought as any. It would be like being confined to a prison within your own body, lacking all control whatsoever with no hope of ever regaining it. Got an itch? Oh well. Gotta ****? (Or, worse yet, gotta crap?) Too **** bad.

Talents: Andrew has been called a, quote unquote, **** amazing writer. He concurs.

Goals in Life:
  • To, someday, hopefully end up with Alex.
  • To become either a famous writer or a screenwriter for some hit TV show.

Motivation: Andrew's love for Alex and his own best interests are the driving forces behind practically all of his important decisions.

Three Wishes:
  • That he and Alex will, eventually, end up together. Happily.
  • Time manipulation. Oh, what fun would be had...
  • That his singing voice wasn't the piece of **** it is now, and was actually good.

Misc.: (to be added at some point before the RP starts, assuming I think of anything)

Intro Post:

(WARNING: THIS IS THE SAME AS THE  RP'S INTRO. I ONLY REPOSTED IT HERE BECAUSE IT DOUBLES AS MY INTRO AND MY SHEET LOOKS TOO SHORT WITHOUT IT.)

“**** it…” Andrew moaned in pain, dragging himself out of bed and across the room, clutching head with his left hand. It had been exactly one week since she left, and every day the pain seemed to at least double, usually triple… or worse. The headache, the heartache… Oh, the heartache. It felt as if the boy’s heart itself was dissolving within him, ever so slowly, yet oh so quickly and painfully. Why did she have to go? he thought, slamming him hand down on the “OFF” button of his alarm. Why the **** did she have to go?

Forcing himself into an outfit more suitable for school than simply a pair of black boxer shorts, Andrew tried everything to advert his attention from the thought of Alex. Unfortunately, trying not to think about something- or, as in this case, someone- in particular accomplishes nothing other than thinking even more about them. Like telling someone not to think about a purple elephant. Popping in his earbuds and tiredly scrolling past several popular (and several relatively unknown) artists on his iPod nano, affectionately named “The Old New Nano,” due to its still being a relatively new model of the nano, although not the newest, he finally settled on Lostprophets, a favorite band of his.

Backpack fully packed and slung awkwardly over his right shoulder, the fourteen-year-old trudged down the stairs, every step as if through hell, knowing that today was one of his final days where he could go to school and expect to see Alex. Arizona, he thought, thoroughly confused. Why the hell there? Out of all the places to go, why the **** pick Arizona?

Hell, why go at all?

Setting his backpack down against the white front door, the paint of which was beginning to crack and peel in one or two visible places, Andrew made his way to the kitchen, yawning as he flicked on the light. From the refrigerator, he retrieved a Snapple Apple, although he wasn’t really in the mood for a drink at the moment. He was never in the mood for a drink anymore.

Sipping at the red liquid, he walked through the doorframe, oddly yet conveniently lacking any form of door whatsoever, to the room that, while called the dining room, rarely was in fact used for dining. He pressed the small circular button on the side of the laptop that rested on the wooden table that took up a majority of the room and took a seat in the wooden chair placed before it, watching silently as the black screen flashed to life, displaying for him five options to choose from; five names, one of which was his own, a small icon displayed next to each, particularly the helix symbol that was seen so frequently on Heroes, an ex-favorite TV show of his, as his own. He clicked the S-like symbol with no hesitation whatsoever, scarcely blinking as the screen transformed into the silhouette of Sora, the main character of the Kingdom Hearts video game franchise, which served as his wallpaper.

Double-click the Mozilla FireFox icon. Watch the white-colored homepage pop up, a simple design of a red fox and the Earth displayed next to a search bar at its center. Click the deviantART link to “Venthus’s” page on the “Favorites” bar just below the url. Minimize the page. Open AIM. Username: PresetFatality. Password: ********. Check Buddy List. Online: “ColorMeToxic xXx”, "JIFFIEMIX72" and “themightytruk.” Maximize Internet.

The white arrow of a mouse cursor glided smoothly across the gray page, coming to a rest hovering just above a button labeled “Statistics.” Andrew clicked it. Another jerk of his hand and the cursor found itself hovering above another button, made available by clicking “Statistics,” this one labeled “More Stats.” He clicked this as well, and frowned at his lack of having picked up any more favorites or comments on his work overnight.

With a tired yawn and wondering why the hell he got up this early, Andrew closed out the internet and opened Microsoft Word 2007, not exactly eager to finish another chapter of “Venthus: Arcanum” alone, but more or less prepared to do so. He had fans, after all. Best not to keep them waiting longer than necessary.

He found himself almost praying for an excuse to step away from the computer for a few minutes by the time he had written a mere three paragraphs. It wasn’t that he didn’t like writing- quite the opposite- but rather that writing seemed to be all he’d done lately. He hadn’t even spared his Xbox360 or PlayStation 2 so much as a glance in the past three weeks, and hadn’t played them in a good five or six.

Which was when he saw the light.

It was a mere brief flash of light, illuminating the back of the room on the other side of the kitchen, but it was unmistakably a flash of light that should not have been. Not when Andrew was the only one awake, not at 5AM.

Naturally, this phenomenon piqued Andrew’s curiosity, and he found himself halfway across the kitchen before he even realized he had stood up. Of course, he was much too lazy to turn back now that he was nearly there, and thus lazily popped his head around the corner to peer into the family room and humor himself with the nonexistent light that he had imagined.

Instead, he almost **** himself.

There, sitting atop a red, plastic chair much too small for even a ten-year-old, PS2 controller in hand, sat a man clad in the same black robes identifiable as Organization XIII’s from Andrew’s favorite game. On the television screen, Wisdom Form Sora Dashed clear away from a deadly lance attack by Xaldin, picking up a Jump reaction command, loading his counter to 9.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

Jump.

The screen blurred, Xaldin crying out in agony as he fell to Sora’s Kingdom Key. A pop-up notified the robed man that he had just obtained a Magnet Element. “Cute game ya’ got here, kid,” the man spoke, his a touch of humor in his voice. “Really does the Secret justice, it does.”

Andrew was at a loss for words.

“Tell me,” the man said, wasting no time in cutting to the chase, “what would you say if I told you that the Keyblades and Heartless and Nobodies of Kingdom Hearts are no less real than you or I?”

Andrew was silent.

“Yes,” the man went on, “indeed they are. Which is why I have come to you. Someone, you see, has been unlocking the Worlds, exposing their hearts to whatever might stumble across them. Under normal circumstances, this would pose no problem, except for the fact that the Door to Darkness, too, was unlocked mere hours ago, and a Heartless horde has been continuously pouring out ever since, showing no signs of slowing.”

“Of course they are,” Andrew sighed sarcastically, scared shitless but unwilling to show his fear to… whoever the hell this guy was.

“The Keyblades of the Realms of Light and Darkness have already chosen their masters, and quite capable masters they are, but I fear many Worlds will perish if the two go about their business trying to restore order alone. They are two deeply flawed individuals, and personal reasons as well as their lack of understanding their job will make it a difficult transition into their new lives as guardians of the Worlds.

“I simply need you to go out into the universe yourself and seal the Worlds they do not. Tidy up after the pair, if you will.”

“Right,” Andrew laughed. “And if I don’t?”

“Then your Earth itself will fall to their incapable hearts; the darkness will overwhelm it, and all shall be lost in a matter of days. It’s how things work. You have little choice if you are to save the ones you love.”

“Okay. I’ll bite. What about the Door to Darkness, then? I gotta seal that, too, to keep the Heartless out?”

“No. Fate shall choose the warriors whose unfortunate destiny that is. Fate has no say in the power I give you.”

“I see.”

The robed man nodded.

Without warning, the shadows of the room cast by the television’s glow against the furniture began to dance to life, yellow orbs of eyes manifesting on the materializing faces of feral-looking entities composed of pure blackness. Neoshadows. Andrew’s jaw slipped open, his eyes widening in horrified yet excited disbelief at the sight of the creatures.

He snapped his head in the direction of the robed man, but instead found himself falling backwards, sinking through the floor itself, shadowy tendrils flying up around him in all directions and wrapping themselves around his body, only tightening and pulling him deeper and deeper into a pool of liquid darkness as he struggled.

A sudden jolt in his heart forced an agonic scream from his mouth, and he could have sworn that he saw a green spark dance across his chest for the briefest of moments. “No!” he roared, panicked and pissed as **** at the robed man who was responsible for this. His eyelids sagged and breathing slowed, senses merging into a blurry mess. With whatever strength he had left in him, he made his presumably last thought audible, albeit only as a faint whisper, as the shadows overtook him: “Alex…


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on May 02, 2009, 03:54:10 pm
Created World
Sky World

Info: The world's atmosphere is only held together by a generator after the entirety of it's landmass was destroyed in a massive war. The people of sky world live in communal air cities... While some live on their own. The ruler of sky world is a tyrant who calls himself, The Air Lord, who rules through fear, torture, and intimidation tactics. He resides in a massive air dreadnought called, The Ultimate solution. To travel, people travel in small personal ships, if they're rich, or dirigibles if they are poor, like 95% percent of the people are. There is a resistance war going on lead by, The people's hand. They are several out-gunned by the Grand Army of the Air Lord. Many of the scientist who have tried to re-create land-mass for the people to live on disappear mysteriously, though everyone knows it's the work of the Air Lord who wishes to keep his domain the same.
The level of detail, its almost as if I can make this world visually appear in my mind!!!


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on May 02, 2009, 07:15:47 pm
The level of detail, its almost as if I can make this world visually appear in my mind!!!
Which reminds me, can you see the urealms forums or are you ip banned? My world's on a thread there, and it would be alot easier to just link than copy and paste, and take up alot less space on these forums. But if you wouldn't be able to see it, then there's no point in linking it.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Dr. Nog on May 02, 2009, 10:30:30 pm
Happy? It's gone!


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on May 03, 2009, 10:06:29 am
Which reminds me, can you see the urealms forums or are you ip banned? My world's on a thread there, and it would be alot easier to just link than copy and paste, and take up alot less space on these forums. But if you wouldn't be able to see it, then there's no point in linking it.
I think the idea is that only Pony can see the worlds. That way its an experience for our characters to explore them. It is hard to roleplay going somewhere you've never been if you have just read 5 pages on their way of life and customs.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on May 03, 2009, 11:41:23 am
I think the idea is that only Pony can see the worlds. That way its an experience for our characters to explore them. It is hard to roleplay going somewhere you've never been if you have just read 5 pages on their way of life and customs.
True, I'll just link it when the time comes.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on May 03, 2009, 12:07:12 pm
True, I'll just link it when the time comes.
I wish he could just hurry up and start, I mean none of us are starting at the same place so we can all join in at different times...


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on May 03, 2009, 04:18:25 pm
I wish he could just hurry up and start, I mean none of us are starting at the same place so we can all join in at different times...
I think he's waiting for people to submit their worlds first.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 04, 2009, 04:23:08 am
I wish he could just hurry up and start, I mean none of us are starting at the same place so we can all join in at different times...

Waiting for the two half-done sheets on here and until I can talk to Shadowbolt at school today about his changing his mind about whether or not he's interested every five minutes. And assume nothing about the beginning, I can't start without all of you for a reason.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on May 04, 2009, 08:32:10 am
Waiting for the two half-done sheets on here and until I can talk to Shadowbolt at school today about his changing his mind about whether or not he's interested every five minutes. And assume nothing about the beginning, I can't start without all of you for a reason.
But Andrew I'm bored!!!!!


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 04, 2009, 02:29:54 pm
But Andrew I'm bored!!!!!

Shadowbolt's joining with a slightly-modified version of his All's End sheet. I don't see too much of a problem in having bandanana start a page or two late, plot-wise, so I'll finish the intro post now.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on May 04, 2009, 02:32:18 pm
Waiting for the two half-done sheets on here and until I can talk to Shadowbolt at school today about his changing his mind about whether or not he's interested every five minutes. And assume nothing about the beginning, I can't start without all of you for a reason.
Well, I'm not going to be done with my world for a while, as I'm putting in insane amount of stuff into it. I could sum all the rest up in a basic over view, and hopefully by the time we reach it I'll have finished with it and can give a completed version.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Wildrose on May 05, 2009, 08:48:23 pm
We're supposed to submit our worlds? I have no objection, but I can't imagine we'd be visiting Risu's worlds. They're pretty unpleasant...  ;D


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on May 05, 2009, 08:53:29 pm
They're pretty unpleasant...  ;D
Well that pretty much guaruntees that we're going there.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 06, 2009, 06:43:01 am
We're supposed to submit our worlds? I have no objection, but I can't imagine we'd be visiting Risu's worlds. They're pretty unpleasant...  ;D

You don't have to submit a ton of info on 'em, just some basic stuff. You never know, we might end up there eventually.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Wildrose on May 07, 2009, 06:34:43 pm
Okay, since you asked for it, here's a bit of info on Risu's worlds!

For starters, there's three of them and a major outpost/mining centre over the Maelstrom. Risu's people are hyper advanced technologically, and long ago learned how to artificially create a material that can be used to punch through the barriers between worlds. While it can be made completely artificially, it can also be mined from the Maelstrom, hence the outpost there. When this discovery was first made the population of the initial world was close to unacceptable, and they saw no reason not to expand into several nearby worlds. This happened so long ago that the exact details of who the original inhabitants were and what happened to them are completely lost. No one even remembers which world was the original one.  They are now referred to as Glory, Harmony and Reason.

Considering their current state, the names are somewhat ironic. Long after the two extra world were colonized, Risu's people went through some violent civil wars. The end result was the institution of a special AI system, backed by nanites. The nanites had existed for some time and had given Risu's people long lives, greater strength, agility and the ability to heal extremely quickly. But now they were put to a more sinister purpose. They were used to prohibit violence. The rational behind this was that since we do not have a right to harm someone else, prohibiting anti-social acts could only be a good thing. Also, many other acts were prohibited, such as stealing from a citizen, etc. Also, a caste system was implimented. Each level has slightly different limits to their actions, and different access to the nanite/AI systems.

Theoretically, there should have been a 'ruling' class who determined all the limits of the AI functions. But there is not. No one currently alive has the authority to change the AI systems at their most fundamental levels.

For our purposes, Risu's worlds are most unpleasant. People are being constantly monitored everyone outside of their private quarters. Fiction that is not based on fact is illegal, and all entertainments must be approved. Poor attitudes towards social roles can result in penalization or, at the worst, reorientation. Risu has been close to that a time or two, but managed to skate by. The cities themselves are beautiful, often built high above the ground with flowing walkways and amazing technologies, but they conceal a deep rot within. While the technology is amazing, it has been a long time since there were any great advances, and the population continues to decrease. When the AI system was first implimented, the average lifespan was almost 500 years. Now it is down to 200, because while the AI prohibits suicide it cannot prevent a kind of passive suicide. While the population is still in the billions, it is half what it was when the AI's were first introduced.

If we wanted to visit these worlds, a lot of magic would have to be involved. Risu's people don't believe in or use magic, so their systems are curiously open to it. False backgrounds would be necessary... visitors from other worlds are only permitted at the outpost otherwise.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Stealthy Killington I on May 07, 2009, 09:08:24 pm
Good News, Saturday will most likely be the 'Stealthkill gets caught up on all his RP **** day'. I'm hoping to get my sheet and another chunk of my world done then.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on May 08, 2009, 12:42:28 pm
bad news, GERIAND WANTS TO **** START THE RP ALREADY!


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Shadowbolt654 on May 08, 2009, 02:35:20 pm
Name: Joe

Age: 14

Sex: Male

Appearance: Dark brown hair of short length with few curls that decreased in number around the end of 3rd grade. Tan skin mainly caused by excessive time spent outdoors. Joe stands roughly over five foot and is of the natural body weight for his age group. His body shows no sign of a muscular appearance other than one of an ordinary eighth grader. Surprisingly he has smooth skin showing no sign of what people would call a ‘teenage acne takeover’. A first glance would catch you looking into a pool of dark brown eyes, as a friendly smile would spread across his face pulling you out of the spell his eyes would cast.

Personality: Joe is a naturally shy guy. He wouldn’t dare to pick a fight even if it was brought upon him. Normally he would not care what others think of him. Although, his friends would play a huge role. Around them another side would emerge. A side that would surprise the average mind. On the outside Joe would look and act like a kindhearted person. Although on the inside, it was a different story. Years built on hatred towards others who would not allow him to speak his mind. Things that people would call different or out of the ordinary. He was always asking questions and always wondering why. Some people would call things he pondered on ‘weird’, while others would understand him and find an answer to the question. You would have to put time into getting to know both sides of Joe and hope that you would get on his good one. If caught on the bad side, he could make you feel unimportant as if you were nothing to him.

Occupation: Joe currently holds no occupation other than his daily chores around the house (if you can count that).

Education: Reynolds Middle School is the school he currently attends. Although he does not score top of his class, he would be considered smart. Proudly attending enriched language, otherwise known as the Gifted and Talented program, along with Honored Algebra, he finds satisfaction in these achievements he has made.

Family: In Joe’s household you would find his mother Rose, his father Joe, his sister Juliana, along with his four cats and a dog. Each and every one would support him in anything he sets his mind to. Joe usually gets what he desires by using his words other than his fists. Joe has been raised to believe the most powerful and intelligent choice of words can defeat any type of physical action. He believes in this and lives according to it. Although if necessary, a deadly sensation would take over him, gradually evolving into physical actions.

Significant Other: Joe is one that loves and desires the undisturbed calmness of being alone. He is not one who would give you more than a three word answer if a question was asked. He would not enjoy one person other than the other, mostly because he would treat everyone as an equal. He currently
holds nobody endear to his life.

Religion: Joe is currently Catholic even though he highly disagrees with most information he would be told. Many questions are left unanswered and he believes they have not yet been proven. He would have to see it to believe it. In the future he plans to have no religion, believing in what he finds true. Joe would not second the chance to debate with someone in their religion, enjoying the moments that the person who opposes would ponder in thought.

Hobbies: Gaming, Archery, and Guitar are the three things that you would find Joe doing. In gaming, Joe would become overly addicted and this would lead him to eventually quitting the game. Although a month later he would have a change in thought and possibly come back to the game. Everyday after school, you can find Joe in his backyard with his Hunter’s Bow in his hand, along with an arrow tightly drawn back as he aims at a cardboard box target he has set up. Seconds later he would release the arrow as it pierces through the air eventually breaking through the target, usually coming through the other side because of the amount of strength put into the shot. A satisfied smirk would form on his face as he would put yet another arrow onto the bowstring, glancing at his next victim. Entering Joe’s room you would hear the sometimes serene tone of chords put together to form a peaceful and soothing melody, while other times the sound would be terrifying making a tone built on anger and hatred.

Personal History: When Joe was about eight or nine years old he could remember one gloomy day at a park. He was hanging on the monkey bars, gradually making his way to the end. As he made it to the end, satisfied with himself, he made his way down to the ground, feeling the rough wood-chips nipping at his hands. To his left he noticed an old woman, talking to what he supposed was her Granddaughter. A voice shouted, “Joe, time for lunch!”. He recognized this voice to be his mother’s. He made his way past the old woman and heard a low, scratching voice, mumble a few words. He looked back saying in his not yet developed and innocent voice, “Excuse me?” The woman looked back towards him in confusion. “Oh, I’m sorry! I was talking to my Granddaughter.” She replied in her elderly voice. “You have beautiful eyes there! Although they look as if to be missing something.” The woman continued to talk although Joe was already nearly running back to his mother. To this day he can still remember these words, along with her elderly voice. He would always wonder what that something was and if this woman was telling the truth or not. As the years have gone by, Joe has rarely changed. He was still the shy little boy that everyone close to him has grown to love. Every now and then he would look into his bathroom mirror, staring into his eyes, not noticing a thing.

Keyblade: Kingdom Key of the Realm of Darkness

Misc.: Many things irritate Joe. One of these things being when people would act cruelly to his friends. He would sometimes not know what to do in the situation and feel horrible for not aiding the victim. When Joe dislikes someone it does not end there. It would gradually lead to him hating the person. Although being the shy person that he is, he would of course respect the person as he or she has done no harm to him. Joe loves being in the dark. At night he would sometimes sit outside and listen to the stillness of night. Even in his room he would leave a window open to feel the slightest amount of breeze coming into his room. Even though things may irritate Joe to a great extent, everyone has a weakness or a fear. To Joe this would be his fear of heights. Ever since a boy he would hate rock climbing on the fake walls they would have at festivals and other places with a wide variety of activities. Although sometimes he can overcome this fear, hearing the bell be rung as he makes it to the top of the wall. Hearing the sound represents, his fear being overpowered by his own willpower.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 08, 2009, 02:37:56 pm
Note that Shadowbolt's sheet follows a different format from all of yours, and his Keyblade is one that I specifically placed on an "off-limits" list. Just so there's no confusion, he had special permission to re-post his Kingdom Hearts: All's End sheet and use one of the Kingdom Keys. He is not breaking any rules, thanks for your concern.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 08, 2009, 08:27:15 pm
Act I



((From his point forward, please use the OOC thread for out-of-character comments. That's what it was made. If absolutely necessary, you can post OOC in this thread, but only in a double-set of parentheses, like I'm doing now. Thanks!))



Robert neglected to answer. “It's good you dropped by, actually,” he said darkly, changing the subject. “I met with King Tyranus this morning- the old bastard still stands strong. He wants to meet us all, the Seven Heroes of Albion, or whatever the hell it is they call us nowadays. Save for Sam, of course."

Reading the shocked and confused expression on Christina’s face, he added, "He says he'll give you back your freedom- remove the bounty- if you comply. I would, if I were you. Your so-called ‘heroing’ will be made that much easier once you’re not wanted as a criminal. Hell, maybe you can even score a coin or two off it. Whatever higher power there is knows you could use it, and so do you.”
   

***


“Awaken,” said a voice, cool and smooth, echoing a thousand times over within Risu’s head, each echo blending into the previous so that before long the noise became one continuous hum. The man struggled to pull open eyelids sewn shut with tiredness, finding himself lying atop a neatly-made bed in the center of a green-carpeted room. Dozens upon dozens of polished wooden bookshelves were scattered throughout the room, each housing hundreds of massive volumes with impressive titles, such as “The Beast Within: A Study of the Nature of the Heart” and “Born of Darkness: An Examination of the Creation of the Heart.”

Leaning against one such bookshelf was the black robed man from the station, completely immobile. The elaborate sword which he wielded during Risu’s previous encounter with him was nowhere to be seen; this detail was likely for the better. “Hello, Risu,” he spoke, without shifting his gaze from the particular patch of carpet just before his feet. His voice was calm and smooth, chillingly so. It was that of a young man’s, in his mid-twenties at the absolute oldest, but Risu knew that meant not a thing.

A strange aura seemed to flow off of the figure and into Risu’s heart, confused and angry. Intensely light, but with the faintest hint of darkness at its core- Risu could feel it, as though it were some tangible force just floating there between them.


***


The sudden chill and wetness that overcame Jeff was unpleasant, to say the least.

“Ungh…” he moaned involuntarily, his entire body sore, as if he had just fallen from some great height. None of his bones felt fractured or broken, however. Opening his eyes, he found himself sitting in a gray brick fountain in the center of a bare, Victorian-esque town square, the surrounding buildings painted a dark shade of orange that would look disgusting anywhere else, but seemed perfectly in place here. The moon hung brightly in the black sky above him, one of the stars to its immediate left blinking out of existence just as Jeff looked up at it. Wherever the hell he was, the place had a strange feel to it; not quite Earthly, yet strangely familiar.

Homey, almost.


***


“Hello…?” asked a voice, innocent and feminine. Young. Joe pulled his eyes open and the image of a beautiful blonde girl maybe a year older than himself blurred before him before focusing with alarming clarity. Joe’s vision had always been 20/20 perfect, but this was… insane. He could see everything; every individual hair on the girl’s head, every eyelash- even a tiny speck of dirt no larger than a needle head that rested on the side of her nose. Her deep blue eyes scanned him upside down in relief, but a confused relief at that; she looked at him as if she had never seen a human being before, despite her being one herself, intrigued.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” she smiled, her eyes never ceasing to flick up and down over his body, oh so slightly. But not too slightly to go unnoticed by Joe. “Uhh, I’m Naomi,” she said awkwardly. The faintest hint of pink touched her cheeks. “Are you okay? You were passed out in the middle of the Second District, so I brought you to my house until you woke up…”

Joe noticed for the first time that he was laying atop a neatly made queen-sized bed, near-spotless white sheets draped over them. He didn’t doubt they were spotless prior to his lying there, seeing as she said he was passed out in the middle of the street and consequently probably not the cleanest person in the world. The room was relatively small, maybe fourteen-by-ten, with a polished hardwood floor and white walls, various posters depicting bands Joe had never heard of plastered over them. The girl herself was dressed in a tight pink shirt that showed off her shapely figure and far-too-short jeans that barely covered her upper legs, which were smooth as glass.

“Here, let me get you something to drink,” she offered, speaking quickly and nervously, dashing out of the room before Joe could object, even had he wanted to; he was parched. Where the hell was he?


***


The smell of blood on steel drew a wicked grin to Tirin’s lips, another body falling limp from his blade and cracking its skull against the concrete ground. Blood spilled from a gaping wound in the formerly wanna-be gangster’s chest, ran a short distance, and assimilated itself into the red pool of liquid death surrounding the small pile of corpses resting before a large green dumpster in the alleyway.

A cool breeze blowing down the alley ruffled the man’s hair, and he closed his eyes, taking in the serenity of the silence. A million images danced past his closed eyelids of the power he knew he would someday possess once he achieved godhood, each a million times more exciting and pleasurable than the previous. A disoriented moan came from behind him, but he passed this off as merely a product of his imagination and integrated it into his daydream in the dirtiest way he could fathom.

Until it sounded again, louder and obviously in pain.

It was a male voice, for one thing, completely turning him off of perhaps his favorite daydream yet, and it belonged to someone young, perhaps as young as Tirin himself appeared; fourteen-ish. It came from behind the dumpster, thoroughly confusing the man; he had chased his latest kill around the dumpster not five minutes before, and no one else was behind it- how could anyone have gotten back there since without his knowing?


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Tirin on May 08, 2009, 08:44:24 pm
"...DAMN it!" Tirin exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as his fist collided with the wall, producing a small shower of stone, the dark material appearing to sponge up the blood coating the ground. After a few long minutes of simply standing there, a slight drizzle beginning to pour down and wash the red liquid into the gutters, the ancient (by human standards, at least) warrior making a note to find himself in the company of a few beautiful women later on; Love or not, a man had certain needs that absolutely had to be met, and they were only stronger for those who were basically perpetual teenagers. Flicking the blood from his sword and onto the wall, as was his custom, he sheathed his sword and walked towards the voice of the wounded person - if it was a teenager, he could just give the boy some help. And if it was an idiot thinking he could escape punishment through pure acting skill, he would be disappointed. No god would be foolish enough not to double-check their handiwork.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 08, 2009, 08:50:51 pm
Propped against the back of the dumpster, barely conscious, sat a boy of, as Tirin had predicted, roughly fourteen. His long, brown hair was swept across his forehead to his left, leaving no part, and mildly spiking out around his left eye. He wore a gray t-shirt with a white circle emblem with an upwards-facing arrow inside it on the left shoulder, the word "ELEMENT" curiously spelled out below the circle in capital letters. The boy's blue jeans were torn slightly on one knee, a tiny trickle of blood flowing from the wound, although other than that, the boy appeared mostly unscathed. Another quiet, agonizing  moan escaped the boy's lips as he stirred and shifted slightly, his head rolling to the left, eyelids briefly squeezing shut as he did so.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Tirin on May 08, 2009, 09:03:48 pm
"...Magic. All of it, magic." Tirin whispered to himself, unable to accept the (sudden and apparently impossible) appearance of such a strangely-dressed teenager of anything else. Instead of deciding to ask the disoriented and, strangely enough, barely conscious teenager any questions about who he was and where he was from, he shouldered the kid and teleported... Away, a few feet outside of his own home, and running into it as quickly as he could - such a manner of clothing as the boy had for himself certainly wouldn't protect him very much, assuming he was normal, or even in that general range. He set the kid down in his own bed, not much bothering about getting a bit of sleep for himself - after more than three hundred years, he had a massive surplus of energy from something as simple as a short time spent killing slow, weak criminals. "He had better not be in a state like this for something as simple as a little cut on his knee, or I'll kick him out and he can fend for himself in the inhospitable, barren wastes..." He trailed off, hoping the kid would regain some semblance of awareness and asking the questions, "Who are you, and why and how are you here?", assuming he could at least speak.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 08, 2009, 09:19:15 pm
"Alex..." was all the boy whispered, barely audibly. His eyes remained shut, his breathing seemingly normal. Not being a doctor of any kind, Tirin couldn't diagnose the boy of anything but extreme tiredness. The boy's left hand gradually made its way to lay on his chest just above his heart, and his fingers clenched in a loose fist.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Wildrose on May 08, 2009, 09:49:17 pm

Risu looked around slowly, taking his time. He had not expected to awaken. He had, in fact, expected to die, his body crushed into nothingness in the Maelstrom. He had hoped it would be relatively painless but hadn't expected it. No one knew exactly what happened to a person that fell into the void.

So this room was... unexpected. He didn't believe in the afterlife but if he did, he couldn't imagine it being a rather well-appointed room. Certainly not one with books.

Risu's gaze fixed on the books for a moment, and a bitter smile played across his lips. The titles were enough to tell him they would have been banned in his world. He had owned a book once, as a child... it had been taken away and destroyed by his mother. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even recognized the books for what they were. All approved records were stored electronically on his world.

So he was most likely not in his world at all. That was interesting, to say the least. He had always wanted books.

Risu then turned his attention to the man, examining methodically. The youth of his voice meant less than nothing... people could live forever, although none ever did. But he couldn't see any of the subtle signs that would have given him a rough grasp of age. The robe was part of the problem, but not all of it. Risu frowned as his machine telepathy and some other, less defined thing registered the aura. It was uncomfortable, and Risu felt something inside himself react, radiating a bitter cold. Risu winced, pressing a hand to his chest for a moment. The cold was not just an aura, it was physical, and his breath suddenly steamed in the air.

"Who are you?" Risu said, looking at the man. His only guess was that he wanted something built... or designed. If it was the latter, Risu was surprised by the man's perspicacity.  Very few technicians could make original designs. Risu was one of those few. "What do you want from me?" He waited for the reply, trying to ignore the chill in the air and idly wondered how he could stop that. The cold seemed to come from him.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 08, 2009, 10:05:09 pm
Ignoring Risu's first question and continuing to stare at the ground, the robed man replied slowly: "What I want from you? No. I only want one thing, and you certainly can't give it to me. What he wants, on the other hand," failing to mention who 'he' was, "is for you to design and construct a... unique machine. He says you've got a knack for things like that." The man turned his head to stare directly at Risu, and although his eyes were shrouded by an impossibly dark shadow cast by the hood, Risu could still feel the burning of the man's glare in his chest, as if he was staring straight into his soul- or, rather, his heart. "Risu..." the man said slowly, putting unnecessary stress on both syllables. "Hmph."


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Wildrose on May 08, 2009, 11:18:05 pm
"I am the best." Risu said without any trace of arrogance. It was simply a fact. Almost all the creative, technical innovations of his generation bore his namestamp. "I'm surprised that he is aware of that. My achievements have not been noted." They were in his personnel file, but that was not a plus. His superiors were either envious or threatened by his achievements, and they actually made him more suspect to the mental health authorities. Creativity was not valued or rewarded, and was a pittance compared to social reliability. Creative genuises were considered mavericks that had to be closely watched... which was somewhat fair, Risu had to admit. He was certainly a maverick.

"What machine does he have in mind?" Risu smiled then, as cold as the aura radiating from him. "And what's in it for me?" If the robed man could truly see Risu's heart, he would see a heart that was powerful but grown cold and scarred, with a flickering rage deep within like condensced, distilled darkness. Most hearts could not have bourne that poison, but Risu never noticed it.

It was just who he was.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on May 09, 2009, 04:36:56 am
((I'm quoting each bit that I reply to, and colouring it blue so it looks nicer,  in order to make it easier for me and you in this initial bit, I will stop once we are all together))
Robert neglected to answer. “It's good you dropped by, actually,” he said darkly, changing the subject. “I met with King Tyranus this morning- the old bastard still stands strong. He wants to meet us all, the Seven Heroes of Albion, or whatever the hell it is they call us nowadays. Save for Sam, of course."

Reading the shocked and confused expression on Christina’s face, he added, "He says he'll give you back your freedom- remove the bounty- if you comply. I would, if I were you. Your so-called ‘heroing’ will be made that much easier once you’re not wanted as a criminal. Hell, maybe you can even score a coin or two off it. Whatever higher power there is knows you could use it, and so do you.”

"Work for Tyranus? I'm disgusted your even suggesting it!" Tina replied, her hands curved slightly so as to resemble a cat claw and one reached down to her side, to her rapier.
"Why would he want me to work him?" Tina asks, she knows she has prolonged her stay long enough and slowly walks towards the window in case a quick get away is required. "He hates us all Robert! Even you and Karl!" She says, still keeping her voice low so as not to attract the attention of anyone else.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Tirin on May 09, 2009, 04:59:52 pm
"That's that, then..." Tirin said with a sigh, leaving his room and lying down on the large sofa, figuring that even if the kid woke up before he did - which wouldn't really come as a surprise, he tended to sleep a little longer than he meant - he wouldn't be able to get anywhere, thousands of miles from civilization in an arctic wasteland fraught with powerful, seemingly unnatural creatures (some of which were created by the experiments of the only wizard taking residence nearby (Tirin himself, of course!) as a sort of defense mechanism for anyone who decided they wanted to kill him, or even find him. They would come to him in need of rest, and prove their dedication all at once.). Within a few minutes, his breathing evened out, and his mind wandered back to continue his fantasies from earlier on. A warm smile formed on his face as who-knows-what wandered in and out of his consciousness, all of it evidently pleasant. Godhood was going to be beautiful, that much was completely certain to him.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Zane Locke on May 09, 2009, 10:24:11 pm
"In exchange for the removal of your nanite conditioning," the robed man said slowly, pausing momentarily to read Risu's expression after the words left his lips, "he wants you to build a device that will replicate my heart indefinitely. This library is a bottomless fountain of knowledge pertaining to the heart and every imaginable aspect of it, and its lowest floor also serves as your workspace. Any tools and equipment you need will be provided, as well as food and a place to sleep. All he asks is that you don't question his desire for such a machine, but that shouldn't be much a problem, seeing as I don't exactly know, myself."


***


"Fear is far stronger than hate, Tina," Robert said darkly and eerily quietly, his gaze momentarily shifting to the far side of the room. "You of all people should know that. These aren't exactly the safest times for the kingdom, and something.... big has come up. Bigger than the Chaos Deities, some would argue-- I would be one of them. Albion has never seen half such Darkness. Tyranus isn't requesting your assistance, Tina-- he's begging for it. He's begging for all of us."


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Wildrose on May 10, 2009, 01:16:42 am

Risu stared at the robed man, and his expression briefly revealed the depth of his rage. But it was quickly smoothed into ice, and Risu's green eyes narrowed as he spoke bluntly. "You lie. Do you take me for a fool?" The contempt in his voice was withering. "No one alive has the system permissions to remove the restrictions without lobotomizing the AI. Which would lobotimize ME." Risu snorted. "If that's your friends plan, then I respectfully decline to have my brain melted."

He had no doubt whatsoever that that was precisely what would happen. His people didn't go in for fiction, so horror stories... weren't really stories.

The idea of replicating a heart intrigued him, but he wasn't about to reveal that to the other. He knew that outsiders referred to the 'heart' not as an organ, but some... emotional essence. It was one of the things his people didn't really believe in, and Risu wasn't sure he could replicate it. But he wasn't about to try for a lie.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Mesmerio on May 10, 2009, 12:07:33 pm
"Fear is far stronger than hate, Tina," Robert said darkly and eerily quietly, his gaze momentarily shifting to the far side of the room. "You of all people should know that. These aren't exactly the safest times for the kingdom, and something.... big has come up. Bigger than the Chaos Deities, some would argue-- I would be one of them. Albion has never seen half such Darkness. Tyranus isn't requesting your assistance, Tina-- he's begging for it. He's begging for all of us."

"You really have become his little pet haven't you Robert, how sad..." Tina responded, she stared at her friend for a moment. "and if this big thing has suddenly appeared how come I haven't noticed it? Don't forget Robbie I defeated Jederia, I'm more then a match for whatever this new threat is, I don't need council from your little king and your knight commander."
Tina actually laughed as she finished her sentence, misinterpreting the gravity of the situation she still believed it to be a potential trap or possibly a meeting with Abi, she wasn't prepared to walk blindly into either.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Itsuki Koizumi on May 16, 2009, 01:51:33 pm
Jeff got up and pndered his surroundings. "Why the hell do these buildings feel so weird? They look normal. They have normal building creeks. I would taste them but I don't know the taste of normal buildings..." He whispered to himself. "I wonder what- Hey, why am I still sitting in this pond for Christ's sake?" Jeff stood up and looked around. "I still can't put my thumb on it." Jeff walked out of the fountain and shook off some of the water, much like a dog. All right, I guess I should try and put all of this together to find out where I am. There are a lot of stone buildings, and this seems to be larger than a normal town. Jeff looked up at the giant moon, brighter than he had ever seen. And there's no way I'm even in New Jersey anymore, because I have NEVER seen the moon that big. So I guess I have two options. I can look for someone to ask where I am, or I can go crazy about how I just fell down a massive **** abyss that was on the side of my bed. I guess I'll go with the former. Jeff thought to himself, as he began to look for someone, anyone to ask for assistance, no matter how dangerous they looked.


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Wildrose on May 21, 2009, 08:37:10 pm
*whistles dixie while eating crackers and covering one eye*


Title: Re: And the Hero Will Drown -Kingdom Hearts-
Post by: Tirin on June 26, 2009, 05:10:59 pm
Matt DAMN it, Pony!