alexa, SOMEHOW, I knew it was you......lol.
xD
FORTE EEZ NOTZ UZING FUTURE SPHEK TO RHUIN TEH AR PHEZ!
Right! Nice to see you guys! :36:
SO! This is chapter 2, where we get to see some of the first hints of ACTIONY ACTION that ACTUALLY happened on the website!
Oh yeah, that's right....Harte isn't actually a member of KH.....in fact, she's just the eyes and ears of the viewer during the times of action! ACTION! The meeting between her and Alexa is QUITE made up....but I have to admit.... I do a good impression of Alexa.
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ID YOU KNOW THAT::
Harte is actually based off a crazy, zombie loving earl from Final Fantasy Worlds? The Earl kidnapped young ladies and turned them into undead that could resist the cure element! Spooky huh?:36:
Harte is derived from the word "Heart." I also named characters after a few other word plays, like in my quick write-up of Final Fantasy: The Crusade of Two Worlds. I named two of the characters "Faye" and "Joyce" after the words "Fate" and "Choice". I'm thinking of adding two new members in here called "Destamni" and "Soel" ((Destiny and Soul.)) but that's up for debate between me myself and I.
I think that Enigma, a character you're going to see here in this chapter, has a rather ironic name. He has a lot of secrets you'll learn with my character, that are pretty interesting. ((Of course, he's changed it to Max Aeros now, so the irony is lost.))
Enjoy!
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Anna Wallace sat down in her dusty chair, and woke her computer from its hibernation, with a smile. After a day of Geometry and Chemistry, this was exactly what she needed. She'd just check her Myspace and then go read a book...besides, she had to catch up on her book report for English 10.
But her eyes fell on the Kingdom Hearts website that she had bookmarked, and felt a twinge of guilt. Should she check on these guys first?
Uh no....bros before hoes.
Despite thinking that....Anna couldn't help but wonder what had gone on during her absence. Without another thought, she clicked on the bookmarked link, and immersed herself in the most popular topic of the day....
"Practice Round: Celox and Pinky. No intrusions."
THE STORY MUST GO ON.....THE STORY.........MUST HAVE AN ENDING.
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Harte felt the mind numbing cold shoot through her body, but still kept her eyes shut. Blind to everything, she could see only the dark around her. She wasn't used to such extreme cold.....in her heart, she wished that she could have been somewhere, anywhere, where there was warmth......
And then, she felt a tiny silver of light dance across her eyes, playfully toying with her desires. Opening her eyes, she saw millions upon millions of yellow dots around her, and her body stood still in absolute fear.
The shadowy silhouettes of a million and one creatures plastered the area around her...and she could feel them bearing down closer.
I have to get out of here!
Dashing madly for the light before her, Harte felt something, like a hand, grab at her ankle and pull her down with such a force that she hit the ground hard with her jaw, and bit deeply into her own tongue. Ignoring the pain, she blasted whatever it was that had ensnared her with a beam of light, and pushed herself into the light with a jump.
"Haaaaaaaaannnnnn.......Ho?"
Harte shot up, blinking in the harsh sun. She had gone from extreme darkness now, to extreme light...and was slow to adjust.
But there was something new about this light. With it, there was also heat....below her, she could feel under her hands and feet....dirt. Hot dirt.
Still half blind, Harte felt this ground through her fingers, and with her sense of touch made a general assessment of where she was.....or, at least tried. She couldn't really tell where it was she had landed now....Harte was hoping Hollow Bastion.
But no....her eyes were affixing themselves now...and instead of Hollow Bastion, Harte found herself in--
"Olympus Coliseum? How the HELL did I get in here?"
Harte frowned....Alexa must have had a blond moment and sent her here instead of where she had needed to be. She should have expected as much.
While Harte was lost in her own thoughts, something shook them loose from her head, and focused her on a new mission....the steady flow of people who were entering a building not far from her location. One of them had stepped on her hand, which had been feeling the dirt, and it quickly awoke her from her dazed state.
Where could these people be going? The question bogged down on Harte's thoughts until she finally relented, following a stout man in a toga into the archway of a marble building. Inside, it was cool and pleasant, yet still dark....so dark that torches had been attached to the walls.
The people were heading up in separate levels...some to the middle floor and a handful to the top level, but the bottommost section was so very crowded with various people, that Harte didn't even think of wanting to get into such a mess. So instead, she ventured up to the middle section, where not-so-many people were heading up to. Apparently there was something really great on the bottom level, but decided the middle road was just as fair. <----((A quote from a poem, the "Road Less Traveled"...everybody knows that poem....))
But before she could do so, she bumped into someone tall, and judging by the way she bounced right off of them, they were much stronger. Stumbling slightly, Harte looked up and saw a tall gentleman, blinking in slight shock of being run into, but looking only slightly surprised that she fell back like that.
But Harte was staring at him in enamor. This man, this Micheal the Arch Angel incarnate, was astounding...his hair, raven black, fell down in layers only a few inches past his ears, the ends lightly growing off in separate lengths past that point. He had a pleasing face, the visible portions of his arms well toned, and from what she could tell under that navy blue tunic, possibly worked out a great deal. But in all of this, hitting her (literally) at once, Harte saw something striking about this gentleman.
His eyes were a brilliant, beautiful, dark orchid. The iris gleamed and shimmered with a purple hue that, if she hadn't run into him, would have knocked her flat down either way.
This man extended a hand, and helping her to her feet, her heart jumped up into her throat. Harte brushed herself off, and quickly smiled to him.
"I'm....I'm sorry about that, bumping into you Sir--"
"
Please," he told her, with a smile, "
The fault was all mine, I'm trying to find a front row seat before the match begins..." He looked her over, and winked. "
Would you like to join me? I'm sure I can get you a seat."
Harte nodded, stupefied. His voice was just as angelic as his appearance. Following this mysterious young man in a half-zombified daze, they finally found a seat close to the northern end of the stage, and sat.
The girl was still staring blankly at this man, and when he turned to her, she quickly looked away, and he chuckled.
"My name is Enigma...it's a pleasure to meet you Miss...?"
"Oh....erm....H-Harte....My name is Harte, it's....what they usually call me." How stupid...he wasn't THAT cute.
Enigma nodded. "
Harte, that's a nice name. Is there--"
The voices of a million people rose into the air with a scream, as a muscular man with a goatee and many crimson tattoos appeared from the southern end of the arena, and he walked coolly to the center of the ring.Harte spotted a pair of swords attached to chains on his back...how frightening. His arms went up, for silence, and the folk in the arena became as a grave.
"Who is that?" The girl questioned to Enigma.
He shrugged. "
I'm new here...I have no idea who this guy is."
Harte was shocked...here she was thinking he was some adventurer who could help her get to Hollow Bastion....but he was a n00b just like her.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, various people of the worlds," said the man, in a voice that matched his gristly and tough appearance, "
I, Kratos, Master of Olympus, and Ruler of this world, have a delightful treat for you whom are here today....a showdown of epic proportions! Prepare to have your thirsts for battle quenched by these two, very brave, very bold combatants today in this very arena!"
Kratos paused, and through his thick lips, he smiled, and the crowd stirred with anticipation, as if waiting for something.
"
ARE YOU READY TO RUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE?!"
Very voice in the stadium roared their approval, as Kratos gave a bow, and turned to walk up a flight of stairs on the eastern wall, where an announcers' booth was perched over the screaming ocean of people. On each side, a screen flickered to life with the words: CONTESTANT INTRO.
Harte found herself amused, this fight might teach her a few moves she could use in the future. Turning to look at Enigma, she found that he too was smirking slightly, clapping his hands in a semi-amused fashion.
"
FROM THE EAST CORNER," Kratos announced, his voice booming over the noise of the people, even without a microphone, "
THE SADISTIC DEMONESS FROM THE DEEPEST PART OF THE DEEP JUNGLE...THE COLD HEARTED, COLD BLOODED KILLING GODESS.....LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IF YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART, PLEASE LEAVE THE ARENA NOW......"
Harte gulped. Leave?
"
TOO LATE NOW! YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE TO HATE HER, THE ONE, THE ONLY, CEEEEEEEEEEEEEELOOOOOOOX CAAAAAAAAAAEDOOOOOOOOOO!"
The reaction caused Harte's ears to ring, and she covered them as the words: Celox Caedo: flashed across the screen in a blood red color. She looked to the east corner and saw a pair of jet black, ferocious canines, gnashing their teeth and roaring in reaction to the crowd. Held back securely by chains, what shocked Harte further was their controller.
This person, this creature which she had never seen before, was a tall woman, dressed in a raven-black cloak and night-colored bodysuit...sunglasses perched upon the bridge of a sleek nose, and small traces of a mixture of green and purple eyeshadow. Her lips were dark with black lipstick, and her skin was almost like porcelian...if not for the acception of the many visible scars and injuries this woman had, it would have almost been accurate to call her a living doll. Knee high boots stepped with a jingling sound into the airy dust, while buckles and chains which attached the bodysuit and the cloak clanged together. Slender and with so beautiful a body, Harte found herself wondering how this woman became a fighter.
As if there wasn't enough black on this elegant lady, her hair was nearly chopped off at the armpit; also black.
She was tall and slender, and something about her held a malice which was unspeakable......for the look in her eyes, even hidden behind the sunglasses....felt rather frigtening. Celox held these dogs of hers with little to no effort at all....and they looked to be rather big beasts.
Harte noticed something. Her ears were pointed. She was a demon.
On the screen, Harte saw Celox raise an eyebrow, as if expecting a bigger welcome, and the people did to her bidding, cheering her on further, until she nodded, and the people fell silent as Kratos introduced the second fighter.
"
AND NOW, FOR YOUR SECOND COMBATANT....A NEWCOMER FROM THE DEEPEST PART OF ATLANTICA.......PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINKY ROOOOOOOOOOOOSE!"
This time, the reaction wasn't as enthusiastic....in fact, it wasn't so at all. Bottles, trash, and random junk poured from the stands, pelting the incoming fighter before they could even make a statement.
From the west corner entered a slender young lady with the most interesting hair color she had ever seen.
Bright, glaring azure...almost a cyan color. It flowed in layers down all the way to her flanks, and curled down almost like an ocean. She was rather thin, yet appeared well built, and carried herself rather confidentially despite her welcome. Dressed in a blue tunic with flowing white sleeves, she adjusted a peculiar, diamond-shaped object that was fastened onto her arm....looking like a deep blue, shimmering shield made of crystal. This Pinky Rose was a character....her name alone was.....interesting at best.
The crowd chanted for the round to begin, and Harte could see, in the booth, that Kratos was lifting a heavy-looking piece of metal to a large, round circle behind him....a gong.
The blast, with Kratos's muscles rippling in the ringing of the gong, echoed for miles and miles, it would seem, and even in the darkest recesses of Tartarus, the souls of the damned and tortured could hear its cry of battle, and wept in somber silence.
Celox moved so quick, that Harte could hardly see where it was she had stopped. Apparently, Pinky hadn't seen her either, because the hit she took was so severe that it knocked her back without giving her time to draw out her weapon. Voices from the stadium rang in approval, as Celox was seen appearing slightly behind the girl, with two twin Katana gleaming in her hands. Kratos was commenting on the match with much interest.
"
Oh, a harsh hit from Celox...she's certainly not one to let up, even on a n00b!"
Harte blinked. Rose was new too? She looked like she had been around just a little...
But her thoughts returned to the fight when the ocean of people around her roared with protest, as Celox called away her canines. Well....at least Pinky wouldn't suffer from any bite marks.
But now the girl had her weapon out, a gleaming sword made out of such a shining material Harte could have sworn it was glass, and the deepest blue she had ever seen in her life. Rose held it with ease in one hand, and beckoned the demoness to attack with a confident smile.
"
Oh," Kratos boomed, from the box, "
It looks like Pinky Rose is getting a little confident!"
He was right, Rose seemed to stand a little taller, despite being smacked around like that...and Celox appeared not to care. The older woman pounced up and took another brutal hit to the side, bouncing off the wall, and then coming up for a second round.
The first attack hit the shield, and the crowd gasped in amazement. Apparently, Celox Caedo wasn't one to miss a hit. But the folk of the stadium quickly rose again with cheering when the second attack sliced right into the arm in which Pinky was carrying her sword.
The cry that came out of her mouth was a shocker, and Harte stood dumbfounded as a crimson river of blood gushed from her right arm. The wound was tremendous...and in such short time! Harte could hardly believe it...and judging from the look Enigma had on his face, his eyes slightly wider, and his hand covering his mouth....he was shocked as well.
But Celox was standing with a smirk on her face, her arms crossed, an eyebrow raised as if to say:
"Is that really all you can do? I barely grazed you."
Pinky took up her blade now, after staggering for a while, and tore off a little of her sleeve to stop the bleeding. And then, with similar speed as her opponent, she appeared behind the demoness, and pointed her sword at her.
Harte would never forget the words that came out of the mouth of Pinky Rose...the words so many had heard, many times before...the signature spell most would never cast out of their memories.
"
Typhoon Wave, I summon thee!"
From the tip of the blade appeared a portal of so dark a blue that it almost appeared black, and from this portal issued a HUGE wave of the likes of which Harte, Enigma, and all those within that arena had never seen. Harte felt her mouth drop open in the shock, and her eyes fell on Enigma where he too, had dropped his hand from his mouth and stood there, breath seeming to be absent, staring.
The people were absolutely stunned, as the wave churned and crashed over the demoness, sending her into the icy waters of this mass wave.
Kratos took some time to speak.
"
I....erm....that was an amazing attack from the newcomer...and I don't see Celox anywhere...I believe it was a direct hit.....uh...."
But Harte saw Celox, clawing to the west wall, positioning herself like a crouching tiger, and she pointed and shouted for all to look and see.
Happy to see their favorite, the folk of the stadium roared with glee, and Caedo shot herself towards Pinky Rose, tackling her with such ferocity that Harte knew the match was over.
Celox grabbed Pinky's head, gave a quick slash, plunged her other clawed hand into her stomach, and then kicked her brutally away into the north wall. The resulting crunch made Harte wince, and all fell into silence.
After a long, long time, the match results were determined.
Celox stalked over to where Rose sat, still bleeding profusely, and stood over her for a while, as the crowd began to leave. Harte turned to find Enigma, but found he was gone...her eyes turned to the arena--
Enigma was running towards Celox and Pinky!
Fumbling over her seat, Harte dashed off behind him, calling out for him and wondering what the hell he was planning. Enigma stood firmly, placing himself in between the young girl and the sadistic woman.
"
Stop, please...she's new, she didn't do anything wrong."
The woman snorted and looked at Enigma from behind her glasses.
"
You think because you have this idiot wrapped around your finger makes you important? I know your game. You're a post whore. A spammer. You are the epitome of a retard. I just hope," she said, turning away, "
It's not contagious."
Walking past Harte, she shot a warning look to her that sent chills up her spine, and disappeared into the west arch.
Harte shook her head. "Man....what is HER problem?"
When she heard no reply, she turned to look at Enigma, who was holding up Rose in his arms. Crimson dribbles of blood were still dripping from her arm. Harte sucked air through her teeth. That was going to leave a really bad scar.
Enigma began to carry the young lady towards the southern side of the arena, as Harte followed behind meekly.
"Shouldn't she.....be going to a sick bay or something?"
Enigma nodded. "
South end, leads to the med bay...she should be fine."
Harte looked over the pale faced, injured girl...such a fragile girl summoned such a massive, powerful wave...she found it incredible. Here, she was struggling to just shoot a beam of light...
But before she could enter the medical bay with Enigma, a sapphire colored glove grabbed her and spun her around. Harte had given a small scream, and hit him with a fist, which was first was supposed to be a beam of light, but winced in pain as a metallic hum, followed by a sharp sting, halted the advance of her fist.
Her eyes opened, and she saw a figure, blocking the rays of the sun, extending a hand to help her up. Upon taking it, she heard a very friendly, very merry voice from this person.
"
Gee, you sure have one heck of a punch there...too bad it won't do you too much good against a set of armor like mine!"
This man laughed, his face happy and pleasant. Harte blinked. His hair was blue too, like the color of his armor, of his gloves...of his eyes. The trim on his armor was a metallic blue, much like the huge, eight foot long spear he was carrying. Harte was amazed he was carrying that thing on his back....it looked very heavy.
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I'm sorry, sorry," he told her, stopping his laughter, "
I forgot to introduce myself. The name is Forte, ruler of Traverse Town. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Harte."
The other paused, and turned to him. "You know my name?"
Forte nodded. "
Oh yes, I know everyone's name, almost...I understand you need an escort to Hollow Bastion? Alexa told me she accidentally sent you over here, and asked me to come fetch you. Are you alright?"
Harte nodded, exasperated with joy, and smiled. "Oh, you have no idea how long I've been trying to get out of here....I think I've had enough of this place to last a while."
Forte chuckled. "
I'm sure you have," he said, "
I don't know why Kratos lets so many people in here, he knows that new people aren't allowed to come into the Coliseum...and certainly shouldn't be facing Celox! I guess that's why she was spared...."
"Sp-Spared?!"
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Oh yes," Forte said, as if he was talking about the weather instead of people dying, "
Celox usually doesn't let her opponents fight another round. It's not like her to take it easy. She must see something in that new girl."
Harte felt her lunch coming back up....she really didn't want to think about dying right now.
But her story would have much to do with it.
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Characters of the day:
Enigma, the Faint Light--
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Home World: Beast's Castle ((Current Ruler))
Race/Species: Human
Appearance: He is average looking 6'1 silver spikey haired young man that has red eyes. His attire consists of a SOLDIER lookalike outfit that is similar to Cloud's. The only difference is that he wears an overcoat over his sleeveless shirt with a utility belt on his left side and he wears black gloves that enhance his strength when given magic power. He wears jet black, steel toed boots. He carries a leather sword carrying case on his lower back to carry his sword Ultimatus. He wields a mysterious rod that is in the form of a ring that becomes a rod when given magic power.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Elemental Mastery:
Primary:
Darkness
Secondary:
Light
Tertiary:
Fire
Quad:
Water
Personality: Max will willingly forget whatever is in his path to get do what he needs to do, even if it means destroying the environment. He's cold with many people, warm to people he knows. He is constantly willing to prove that he is strong, mostly due to his royal lineage which also allows room for his great deal of pride and arrogance. He is sarcastic, smart, funny and almost always serious. He has the behavior of the strong and silent type.
Weapons: Ultimatus, a long broadsword that is a family heirloom, his keyblades Serenity, Dark Oath, Redemption and Rapture, a ring that takes the form of a magic repellent rod, strength enhancing gloves, along with his light and dark guns Sol and Luna.
Fighting Style: Max uses a variety of hand-to-hand combat techniques, swordplay, and various weapons at his disposal. He fights offensively rather than defensively. Tends to do whatever he can to win, but never resorts to trickery or cheap tricks. He adds his elements to his attacks to give his attacks a little more power. Uses his guns for faraway attacks as projectiles. Uses his summons when heavily outnumbered by strong foes.
Affinities: He has the body build of a warrior. His powers are derived from his usage of magic to increase his attacks or his strength. His strength is equal to a normal human, even though he has a items that enhance his strength when given magic to his gloves and weapons (that have post limits along with magic costs. limits and magic costs to be explained in weapons). His speed is his natural affinity, his speed allows him to dash great distances within a short amount of time (not without becoming tired of course) so his legs are built for speed and his arms are built for various weapons wielding. He has the speed to grab your neck, or be behind the opponent as quick as an Olympic Track Star. He is an expert in weapons, and hand-to-hand combat and has incredible aim. Always on his feet. Able to figure out the enemy and his weaknesses by battling within a short period of time.
Weakness: Since he likes to attack head on he lacks defense. the only defense he has is the barrier spell. Using powerful magic spells leaves him exhausted for a short period amount of time (1 post for recovery to use next spell thats above 50mp). Since his strength is only enhanced with items, he lacks the natural strength to perform much giving him the natural strength of a human bodybuilder (being able to lift a maximum of 150lbs). His arrogance doesn't allow him to stop any fight until he is unable to move is or is seriously injured. Cannot use powerful, multiple spells simultaneously due to the fact that he would become overwhelmingly exhausted and would need up to 2 posts for recovery. He also has a knack for saving those in grim situations as he cannot take a life of a living being except for those of the darkness, I.E. Heartless, Nobodies.
(still working on history)
History: Max Aeros was born of an ancestory belonging to a royal family of keyblade masters. He was sheltered and taught the arts of combat at the tender age of 4, he grew up a child prodigy in school and weaponry along with hand-to-hand combat. He was exceptional in magic, but has to recover after powerful spells. He wieled his own keyblade by the age of 7 and dualwielding by age 8. He was able to use his elementals by age 9. He put even the most advanced soldiers to shame. By the age of 10 he was already an elite in his family's royal guard. But one day, a massive invasion of heartless, nobodies and unbirths invaded his homeworld along with an unknown dark being. They took Max from his homeworld and ended up in the Realm of Darkness. Once there, his family's elite four were there to save him.
These four guardians, Sol, Luna, Fira and Umi battled against waves of dark beings to help his master. Luna and Fira managed to take Max through a portal destined to arrive at the Destiny Islands.
In the portal, Fira and Luna were attacked and Max landed on his head upon entering the Destiny Islands. Luna used her last remaining strength to disguise Max and his powers and transform him into Enigma. He awoke with no memories of anything, even his lineage. Soon after he became friends with the manifestations of light and darkness, Azelia and Melfice. They befriended Max within a short period of time.
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Celox Caedo--The Sadistic Demoness
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Home World: Deep Jungle
Race/Species: Half Demon
Appearance: This hybrid is in most cases only seen when she wants to be. Silent as a ghost and dressed in garbs black as the night itself, no twinkling eyes beneath the hood merely cold slitted, cat like pupils. Only the abyss where porcelain skin, pale as the luna sphere, smooth as silk…where silver scars to not cross. Celox’s facial features are often masked behind a pair of sunglasses perched upon her nose but the tail end of the crescent curve on her right cheek peeks out from beneath. Concealed by make up, ten ghastly tears through the flesh under her rib cage mark a memory best forgotten. Five argent, sleek, claw marks each side long since physically healed over. Two foot long slices down her shoulder blades, concealed by either her cloak or her long shimmering ruler straight ebony hair. The hybrid is very slender, her lithe form allowing for her agile and rapid tactics. Chest wise she is sufficient, perfectly capable of seducing prey if she requires a more subtle approach in her job which isn’t very often but if said female is in a torturous mood she is fully capable of using her body to her advantage.
Whether a stoic, glacial glare to chill the bones or a twisted grin to strike fear into the hearts of the witness there is always the presence of a pair of dagger like, ivory canines just begging to pierce the flesh and bathe in blood peaking out over her bottom lip. The sadistic female can be found typically attired in an ass length black cloak sometimes a full length one. Its sleeves are wide and of the bell variety, coming to mid fore arm. At the top there are steel clips all the way down from the slender but marred shoulders of the individual to the last part of the sleeves. The same fastenings run down her chest and stomach holding it together. Often these ones are left undone and two large canines fasten together the opening are the only thing keeping it together. This creates a billowing effect behind as she walks in any slight wind.
The half-breed tends to where a variety of clothes dependent on the job or her mood, often wearing only dark lipstick and occasional blend of purple and green eyeshadow. Her attire generally consists of leather and cloth though her bracers are steel. Most likely she will be found wearing many belts and chains as she finds their weight comfortable and their sounds cause her to be in constant training and alert as to not make noise. Her bracers hold spring blades where upon pressure is exerted in the right spot they slide out and work as an extra weapon.
Alignment: Neutral
Elemental Mastery:
Dark,
Earth &
Fire
Personality: If there was one word to describe this female it would be sadistic, part and parcel of her demonic nature. Celox is not easily phased by anything for the exception of blood, her stoic nature and cross me and die attitude has lead to an untarnished reputation of merciless slaughter reflecting on the blood lust that hounds her. It is not often that she acts upon these urges openly in the company of others but its been known to happen, especially if intoxicated by an overwhelming amount of blood permeates her senses. The ache then becomes too much an annoyance to ignore
The ebony haired much prefers her own company to others finding solace in her jungle home, where the small amount of people residing on her world are her only consistent contact but even they know to leave her alone. Through her life the paranoid female has learned only to trust herself, she holds her own sense of honour even if she does kill for a living. The demoness is hard to anger, impatient at the best of times but rarely rushes into things mentally as her physical prowess of speed enables her to strike ridiculously fast and hard without hesitating. Celox is not scared of death, instead she flaunts herself before it, teasing and slipping out of his boney grasp. One day he will take her she knows and seeks to make sure its on her terms not anyone elses.
She rarely shows emotion bar anger and pleasure through killing. Preferring to keep herself to herself as she has known nothing but hared towards her and mirrors this upon humans as a result. Her job as a mercenary or assassin only plunges her deeper in the cold ocean that is her being, surfacing only in blood lust or anger. Working independently she will gladly kill anything or anyone that interferes in her affairs or gets in the way of her job. Having a very high knowledge of medicine and anatomy. Such knowledge allows her to strike highly efficiently, whether poisoning or striking with mechanical trauma.
Weapons: Celox's primary weapons are her swords. Atrum and Lumen, now mere extentions of her own arms far from the days of only wielding them.The design for the twin swords is very similar to the firearms Atrum being midnight blue bodied with gold spikes and Lumen Gold with blue spikes. Her sword play is immaculate, accuracy and speed threaded together to form an incrediably deadly combination. Though her upper strength is rather lacking the sheer momentum buit up from agility overcomes strength enabling her to deliver lightning fast strikes effortlessly cutting down to the bone.
Atra and Albus are the two gunblades that are housed in the holsters at her thighs. On the main body of the gun is a dragon head an amythst stone for both twins eyes though Atra has gold spike fringes and a midnight blue body whereas her brother Albus has blus spike fringes and a gold head body. Their first and foremost function to fire, to destroy. Her accuracy is superb, making a kll shot from distance look easy.However the blades atop the firearms are more aesthetic then anything else. A last minute block if it came to it but Celox has her bladed bracers. A last minute resort for saving her ass as they aren't particularly strong, especially combined with the demoness's lacking ability to hold off locks because of her crap upper body strength.
Fighting Style: Celox's fighting arrangements vary dramatically from job to job. From silent, stealthy speed and silence orrientated kills to violent, slow, torture finally ending in death. However actively it all depends on both her mood and opponent. Generally the demoness is very reserved in battle. Revealing nothing of her true speed even though she fights with enough strength to cut flesh they are not normally lethal blows. The hybrid is extremely competent in speed, agility, aerobatic and reflexive maneuvers using them to keep out of her opponents reach easily as she toys with them rarely using magic for the exception of one spell which she puts into play when feeling particulary lazy or uninterested in putting effort into a battle to torment her assailent. When the porcelain skinned female grows bored of inaffectual attacks from her opponent and series of speed based assaults are executed at lightning speed, incrediably fast but no where near her limit, to strike with combination of flesh tearing slashes and bone breaking kicks, for she might be weak in the arms but because of the muscle needed to achieve such agility it makes sense that the deadly assassin be able to deliver accurate but powerful kicks.
Affinities: Her speed is her greatest attribute by far and with this she can execute many attacks lightning fast and to a deadly accurate degree. Due to her speed she is able to leap high into the air with ease combining it with kick offs to seemingly dart from walls and vertical objects though she cannot stay in these places long lest she fall.Her balance, agility and flexibility have be fine tuned to their limits and her demon blood enhances her senses ever more without need for transformation though she is sensitive to light and loud noises.
Weaknesses: Strength is her main downfall but her speed easily makes up for it.She has a foul temper and her sadistic nature gets her deeper into any trouble though she has always manage to come out of it alive. Bright light and loud noises have always distracted her though now less so with her sunglasses or if need be a blind fold. Her upper body strength is appauling, barely able to hold her own body weight should she be hanging. This makes sword locks and pins difficult situations for the female as she often struggles to recover her footholds as a consequence Celox will avoid falling down at all costs.
History:
She appeared in Traverse Town world 11 years ago, washing upon the beach with only a pendant clasped tight and marked with presumably her date of birth in the fist of her unconscious form. Memoryless and without anything to call her own, the half breed staggered into town upon her awakening her eyes in their innocent hue contrasting her slitted pupils brought her all the wrong kind of attention. Beaten and broken by several local children she finally fled the high noon sun, the light burning her sensitive young eyes not developed enough to cope and on bleeding feet she sought shelter in abandoned houses, never staying one place. She stole or hunted when she could to stay alive first learning she had some unknown proficiency with blades and projectiles even with the blindfold she wore to protect her eyes and keep their origin a mystery. A man came across the 'blind' little girl practicing with sharpened sticks and rats. He sought to use her skills and he did for pest extermination and eventually after she proved her proficiency with knives, stakes and a sling shot he used her for different jobs and demanded she learn to use a sword and gun, his cruelty knew no end through the night and days and his patience was blind to her mistakes. His violence darkened her soul, numbed her heart till she could no longer feel
So she trained blind in the day and with vision during the night till she knew no pain, no mistakes and her hunting,assassination, attributes and skills she'd learnt were to perfection. She hunted whatever her master had rented her out to kill her only payment a roof over her head and food 3 times a day. Whenever he was out she schooled herself from his library and though the income was unknown the houses they lived in seemed to get bigger and bigger and she had learnt in her youth asking questions lead to blood being spilled.
At the age of 14 her speed and abilities were immaculate and her knowledge of the world outside the walls of the large house was ever growing but her temper growing thinner and thinner with the way he treated her. On the night the curse of blood began he summoned her to his chambers and tried to 'attack' her, she snapped killing him brutally and slowly in a form unkown to her, later researched to be her demon form.
Moving out from the old house in twilight town that she used for a base in between travelling. Always extending her wisdom with the books in the house and training with the daggers, twin swords and twin gunblades she found. Ever killing, ever hunting and relishing the hereditary blood lust. Eventually it lead to her taking on Deep Jungle. Tranquility. Solace. Away from constant human presence, away from memory triggers. Over the years ruling the world the dark minded female had come more accustomed to contact with others that didn't require their demise after. Even going out every so often to Tortuga to swindle pirates of their gold. Who would expect a girl to be good at cards. Never the less it was just before her eighteenth birthday that the nightmares became cleared, anchored to her mind the next day plagueing her conscious as well.
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Pinky Rose, Vigilant Guardian of the Seas:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Home World: Atlantica ( Ruler)
Race/Species: Human
Appearance:
Hair--blue
Eyes-blue
Height- 5' 6"
Weight- 104
Clothing: Usually seen with a black cloak, heel length. The bodysuit (yeah, I wear one of those! rofl.) is white, attached to the cloak with several black, vinyl straps. The bottom "skirtpiece" of the bodysuit is attatched with five black/brown belts. The boots are knee-length, purple, and the right covered up slightly by a white legwarmer, while the left is covered by two shorter legawamers, of the same color, attached by a band of purple fabric. Keyblade attach to the belts on her waist, and the Sheild of Healing Waters is strapped onto her upper right arm with a black band of plasteel.
Alignment: Lawful Good.
Elemental Mastery:
Primary:
Water
Secondary:
Ice
Teitary:
Light
Personality: Strong willed and rather rash more often than not, Pinky Rose has had her good...and bad moments. She is rather blonde; often forgetting the obvious, or being rather clumbsy at times. Despite that, she lacks no sense of right from wrong, and does her best to keep things in order when she's able. A heroine without moral fault, she strives to make the world safe for the innocent, and takes under wing those without a home.
Weapons:
Keyblade-Admiral
Keyblade--Cyan Moon ((Her Orignial Weapon, featured here in the second chapter, is taken away from her. You guys will see THAT later!))
Shield of Healing Waters
Fighting Style: Close range combat for melee, while boasting some impressive magical long-ranged attacks. Mainly melee.
Affinities: Rose is a specialized healer, as far as water (stupid sterotypes...) goes. She is a proud and strong leader, and determined to stop cruelty and evil to the best of her ability.
Being clumbsy and unbalanced is not a good affinity....
Weaknesses: Pinky is rather nieve, and terribly emotional when it comes to evil persons messing with her allies and family. Her faith to her beliefs also tangles with her desire to be accepted and loved. Many times, she follows the Guardian Code to the point, and ends up snagged in the loopholes that come with them. Very rash, acts without though, or with very obvious though patterns.
History:
When the worlds were first created, by god, or whatever it is that happened, they were connected through a mystical lexicon, which contained the Map of the Worlds. With this map intact within the lexicon, the worlds were at peace, and intertwined by roads of light, which one could travel by foot into other worlds. The people of each realm lived in peace and harmony...light and darkness once balanced carefully, doing and undoing in the way thing should.
But Ahirman (yes, I know, I stole it from Nomora...and Prince of Persia...and the Middle Eastern Ghost story, sue me!), the God of the Darkness of these worlds, became jealous of his sister Nezuma, the godess of Light, and sought control over the loyalty of the people within the worlds. His first dark deed was to punish the people of the lands by severing the ties with one another, and Ahriman did so by tempting the Keeper of the Lexion, and forcing him to destroy the Map of the Worlds. This destroyed the roads created between them, and created empty voids where the paths once stood.
The lands which were scattered soon fell into decay and chaos, quickly taken over by Ahriman's soldiers. Seven Lords of the Lands appeared under Arhimans' summoning:
The Hunter, who ruled the world of heat and flames
The Concubine, formerly the maid-in-waiting for the royals within the land of wind and lightning
The Alchemist, who, with his knowledge of poisons and potions, soon took over the world of stone and plants.
The Warrior, whom commanded his forces against the peaceful water nation, and destroyed the icy northern temples.
The Samurai, which took control of the lands of shadows without so much as batting an eye for his people.
The King, who was forced to betray his nation in return for the life of his wife and daughters, whom were spared.
The Dancer; her desires to have power and fortune, delivered by selling herself to the Dark God.
And, the Keeper of the Lexicon, who had to let go of his beloved bride-to-be, to save her from Ahirman's power, and thus was trapped forever in the grasp of the wicked creature.
These eight people, once men and women, now served as Guardians of the God Ahriman.
But the people retalitated, and were soon forced to beg to Nezuma to send them Guardians to fight back against Ahriman, and heal the lands which had been corrupted by the Darkness which the Dark God and his followers had spread.
And they were answered with the birth of seven children, boys and girls...and they would be powerful fighters; stronger than that of the greatest elementalist that each world possessed: for they had absolute power over the elements which the people of their corrisponding worlds had.
For many years, the Guardians of Light, (as they were once called,) they tried to fight against Ahriman and the Lords of the Lands...but each time were defeated by one of the forces of Darkness, and so fell into death...but time after time, they were reborn again, and so took the fight for another millenia.
But one year, after half a millenia, Guardians of Light, something strange came over the Lords of the Lands, and they sought to kill the children who were destined to become the Guardians of Light...for Ahriman had foreseen that these Guardians would have a power beyond that of their other lives...something that must be stopped in order for Arhiman to keep his power over the majority of the worlds...at this time, only one world was safe enough for the Guardians to escape to....
The Middle Relam, named Nazarath.
The parents of each Guardian knew that their child would be in harms' way if the Lords of the Lands found their children. The parents of the Fire Guardian threw their baby into a mighty river of magma, in hopes the girl would be safe. From the land of winds, came the mother of the Air Guardian, and she offered her baby to a passing eagle (no, I still think this is stupid, but hey,) so she may find some safety. The King and Queen of the Earth Kingdom threw their baby girl into a canyon, while their guards were slaughtered by the Alchemist. The father and mother of the Water Guardian, fled their village on a small raft, risking detection from the Warrior...and in the end, the mother pushed the bundle of young child into the portal which had once been a road, while the father died at the brutal hands of the Warrior and his forces. The Guardian of the Darkness was protected by her father; whom was a mighty Demon King, and the Samurai dared not to bother the girl, but punished the demons by strapping their King to a cherry cross, and having each passer-by beat the man into the wood until, before long, he remained in the wood. And, the girl who was born on earth, with no powers at all, was safe from the Dancer's wrath...
And these girls grew up, not knowing of their strength...and one day....
In a city of Copperas Cove, the seven girls met, and became friends, not realizing that in that moment, Arhiman was defeated for all time. For they were thee Guardians, but did not know, but their friendship grew in time. And when the Fire Guardian had a vision of her strength, it was at last time for them to renew their inner powers, and defeat Ahriman and the Lords of the Lands.
Terah Gothic, Amber McCellen, Saphire Star, Pinky Rose, Kioko Marikama, and Piper Adreas soon found themselves in dangers and adventures they themselves had never dreamed of; fighting against the Lord of Earth--- Haku, Keeper of the Lexicon.
The Guardians of Earth, as now called, made new friends with a wolf demon named KI, (who is Kioko's cousin) and a mage named Shiochi Kanatawa, and faced against alies of the Haku, such as Cypher, and the Sisterhood of the Fang...and an onslaught of undead monsters, and giant, deveouring dragonflies. They fought the Black Star, and the basalisk Ga-Koro, all while dealing with Rain; Rose's dark and twisted innner side, brought out by Lord Haku. But soon, they defeated Haku (to learn that he and Kioko were supposed to be married, omg) and brought peace to Earth.
Their work wasn't done. Battling the power-crazed Cypher, and her Black Star army, the Guardians of Earth found the pieces to the World Map, and with the help of Lord Haku and Shiochi, re-created the Roads which had once connected the worlds. With the help of the people within these worlds, the Guardians defeated the Hunter, the Concubine, the Alchemist, the Warrior, the Samurai, the King, and the Dancer; thus unlocking the Black Gate, which protected Ahriman from the Guardians for several millenia.
With Arhiman defeated, the worlds once again grew and flourished in their era of peace and prosperity.
However, Rose somehow landed here in Kingdom Hearts....
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Forte, the Sapphire Soldier:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Home World: Twilight Town ((Traverse Town Ruler))
Race/Species: Human, although he has the powers to spurt wings thanks to his spear.
Appearance: Forte has an obsession with the color blue, and he reflects it in his clothing, he has naturally azure colored hair, which are arranged in a hairstyle where by it drapes over the front, and is rather messy. Forte has sapphire colored eyes, and is rather tall, about 1.7 meters tall, he wears a trench coat, obviously blue, with a black shirt under it, and a belt with jeans that go down to his ankles. He wears blue sneakers, with white outlines around the blue design, creating a spiral-like look on the shoes. Forte also has fingerless gloves that are black in color, but their half is cyan colored. His belt has 3 holsters, 2 for his sheathes of his swords and one for a blaster, should he ever get one. To his right are the holsters for 1 blaster and Irony, and to his left is the holster for Agony.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Elemental Mastery:
Primary :
Fire
Secondary :
Darkness
Tertiary :
Space
Personality: Forte is, simply put, sophisticated, various happenings place together the reason why today he acts unlike his old self. He is mature, and extremely strict when need be, especially when it concerns his town, or training. He can act like a gentleman, but mostly just stays quiet. He is an introvert, and likes to be alone, even with friends he doesn't enjoy being in huge groups, unless it is extremely necessary, like in the case of his military. He lives and thinks mostly in his mind, and unlike the old him from years before, he has stopped acting on feelings alone. He will be extra careful to analyze situations, and most of the time he can think up of that particular solution.
Weapons: The Dragon Spear
Fighting Style: Forte is rather fast, and he puts his speed to good use. Forte enjoys playing mind games, firing different arrays of arrows at different directions, using an explosion to get out of sight, you name the trick, he probably already did it. Forte also enjoys over analyzing his opponent, trying to get the most information he could get out of his opponent while in the fight, before reacting rashly to moves.
Affinities: Forte is fast, he has a good ability to analyze the situation, and he can react fast.
Weaknesses: Forte's physical weakness is the fact that he, despite it being his secondary element, is a dunce at controlling Darkness spells. His only spell so far that he had done right was Rain of Fire, and he sees it as a vast improvement.
History:
Forte was a lonely person throughout his life, when young, his parents were on a train at Twilight Town, but due to a small problem in the train, it was sent entirely off-course, flying at high speed towards the ocean. His parents soon drowned. Although he did well in school, Forte was mostly lonely, having only 2 friends that were, simply put, complete failures at life. They were the ones who introduced the joy of Struggle, and of course, the ones who made Forte interested in improving his skills in battle. One fateful day however, they decided to have some fun practicing in the underpass. Forte decided to buy ice-cream, and because of this, his life was luckily saved, the azure haired boy shouldn't die after all, or he wouldn't be here today. The boy walked happily, sea salt ice-cream in hand, before he heard a loud scream, a scream of none he had heard before. It was a scream of a man's death, and as it happened, Forte knew of nobody else in those underpass tunnels. Flinging his ice cream aside, only one thing was on his mind, whether his friends were safe or not. Every step seemed to be too slow, and the tunnel seemed so far away...As he neared it, he thought a thousand light years had passed....
Running down the stairs, he couldn't hear anything around him, it was completely silent, like a predator is stalking his prey, and he could only hope he wasn't the prey. The boy had turned around, and seen, the worst sight ever, a sight etched in his mind, a sight that had changed him. Two bodies were sprawled on the floor, blood filling up the pool of blood on them. Eyeballs were missing from both of them, and they had deep wounds, like something with spiny, razor sharp hands had pierced through them. Their bodies were filled with holes, and the sight was gruesome. His fear and despair slowly turning into rage, he faced the white cloaked adversary that just revealed itself, it was faceless, and seemed to be dancing. Just what was it? Forte didn't care, but he surely didn't want to die by it's hand. Forte began to beat on it rapidly with his bat, but of course, all his efforts were futile. All they did was repel him, and his energy slowly drained, the Dusk was only being knocked around, he wasn't receiving much damage at all. Smacking at the white creature, Forte had to think of something, just at this moment, something appeared. A blinding flash of light filled the dark, dimly lit tunnels with light as his struggle bat was replaced with a key-like weapon, a weapon that he had used until recently, the Keyblade. Using the strange weapon, he found beating down on the Nobody was much easier, but a more tiring job. His body couldn't really handle the immense weight(or at least it seemed heavy to him), and he was swinging it around like some broadsword. But nonetheless, he destroyed the Dusk. Just as soon as it had appeared however, it disappeared. Right then a voice echoed in his mind. He heard something about concentrating, and as he did, the mysterious Keyblade appeared again. Somehow, he knew just what to do, and sent the keyblade away with ease...
About 5 years later...
Forte, now completely mature, was an Elite in the Empire, he had originally joined because of Zexion's suggestion, but now, he was saddened to see his lord was gone. However the new Emperor Riku rescued him from Xemnas, and made him into an Elite. Recently though, his spear seemed to act weird..His back felt weird, like something wanting to burst out of it whenever he wielded the spear..Just what was it?
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Whew! What a workout! It took me about two days to finish doing the history, finding pictures, and typing up the story for each of these people....how exhausting! :dizzy:
Well, anyway, now the story is beginning to unfold as Enigma and my character Pinky Rose come into the situation.
I actually had to start this story from the point where they entered, as Enigma and I registered only a day apart, and became fast friends because of this particular event. Besides that, previous to the St. White's Festival ((which is coming up in the next chapter)) nothing really happened on the website anyway.
Trust me though, things are going to get VERY colorful the next chapter! How exciting! Now we get to meet some true villains!
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ID YOU KNOW::
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The fight between Celox and I actually did happen. I was so new to Role Playing that I flubbed up and she screamed at me ((thus, the "people usually don't survive")) and Enigma saved me from her. The lines where Celox accuses Pinky of being a retard, whore, and spammer, are also directed from the actual topic, as well as the line where she tells me I have Enigma wrapped around my finger. The actual screaming is MUCH longer, though...
She banned me for a week because I had required 100 posts in one day. I guess I was really hyper-active huh?
I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as the old one....and don't forget to check out my other fanfiction:
Kingdom Hearts Fiat Lux, which I've been working very very hard on since I was like in....fifth grade. It has over 1000 views; I'm really happy about that! :36:
Ah, this is my 50th post! How about that. I didn't think I would get to such a high number in so long of time, but as you can see, I have been rather busy! With all the new things going on in the Kingdom Hearts website, it's hard to keep up!
Ho, you should join that website! It's very entertaining, and much fun! The character Sora is still up for grabs as well as many of the Organization members! We have a lot of custom characters, so most slots are free. :lol:
--Peace!
<3 Pinky
((Please note, something has gone wrong with Pinky's Profile. She can't post anymore, we have no idea why.))
