Kingdom Hearts Eclipse [Sign-up/OoC]

[OmniChaos]

=Viceroy of Rego=
{An OmniChaos, Ordeith, and Orion collaboration}​

Ten years have passed since the fall of Xehanort...

Not long after Xehanort met his end, Sora met disaster... One night, his home was attacked by an unknown group of assailants. It was a massacre. Everyone and everything was shredded to pieces, the rooms soaked in their blood. When Sora’s room was investigated, it was found in shambles, more so than the others, his bed split into several pieces, and, like the other rooms, soaked in his blood. From the look of things, he had put up a good fight, but must had been overwhelmed. The only recognizable thing of Sora’s that was found was his glove, his hand still firmly inside. The worlds wept the next day, as what few remains of Sora that were found were cast off to sea in a beautiful casket.

Eight, peaceful years passed. Keyblade Masters old and new began appearing across the worlds, passing along the knowledge and responsibility of the key blade on to new students. The worlds, while not connected to each other physically, but in spirit and in knowledge, created crossroad worlds between themselves, which all flourished into great cities. These crossroad worlds acted as a middle point between worlds, allowing for commerce between worlds, the creation of worldly alliances, travel between different worlds, and much, much more. By the end of those eight years, the number of keyblade wielders had grown significantly and the worlds were all connected in a prosperous web. And while the Heartless and Nobodies continued to exist, their numbers had dropped at a substantial rate, lower than thought possible, thanks to the combined efforts of the numerous keyblade wielders and the worlds’ heroes. With the Heartless and Nobodies no longer a looming threat and the worlds’ prosperity, the worlds had truly reached a Golden Age. However, the prosperous worlds and their joyful inhabitants could not have been prepared for what happened next.

They are called Reavers. Robotic constructs that use hearts as a power source. A Reaver slowly drains everything it can from the heart and converts it into power, which it uses for everything from functioning to attacking. A Reaver continues to drain from the heart until it has nothing left to take, which results in the heart's destruction. These constructs were sent out by a man clad in raven-black armor who goes by the name of The Eclipse King. Bent on total domination, The Eclipse King sent out hordes of Reavers to do his bidding and conquer the worlds. In an attempt to defeat The Eclipse King and stop his rule before it could begin, an exceptionally powerful group of keyblade wielders approached and fought him. While they fought bravely, they ultimately were not enough and fell to The Eclipse King. At that point, mainly because he had come to realized the true threat the keyblade wielders held, The Eclipse King called for a keyblade wielder genocide. It was a horrible time: Large forces of Reavers were sent out to battle the keyblade wielders and either simply cut them down in battle or captured them and transported them back to their base of operation, where they were pitted against The Eclipse King and fell to his blade instead. By the end of that time, which has come to be known as the Black Dawn Genocide, the number of keyblade wielders had almost been completely wiped out.

As the worlds continued to fall to The Eclipse King’s unstoppable army, something strange began to happen. The worlds that had fallen were being swallowed by a dark cloud of haze. Though hardly noticeable at first, as more and more worlds fell to The Eclipse King’s iron fist, the shadow grew stronger and thicker. The light could not pass through the thickening haze and the worlds were left in the perpetual grayness of the growing shadow.

Another year passed since the Black Dawn Genocide and the number of keyblade wielders have dwindled even greater, down to perhaps a few dozen, at best. Deciding that it was unlikely they would be able to survive for long on their own, most of the keyblade wielders were gathered by King Mickey and other leaders of the rebellion and taken to Radiant Garden and the other rebellion worlds, which were hidden from The Eclipse King’s eyes thanks to the powerful magic of Yen Sid and Merlin, to be trained by the few remaining Keyblade Masters in hope to, one day, overthrow the horrible tyrant. While those in Radiant Garden train in peace, they are blissfully unaware of the looming shadow now moving to engulf them in shadow.

[The Reavers]

Patrol Series:​

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Guardian:
The Guardian Reavers are the strongest Reaver model in the Patrol Series. Despite of this, the Guardian Reavers are much less common then most of the other patrolling Reavers. This is due to the fact that the Guardian Reavers primarily act as leaders of the other patrolling Reavers.

The Guardian Reavers stand upright normally on two legs and have two arms, though there are some Guardians with four legs, four arms, or both. The legs are bulky and heavily plated, causing the Reavers to lack speed. Their arms are also somewhat bulky and plated, but far less than their legs. One of their arms normally has a weapon mounted on it, normally a sword or a gun, in place of a hand. While the other arm has a shield or possibly nothing. The Reaver's heavily plated body is large and spherical and normally have different designs on them. The Guardian Reavers have an eye mounted on the top of it's body, an opening similar to a helmet to look out through, or some other way for the construct to see. In some cases, the Reaver's back will have a weapon, normally a cannon, mounted to it.

On an extra note, the Guardian Reavers are one of the few models that can speak modern speech.

Scuttler:
The Scuttler Reavers are "foot soldier" Reavers and commonly appear in great numbers and are the most commonly seen Reaver.

The Scuttler Reavers stand on six, skinny legs that end at a sharp point. The Reaver's body is smooth and crescent shaped, the dome-like top covering the construct's delicate inners. Two red eyes stare out of each side of the head from beneath the armor. The Scuttler Reaver's white lightweight, but sturdy, armor, allows it to move at great speeds. This Reaver model lacks hands, but has two, razor-sharp, rotating scythes on each side of its body which are capable of cutting down almost anything that gets in its way. The Scuttler Reaver model range in heights, from roughly three feet tall to up to seven feet tall.

Like most Reavers, the Scuttler model cannot speak modern language and, instead, speaks though an incomprehensible "computer language" of, what sounds to be, static. Unlike most Reavers, though, the Scuttler model normally travels in a group of three to four, so that it may better defend itself.

Roc:
The Roc model patrols the skies and often acts as a spy plane. Aside from their regular patrolling, Roc Reavers also track people, making sure that the ground Reavers do not loose them.

As the name would suggest, the Roc Reaver model is a sky model and would thus be equipped with parts to help travel through the sky. For the most part, Roc Reavers look similar to a dragon. Two, large wings take the place of arms, but have blades attached to the ends of them, allowing the Roc Reavers to defend themselves. Their rust-colored body is cylindrical and ends in a long, barbed tail. The Roc model have two legs, ending with talon-like feet with a thruster built into the middle of them, allowing the Roc model to take flight and stay in the air. Without these thrusters, the Roc model could do little more than glide. The Roc Reaver's head, which it attached to its body by a long, flexible neck, is round with two spikes pointing out from the front and another crescent-shaped spike extruding from the top of the head and flowing backwards and up. In between the two spikes is a red eye.

Like the Scuttler Reaver and the majority of the other models, the Roc Reaver is incapable of modern speech and speaks with the staticy "computer language".

Transportation series:​

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Carriage:
The Carriage model was created with one goal in mind: the transportation of and steady output of Reavers. As such, it was not equipped to handle combat and, aside from a few guns along the top, does not have any weapons. During in invasion, the Carriage model is packed full of Reavers, roughly two hundred or so, as the initial strike force, which it releases upon landing.

The best way to describe the Carriage model would be a very large, flying fortress. The fortress is circular in shape and looks like the main body of the Reaver is surrounded by a wall, which covers up the center and fifty percent of the Reaver. The top of the Reaver looks like a miniature metropolis, with a "building" in the center rising higher than the others. A half dozen anti-air guns surround the miniature city and is the Reavers only weapons.

Upon landing, the Carriage model opens a small section of the wall that surrounds it, which is followed by a stampede of Reavers pouring out from within the Reaver. Once the strike force had completely exited from the Carriage model, it begins to take its second form. The wall that surrounded the Reaver lowers to the ground and pushes the main bulk of the Reaver upward until the edge of the Carriage model's main bulk and the top of the wall meet and join. The Carriage model then takes its second form: a fortress.

Sporer:
Though technically its own model, the Sporer model is normally considered apart of the Carriage model, since one (or on occasion two) are always inside of them. The Sporer model is completely defenseless, though since it is normally inside of a Carriage model, it doesn't matter much.

The Sporer model is rather simple looking: Its slate grey body is circular and looks little more than a small platform. The middle of the body glows a strange, bright white. The Sporer model has three, black legs, two on each side and one in the back, which it mainly uses to hold onto the object with the claws on the bottom instead of walking. Its black head is long and slinder, looking similar in shape to a bird's skull, and has two, green, beady eyes, one on each side of the head.

The Sporer's only job is to teleport Reavers from its twin Sporer model at the base of operations to itself. Since it is able to transport a Reaver completely roughly every five seconds, it is able to keep a rather nice flow of Reavers in whichever world it is currently in.

An interesting note concerning the Sporer model is that they are built as twins per Reaver. The teleportation of Reavers can only take place between these twins and, if one of them are destroyed, the other becomes completely inoperable, forcing both twins to be replaced.

Capture Series:​

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Cage:
The Cage Reaver is a greatly feared Reaver, not because it has any weapons or power, but because its presence always indicates doom for an unfortunate soul. Due to its use, which is to capture and transport people, the Cage model is manufactured in small amounts.

The Reaver's brown, rust colored body hangs just off the ground, no higher than two feet. Its six, spider-like limbs holds the spider-like body off the ground. The bottom of the legs are flat, instead of a point like Scuttlers have. Two shorter arms are attached to the construct in front of the six legs. A massive claw sits at the end of these shorter arms, giving the Reaver a cross between a spider and a crab look. A large, green eye peers out front of the Reaver's circular head. The construct's most obvious characteristic, hence the name, is the large cage built onto it's back. The cage is extremely sturdy and is opened by a latch at the top, which the Reaver opens with its claws.

The Cage model was based on the Scuttler model and was originally supposed to be an advanced version of them. The field tests, however, proved to be disastrous, as the Cage model could not handle a battle as well as a Scuttler could. Instead, it was modified and dubbed the Cage model.

Will be updated as more models and series appear.

[Characters]

The Eclipse Army​

The Eclipse King:
A mysterious man clad in black armor and gowned in black robes that appeared from no where and, with his great army, began to take over the worlds. He rules as a tyrant over the worlds and any who dare stand up against him are killed.

The Marshals:
Those who serve The Eclipse King, they are his greatest soldiers and are normally sent in his stead to command his Reaver army. As The Eclipse King’s greatest soldiers, the Marshals are incredibly powerful, some even enough to prove a small challenge to The Eclipse King himself, and each one possessed the power of an army.

The Rebellion​

King Mickey:
King of Disney Castle and leader of the Rebellion. When Mickey heard about the Eclipse King calling for a keyblade wielder genocide, he called for Merlin and Yen Sid to save and hide as many worlds as they could, firstly being Disney Castle. While he and several others were able to save many key blade wielders, they were forced into hiding when the Black Dawn Genocide began to peak. Once things began to settle down, Mickey and the others set out to look for anyone who survived the slaughtering. His travels took him to numerous worlds, where he discovered nearly half a dozen more keyblade wielders. Mickey moved each keyblade wielder to the rebellion worlds in secret and began to have them trained vigorously with the others for their looming fights to come.

The Keyblade Wielders:
Though once in great numbers, the number of keyblade wielders have fallen significantly after The Eclipse King‘s Black Dawn Genocide and now only a few dozen remain. The surviving key blade wielders are being trained vigorously by the few surviving Keyblade Masters scattered across the rebellion worlds in hope that they may take the worlds back from the evil tyrant. Their protection is top priority for the rebellion, as everyone’s freedom hinges on the survival of the key blade wielders.

Rebellion members:
Not everyone in the rebellion is blessed with the ability of the key blade, but they still fight with all their heart and ability just the same. Their goal of dethroning the evil emperor is just as great as the key blade wielders and they will help in any way they can. Protecting the key blade wielders is their top priority, as, without them, there is no hope at dethroning The Eclipse King.

 

[OmniChaos]

[Key Worlds]

The Eclipse Kingdom​

The World of the Eclipse - The world that serves as the sovereign nation for the Eclipse Kingdom and houses the Eclipse King and his marshals. The world is also the source of the Reaver army, assembled within the numerous factories that cover the world. Little is known about this world apart from its connection to the Eclipse Kingdom.

Crossroad worlds - Not actual worlds, but merely the crossroads that connect the worlds together in a great web of roads. Great cities have been constructed around the crossroads, taking advantage of the large commerce between the connected worlds, and grow larger and larger every year. Many denizens of the connected worlds have since taken up residence within the crossroads, hoping to further their prosperity. Since the rise of the Eclipse King, the crossroad worlds have degraded in value, with corruption and crime slowly eating away at the cities.

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- "Corona Major" - Crossroad City

The largest of the crossroad cities, Corona Major is home to many a familiar face who have decided to set up shop within the city for profitable gains. Once a vibrant and beautiful city, Corona Major decayed with the Eclipse King's rule and the filth and slime of the city's underbelly poured from every crack, consuming the city. The city remains active, however, despite the much more prominent danger the city now bears. King Louie, who set up a swinging--and, more importantly, profitable--Jazz club, serves as an undercover Rebellion agent and smuggles Rebellion members and Keyblade wielders from the world and to Rebellion-allied worlds.​

- "Corona Minor" - Crossroad City

The smaller, twin city of Corona Major, Corona Minor, like its sister city, fell into decay with the Eclipse King's rule. Unlike its bigger sister, however, the Rebellion has no agents or connections within the city and is, for all intents and purposes, a "dead world" for the Rebellion. Word has spread, however, of a small group of insurgents in the city that have been seen attacking and vandalizing stationed Reavers and have been seen waving the flag of the Rebellion.​

Fallen Worlds - Worlds of the Realm of Light cast beneath the dark shadow of the Eclipse King's rule, these fallen worlds have found themselves drowned beneath a greasy sky and covered with the Eclipse Army's soldiers. Many of these worlds' rulers have found themselves usurped by the King's men, while others actively support or oppose the Eclipse Army's overpowering presence.

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- "Starlit Town" - Pinocchio world

The once, quiet town has seen better days. While the denizens are allowed to go about their daily business, the Eclipse Army's presence in the world keeps everyone on edge and the dark veil keeps the hope of the Evening Star hidden away. Pinocchio, now a real boy, has still found a way to get into trouble, especially with his conscious, Jiminy Cricket, away at Disney Castle. Rebellion "Wanted" posters have been hung up across the town by the Eclipse Army, one depicting a large gypsy man, another wanting an "Honest John", and the last showing a pudgy, little man.​

- "Sleepy Hollow" - Sleepy Hollow world

Due to its relative location, the small, uneventful world of Sleepy Hollow was commandeered by the Eclipse Army, which turned the small world into a depot, supplying the Eclipse Army's forces over a large area and allowing them to maintain large fronts in multiple worlds at once. The depot is heavily fortified and is under the supervision of a powerful Marshal.​

- "Isle of Britains" - The Sword in the Stone world

Merlin's home world, the Isle of Britains world suddenly gained a large amount of attention from the Eclipse Army, who, with the assistance of the witch, Mad Madam Mim, are currently in search of Merlin's spell books. These spell books, or so the Eclipse Army believes, may contain information on some, if not all, of the remaining Rebellion worlds, particularly the magic behind them. Merlin, upon hearing word of this, travelled to Isle of Britains to secure his spell books before the Eclipse Army can, but has, unfortunately, forgotten the location of his books and, as such, puts the Rebellion in even more danger with his presence so near the Eclipse Army.​

- "Cursed Hinterlands" - The Black Cauldron world

Despite its secluded location, the Cursed Hinterlands of Prydain have become a highly sought gem for the Eclipse dominions. The land is saturated with powerful magics--including the prized Black Cauldron, now in the hands of the necromancer known as the Horned King. Using the relic to control an undying horde of Cauldron-Born, the Horned King has been able to withstand the Reaver onslaught, leaving the world at an impasse. Its inhabitants are caught between the will of two kings, facing temptations and threats from both factions. Without the Rebellion's aid, hope lies only in the prophetic pig Hen-Wen, and his boy swineherd. As to where they now lie, only the Three Witches can tell...
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- "The New World" - Pocahontas world

The Eclipse Army's presence within The New World is felt hard, the once beautiful land mowed and razed for its resources. The greedy Governor Ratcliffe leads the demolition, ordering the men of Jamestown to bring down every tree and dig up every ounce of gold, which he then sells to the Eclipse Army for a fair profit. The Indians have been pushed back with the receding forest front with every day, loosing more and more ground.​

- "Atlantis" - Atlantis world

An expedition funded by Preston B. Whitmore dives deep into the ocean to uncover the legendary lost city of Atlantis. With a crew of specialists, led by Commander Rourke, and Milo Thatch, a gifted linguist, to guide the way, the expedition should be a rather smooth one. Should.​

- "RLS Legacy" - Treasure Planet world

A great ship hurdling through space, the RLS Legacy is in search for the loot of a thousand worlds, the legendary Treasure Planet. However, such secrets do not remain that way for very long, and word of a map that guides the way to the legendary planet has reached the Eclipse Army's ears, who, in turn, have sent their own forces after the Legacy to claim the map and the treasure as their own.​

- "Southern Bog" - Princess and the Frog world

The city of New Orleans is bustling as never before, for the arrival of foreign prince Naveen, gracing United States shores for the first time. Innocent as this may seem, His Majesty unwittingly holds the key to the Eclipse Army's entry into this world. With the enlisted help of a certain . . . local agent, the Eclipse Army plans to use this event as a smooth transition into new power.
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Radiant Garden - Though originally one of the last strongholds for the Rebellion, the Capital of Light has since recently fallen to the darkness of the Eclipse Army. Led by the Eclipse King himself, the Eclipse Army discovered the location of the garden and launched an all-out strike against the world. The world was covered in a veil of shadows due to the Eclipse King's magic, blocking out the sunlight and creating a haze across the world. The Rebellion members that survived the Army's onslaught were forced to evacuate Radiant Garden and disperse to other worlds, leaving the garden under Eclipse Army rule.

Rebellion Worlds​

Disney Castle and Town - The base of operations for the Rebellion, as well as the symbol of light that pushes the Rebellion onward. The castle has been heavily fortified, along with numerous guards stationed around the castle, as it holds the heart of the Rebellion, losing it or even running the risk of losing it is not an option. The surrounding town has grown in great leaps and bounds due to the large influx of refugees.

Twilight Town - A peaceful world of perpetual twilight that is nestled between the realms of light and darkness, sharing with it the location of Yen Sid's tower. During the Black Dawn Genocide, the world fell to the Eclipse Army, which, after seizing the world, began to search for the powerful sorcerer who resided alongside the world. When the army's influence on the world dwindled, the Rebellion took advantage of it and led an insurrection against the positioned Reavers and marshals, leading to the Rebellion reclaiming the world from the Eclipse Army.

Traverse Town - A tiny town that once served as a refugee world during Xehanort's reign, it has once again been repopulated with refugees, seeking out a place to escape the Eclipse King's grasp.

Other​

Destiny Islands - A small world tucked away, free of any of the transpiring events that are plaguing the other worlds.

[Rules]​

1. No Godmodding or power-playing.

2. Literacy: It's understandable that no one is perfect, but no one wants to read a post full of incomprehensible crap.

3. Romance is allowed, just keep it within the forum standards.

4. The rp will be mature (e.g., deaths may be graphic). If you can't handle it, don't join.

5. No limitations for the number of characters you have. You just need to be able to keep up with them all.

6. Activity: Please, only join if you plan on posting. I don't want someone to join and never post. Also, if you do plan on joining and start up a template, finish it. Finally, I ask for the people who will participate in the rp to stay an active poster. That's not asking too much.

7. Keep the fighting realistic. No one wants to be in a fight with a person who dodges everything you throw at them.

8. Post Rise against the tyrant! above your template if your character is apart of the Rebellion or Crush those who dare oppose! if your character is apart of the The Eclipse Army.

9. We can choose to deny you from joining or remove you from the rp and may do so if it is deemed to be necessary.

10. Put The tales of the ruled shall be retold for eternity! at the bottom of your temp if you have read and agree to follow the rules.

11. Always joinable.

12. Enjoy

[Template]​

Name:
(make it original)

Age:
(make it reasonable)

Gender:
(self-explanatory)

Alliance:
(Rebellion, Eclipse Army, No Alliance)

Weapon:
(Try to stay along the lines of something you'd see in KH)

Ability(s):
(Don't go overboard. Nothing undodgable or one-hit KOable.)

Appearance:
(Pics accepted, but still add a description.)

Personality:
(Put more than a few words.)

Bio:
(Background, Two paragraph minimum)

Extra:
(Theme song/anything that does not fit elsewhere)

 

[OmniChaos]

[Cast]

The Rebellion​

Character Name | Member Name | Position | Age | Gender
King Mickey | --- | Rebellion Leader | 82 | M
Ansem the Wise | --- | Rebellion Leader | ??? | M
Yen Sid | --- | Sorcerer | 70 | M
Merlin | --- | Sorcerer | 47 | M
Riku | --- | Keyblade Master | 26 | M
Aqua | --- | Keyblade Master | ??? | F
Ogen | OmniChaos | Keyblade Wielder | 15 | M
Dædalus | Orion | Keyblade Wielder | 32 | M
Galom | Endless Strategy | Keyblade Wielder | 27 | M
Everask Solah | FairSovereign | Keyblade Wielder | 17 | M
Quel'loyen "Q" Tal'shendar | Professor Ven | Mercenary | 42 | M

The Eclipse Army

Character Name | Member Name | Position | Age | Gender The Eclipse King | OmniChaos | Tyrant | ??? | M
Abel | OmniChaos | Marshal | 10 | M
Svether 'Seven' Darakai | Kid A | Marshal | 35 | M
Animus DeCavis | Ordeith | Mercenary | 28-32 | M
Mirkhan Sei'dar | Professor Ven | Mercenary | 35 | M

No Alliance

Character Name | Member Name | Position | Age | Gender Bianca di Calpurnia "Cal" | Rhapsody | Ex-Marshal | 19 | F
Vanessa E. Valentine | OmniChaos | Mercenary | 32 | F

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[OmniChaos]

[Chapters]

Chapter I
The Fall of Radiance​

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Radiant Garden: Capital of Light and one of the few remaining safe havens for those that openly oppose the Eclipse King's rule, as well as those hunted by the tyrant. Beneath its sunny skies, the Rebellion trains vigorously, knowing full well that, one day, they will be forced to fight the Eclipse King and his massive army of Reavers. Despite this looming threat, however, the denizens of Radiant Garden keep their hopes up, believing that the Eclipse King, in time, can be dethroned. This day, however, would cast a dark shadow over the ever-fading flicker of hope, spurring thoughts of doubt and despair across the capital.

With the Keyblade wielders finishing up another lesson under Master Isamu, the members of the Rebellion hoped to enjoy the remainder of the sober afternoon. But the day took a sudden and sour turn with the surprise attack from the Eclipse King's Marshals. The Rebellion members fought bravely and furiously, keeping the Marshals at bay, but, alas, it was a losing battle that they fought, the number of Marshals being simply too many. And yet, these were but shadows of things to come, for an even greater force soon arrived on Radiant Garden: the Eclipse King himself.

Commanding a great army of Reavers, the Eclipse King quickly made his presence in Radiant Garden known. The Capital of Light was then eclipsed by the power of the tyrant, swallowed up in a haze of shadow. With another world now under his control, the Eclipse King begun his march toward Ansem's Castle, effortlessly mowing down any and all that would stand in his way. Though many put up a fight, they were simply no match to the king's overwhelming power and either fell to his blade or were forced to fall back.

Knowing that the world was lost, the Rebellion was forced to evacuate the gardens upon Gummi Ships sent to rescue them. Unable to reach any of the remaining allied worlds, the Rebellion was forced to scatter amongst the worlds, hiding from the Eclipse King's might.

Chapter II
The Chains that Connect Us



[Fated Encounters]
In another story, one much like our own, but different in its own right, two who are bound by fate across space and time meet in the fray of combat, their destiny interwoven with one another. These are the untold adventures of another story.

Animus & Quel'loyen
Come hither, Tal'shender!

The Eclipse King & Quel'loyen
Come, keyblader; come meet your fate!​

 

[Eventua]

I can't decide whether to join this or not. Thing is, I was planning another KH roleplay with Orion (only in the early stages, admittedly), but, well...
I really want to join this, 'cept I'm already involved in two other roleplays as it is...

 

[OmniChaos]

Rise against the tyrant!

Name:
Ogen

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Alliance:
Rebellion

Weapon:
Deus ex Machina (DeM for short)

Ogen's keyblade that was found along with Ogen by Mickey.
The keyblade’s hilt is formed by two, white, angelic wings which arc upward from the top of the grip, then arc down, connecting to the bottom of the grip and making a heart shape. The keyblade’s grip is azure and has a keychain in the shape of the sun connected to it. The keyblade’s wide, azure shaft has a gold chain, connected to the top of the hilt on one end and the middle tooth of the blade on the other, wrapped around the shaft. The shaft ends in dark blue plating fastened to the top of the shaft, completely wrapping around it, with four spikes that curve toward the teeth, which run along the back of the plate to the top. On each side of the plating is the azure outline of a sun. The blade is in the shape of half of a sun, with five curved flames of the sun acting as the blade’s teeth, and is a bright golden color. At the center of the sun, near where the blade and shaft meet, is a large, circular red gem, which bulges out on each side of the keyblade.

Because of Ogen’s memory loss, both the keyblade’s true name and the extent of its power are currently unknown.

Ability(s):
Unknown due to memory loss and lack of trust in himself.

Umbra:
Ogen's so-called "stalwart guardian" and, supposedly, Ogen's shadow, little is known about Umbra aside from the fact that he resides within Ogen and contains a confident, unnerving attitude that is not shared with Ogen. Being fairly young in age--this being the first time he actually left Ogen's body--Umbra's physical shape is immature and, therefore, his true physical shape has yet to take form. Instead, he appears as a large, black mass of darkness with two great arms. His connection to Ogen appears to be very strong, as Umbra is capable of taking control of Ogen's body when he sees it to be necessary and is able to fight in Ogen's stead.

Umbra has, to no surprise, shown an affiliation to darkness as its power. Whether this power is actually Ogen's power or if it is simply an extension of Umbra's power is currently unknown, however, this power has currently only been seen while under the control of Umbra.

Dark Spear- A fairly basic attack, darkness gathers at the tip of DeM and fires off the end, taking the form of a large spear as it rockets toward whatever the keyblade was pointed toward. Eventually, as Umbra becomes more acquainted with the power, the Dark Spear will be able to home in on its target more, curving as needed to reach its target. Also, while Umbra is currently only able to fire off a few spears in succession right now, as he improves his skills, he'll be able to fire off several Dark Spears in quick succession.

Appearance:
Ogen stands at and even six feet and has a slender, slightly built body. His skin complexion is that of an average Caucasian and is smooth to the touch. His smooth face, which is void of any sort of imperfections, save for a healing scar that runs vertically across his right eye, almost always seems to be sad or depressed, especially since Ogen seems to rarely smile. Ogen has messy, medium length, raven-black hair, which covers the majority of his head, including his neck and ears. His long bangs curve to the right, mainly to keep them out of his bright, amber eyes.

Ogen wears a dark grey, long-sleeve shirt with two black strips of cloth sewn into each of the sleeves, from top to bottom. A short, black trench coat rests on top of the shirt open. A pair of black, gold-trimmed pants run from the silver belt that keeps them up to the black tennis shoes fitted around Ogen’s feet. A dark slate grey greatcoat hangs off Ogen’s shoulders, which he only puts on when involved in a battle.

Personality:
Ogen’s loss of memory has caused the man to become depressed and incredibly sorrowful. The young man constantly seems to have an air of sadness and hopelessness about him, which, at times, seems to rub off on those around him, damaging moral and faith. Despite his current setting, Ogen is a recluse, preferring to be alone than with others. He jumps at the slightest human contact and is commonly shy and/or uncertain when around others. Should he be drawn into a conversation, his voice also reflects this shyness and uncertainty, as it is often soft and shaky.

Ogen rarely engages in combat since he greatly doubts his skills and abilities as both a fighter and as a human being. Because of this, he often finds himself in unfavorable positions, most of which he has to get bailed out from by others. He underestimates his physical and mental strengths near the point that he basically considers himself useless.

Bio:
Ogen’s past is one of mystery. His earliest memory was that of the Eclipse King, who had who had found him near dead in a broken-down Gummi Ship drifting aimlessly through space. The ship looked as if it had been through a war and the one operating it, Ogen, was found inside near dead and unconscious, a large bleeding cut across his right eye. The Eclipse King, seeing something within the man, took Ogen in and tried to train him to become one of his Marshals. This proved fruitless, as the young man was unable to take the Eclipse King’s teachings in and was far too unconfident to believe he could. After several unsuccessful months, the Eclipse King finally gave up and abandoned Ogen in one of the worlds.

Several lonely, cold months passed by and Ogen, forced to live in the alleyways of the world he was imprisoned upon, grew more and more withdrawn from life, curling up into a small shell of self-pity hidden away in the darkness. Then, one day, the young man’s world was pierced by a ray of light, as the man was visited by a small king. Mickey, he called himself, stated that he was drawn to something that seemed to resonate from within the boy, a power that he held without knowing. When asked who he was, the young man replied that he didn’t know. Each question was replied with: “I don’t know”, “I’m not sure”, or “I wish I knew.” It was naturally concluded that the young man was suffering from some sort of amnesia and the suggestion of such seemed to cause the young man to spiral into an even deeper depression.

Mickey took the boy to Disney Castle, and, once they arrived, the first thing on the young man’s mind was to relearn as much as he could. Though the training seemed to prove as fruitless as it did with the Eclipse King, finally, after several months, the power within Ogen was released. Keyblade. That’s what he was told the weapon was called and, because he had one, that made him a ‘keyblade wielder,’ at least according to Mickey. Another fruitless month passed and, eventually, with Mickey so tied up with other matters, Ogen was sent to Radiant Garden, so that his training could continue—well, it’d be more appropriate to say ‘begin.’

Between unsuccessful training sessions of wielding his keyblade, Ogen spent as much time as he could going through every type of book he could get his hands on. Part of him wanted to—no, needed to—refill his mind with all of his forgotten knowledge. It was an overwhelming urge, one that not even Ogen’s self-pity attitude could overpower. While reading through a book on plot devices, he came across the plot device Deus Ex Machina, which refers to a person or thing that appears “out of the blue”. Noticing the resemblance between said plot device and his keyblade, he named it after the plot device. After reading through as many books as he could, the young man decided a name for himself as well: Ogen, a Hebrew name meaning “Anchor,” a suiting name considering that was what the young man thought himself to be: a weight, a burden.

Since Ogen was first found by King Mickey, he seemed to have only grown more depressed and more sorrowful. His skill and abilities are far less than those of the other keyblade wielders training under the Keyblade Master of Radiant Garden. Despite this, Mickey constantly states that, during the short time he taught the young man, he had seen a great deal of potential in Ogen.

Extra:
Theme song: YouTube - Sorrowful Prince Pelleas
Umbra: YouTube - Gurren Lagann - Viral - Nikopol

The tales of the ruled shall be retold for eternity!

 

[Ordeith]

"Crush those who dare oppose...my rise against the tyrant."

Name: Animus DeCavis

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Alliance: Himself

Weapons: Considering his particular line of work, Animus is lethally equipped at any given time, with a vast arsenal to select from—some components of which are a closely-guarded trade secret. That portion of his arsenal aside, nearly every weapon he owns is stored efficiently in a small leather satchel at his side.

His primary weapons, used in standard combat, are a multitude of compact, collapsible blades that fit universally into two generic hilts. He can wield virtually any combination of bladed weaponry, be it dagger, rapier, sabre, longsword, dirk, or even a heavy claymore. All of the blades can fold and collapse for easy storage within Animus' unassuming satchel. That being said, however, the blades are not of a high quality; that is only natural, considering their disposable nature. That is exactly Animus' intent: The blades will break, snap, and leave dangerous shards within their targets' wounds, debilitating them with pain at even the slightest motion—yet can be replaced within seconds.

For his assassinations, however, Animus prefers to utilize a more...grisly approach. Tucked neatly into individual little loops inside his satchel are sharpened metal stakes. Unlike the blades, these stakes are expertly crafted with care for strength and longevity. Animus will suspend a stake above or around the target with Aero, then deliver a swift, penetrating blow with a well-placed Magnega spell.

All of these weapons, however, are crafted by Animus himself; none truly reflect his heart.
Many have made the logical step that if he can succeed in killing Keyblade wielders, then it is only natural that those Keyblades would have shifted their loyalties to him....Only under his guise of benevolence among the Keybearers does he allow himself to be seen using one.

There, he uses the Keyblade Caduceus, which, like its name suggests, resembles the winged staff with two coiled snakes wrapped around it. The hilt is formed from two dove-gray wings, with a golden chain and a circular keychain modeled after a snake devouring its own tail. The “blade” is the same golden hue as the chain, with two crimson snakes coiled symmetrically around it, and two silvery wings forming the “teeth” of the blade.

As for the Keyblade that reflects Animus' heart....
Iron Maiden is a sight rarely seen, save by those who do not live to testify about it.

Ability(s): Animus is undoubtedly a man of unparalleled skill in his field. Never does anyone hear him unless it is intentional, and he is always aware of his surroundings. Aside from Aero and Magnet magics, which he has mastered to their fullest, he does not know any spells, however. Even still, those two are truly all he needs to know. This is the extent of his known abilities; most of his techniques (including the Keyblade) are closely-guarded trade secrets.

Appearance: Blessed with natural good looks, charm, and standing at a fairly average five feet and ten inches, Animus hardly cuts an intimidating figure to those not acquainted with him. He has a slightly pointed, slightly upturned nose, a wide, expressive mouth, and large brown eyes framed by sharp, expressive eyebrows. His dirty blond hair, reaching down to the about the nape of his neck, has an easy, gentle wave to it that makes his swept-back hair style seem completely natural.

In terms of garb, Animus chooses clothing that makes him seem professional without appearing stiff or impersonal. His first layer consists of an ivory-hued button-up shirt, a pair of black slacks, an unadorned belt, and some well-worn leather shoes (mostly covered by the aforementioned slacks). Overtop of that, he wears a deep red waistcoat, and on top of that, a long, dark brown coat reaching to about the middle of his shins. Animus prefers not to wear a tie, but usually has a golden-colored scarf wrapped around his neck when outdoors.

One interesting accessory of his are his unique frameless glasses, which, on first glance, hardly seem different from the normal eyewear. Their first divergence from the norm is that they do nothing to aid his vision whatsoever; Animus has perfect eyesight. Rather, they are a means of monitoring and controlling the darkness in his heart. When his inner darkness becomes more stirred than usual, the glasses become tinted; the darker the tint, the more darkness at work. This succeeds in not only providing a small channel for his darkness, but—more importantly—a means of hiding the times at which his eyes shift from brown to golden.

Personality: Though no one has been able to observe each one at work, Animus DeCavis is man consisting of innumerable layers—some having roots that stretch deeper than others. Every one of them is genuine, at one level or another. Ultimately, however, those layers are centered around nothing more than a hollow space. There is always some part of him which considers even his deepest-seated desires with cold, mechanical objectivity.

To those with whom he interacts on business, as well as any random interactions throughout the day, never has a more cordial fellow existed. Animus always displays a genuine interest and concern for others—which, frankly, is in complete earnest. While selfish to his core, Animus doesn't see any need in pushing others down any more than he needs to, and derives no pleasure from it. He calculates that it is generally better to form alliances than make enemies, and so long as it doesn't impede his plans, he gives himself abandon to socialize and enjoy himself around others. If said others are the targets of his ambitions, however, a rather different Animus is seen...

To the Eclipse King, Animus makes no attempt to disguise his close scrutiny of the conqueror; his aim isn't to gain his trust, but rather to spark unease within him, so as to locate a weakness. At the same time, he is very careful not to appear like a potential threat. Even though he is not technically under the Eclipse King's employ, he follows all orders to the letter and without complaint—yet still has the audacity to make cynical, jabbing comments and criticisms towards him.

At his deepest level, Animus desires power, not as an end, but a means to accomplishing his goal: Change. It needn't be for the better, nor for the worse; however, he is determined to be as influential a catalyst as possible. He is compelled to cause change, to influence rather than be passive, like so many of the worlds' denizens. Everything else is ultimately second to the attainment of that goal, which Animus goes about with cold, tactical precision. Emotions, personal happiness, a conscience...these and more are merely luxuries and indulgences compared to the self-made purpose the assassin seeks.

Bio: The majority of Animus DeCavis' life can be considered unimportant and irrelevant to the current day; he lived through a happy, uneventful childhood and grew into a content young adult. It is only when one examines his career choices that his path to becoming an assassin can be discerned. Being remarkably brilliant since his youth, Animus entered the obscure, esoteric world of philosophy with the aim of making true sense of the heart and the universe--an ambitious goal, by any standards. Though his home was nowhere near any of the "enlightened" worlds, his work was nevertheless published under a pen name and read on several distant worlds, to much acclaim. His was a bold, questioning young mind that offered a fresh perspective to the long-winded and esoteric field of philosophy, and his voice when writing was, while intelligent and perceptive to be sure, personal and inclusive. Many people who never would have dreamed of reading philosophy picked up his first books and essays with surprising eagerness.

Animus was convinced that within the nature of the heart lay the answers to all of the questions that have plagued humanity; all that needed to be done was further investigate. Many critics chastised him for attempting to delve into that great unknown, considering the fate of Ansem the Wise and his apprentices. They predicted that he would fall into the same snare that had caught those researchers some twenty years prior. Animus was determined, however, and commenced his research without delay. Years passed without word from the aspiring young philosopher-author, and his name eventually faded out of public memory. Those still interested in his work assumed that he had failed in his research, or that it was still going on currently. Neither were correct; Animus had indeed found something--and it shook him to his core.

No one save Animus knows for certain what it was he discovered, and it isn't information that he is willing to divulge, let alone even discuss. What it sparked in him, however, was a desperate need to make his life have what he considered true meaning. He looked about him, and instead of seeing the bright, hopeful faces of mankind, he saw mindless sheep leading themselves to slaughter. He was determined to become more than that. He wouldn't be the shepherd, who is ultimately being herded himself, but rather the lightning storm that scatters the flock, answering to none, beholden to none.

Animus desired change, and he would be the cause of it.

There is nothing that elicits change more effectively than death, so he thought; even the ancient Zodiac recognizes Death as the symbol of change. By taking a life, one is not merely eliminating one person from the world--but every child, grandchild, and great-grandchild they ever would have had. All those would-have-beens, an entire pattern erased from the tapestry of the world....Animus considered it, and was not yet satisfied. The change needed to be greater still; the loss of average people was not a great enough disturbance to make a true difference. He needed to forever alter the world in a way that no one had ever done so before.

Animus would not target the faceless masses....but the heart of modern world, this Golden Age: Animus would be slaying those chosen by the Keyblade.

His first assassination was of a mere apprentice--skilled, yet not a mature Keybearer. He was able to take the young woman by complete surprise, and impale her through the neck before she could even utter a word. As he did so, Animus could sense deep within his heart a....transfer, a gift of sorts. Reaching inward towards it, he tentatively grasped this newfound power in his heart, and found himself grasping a Keyblade in hand. It lacked the ornamentation that it once had, yet it was unmistakably the weapon belonging to the Keyblade wielder he had just slain. It wasn't ready to yield its full power to him, yet it had conceded that his was the stronger heart--and after some time passed, it began to shape itself in accordance with his heart....

Due to their sheer numbers, the sudden death toll among the ranks of the Keyblade Wielders wasn't tremendously noticeable; most deaths were written off as accidents, or even suicides. Animus took their lives without using a Keyblade, and in turn received their Keyblades as reward. He could feel that budding power growing stronger with each Keybearer he erased from the world. Animus took many more lives before the Black Dawn Genocide occurred, at which point he found himself not at a disadvantage, as one would expect, but faced with a great opportunity. The elusive few Keyblade Wielders remaining had escaped the Eclipse King's forces at nearly every turn, always appearing to be two steps ahead of them. Animus, however, stood five steps ahead of them.

In exchange for guaranteed protection, a position of influence, and a steady income, Animus agreed to hunt down all the remaining Keybearers in the name of the Eclipse King. He is currently in hiding among the Keyblade Wielders at Radiant Garden, where he has already discreetly taken a few of their lives--and Keyblades. The target of his ambitions, however, is the Keyblade held by King Mickey, the Key to the Realm of Darkness. With that in hand, he would be able to rout out its counterpart, the Kingdom Key of Light, and obtain Kingdom Hearts. Through Kingdom Hearts, Animus would change more than just society; he would alter the universe as we know it.

Extra: Character Theme: "One Who Craves Souls"
Battle Theme: "Vanguard/Penetrator"

"The Tales of the Ruled shall be retold for eternity!"

 

[Solar]

Rise against the tyrant!

Name: Danyal ibn Aladdin
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Alliance: Rebellion
Weapon(s)
His primary keyblade is Arcbringer (the guards around the hilt are much smaller and rounder), while the other called Forerunner (or also) has a keychain in the shape of a greying metal halo with bits of shinier blue metal intertwined.

Arcbringer is used to channel and direct his powers of storm while Forerunner has nothing special currently about it...

Abilities:

Storms
Violent winds, lightning and even rain when a storm comes by. Isn’t powerful enough yet to summon his own storm, make it rain, or get anyone struck by lightning yet but he’s getting there. He can turn a calm breeze or none into a violent buffet or worse in several ways as well as give you a good hit of lightning. It’s easier for him to use Arcbringer to direct these powers, shooting lightning infamous style or doing something akin to a Rasengan is harder for him. Tracing lightning as a form of transport/teleportation is something he can also do.

Dreams
A minor and peculiar ability of his believed to be tied to the keyblade as an after-effect of the bond, Danyal is very sensitive to the dreams of others. At this stage he can literally just smell or feel what types of dreams a person has had from last night or a prolonged period of time. He’s also a master interpreter of dreams. Maybe one day he can pull of something like Inception...
By concentrating hard and using effort, he can ‘see’ someone’s dreams by getting close to them, flesh contact makes this easier


-Dark Firaga
- Thundaga
- All variations of Freeze Spells
- All variations of Aero Spells
- Cura, he's working on healing.


Appearance: Covering his skin is a very tight suit that acts as a second layer of skin. Dark navy blue to the extreme, nearly black looking, with shimmering white lines run down at various places. Down his shoulders to his armpits, a rectangular shape on his outer thighs, his outer arms and down his back in pairs. His hands and feet, however, are bare. Very much similar to this.


Over said skin he wears a desert brown tunic that cuts off just below his elbows and has a hood. The rest of his arms are wrapped in strips of rough silk the same tone as the tunic. For his lowers he wears a pair of shorts that cut off just below his knees, the colour of which is a slightly darker tone of his tunic. His feet and legs are covered by a pair of long brown boots, ones that are padded yet nice and loosened or tightened through inter-looping strings. His last article of wear is a long, somewhat ragged bright red scarf he dons which extends to the middle of his back.

As for his physical appearance, his skin can almost be defined as “beige”. His own natural skin tone coupled with his month in the harsh desert has tanned and darkened it yet it is light enough to a point he often appears pale. His features are hard as well as soft, his cheekbones evident in their developments as well as his square jaw however it is obvious he is still young and growing

His hair is large and curly, even somewhat spiky as it shoots off in one direction. The edges of his hair and side-burns and such are trimmed as he dislikes having his hair touch his ears. A single, semi-jagged, curl of hair runs down his forehead. His eyes, like his hair, are pitch black though there’s something strange about them. They seem very hard to concentrate on, and though you can say without a doubt his eyes are black, but if you force yourself to stare into them they change colours at blinding speed. Most people don’t make direct eye contact with him for this reason.

Concerning his build, it’s a strong yet lean one. Training and combat has stripped him of fat and replaced it with muscle, his skin generally rough yet cold. He stands at precisely 6’0, a tall height for his age.


Personality: Sometimes petulant and spoiled while otherwise humble and upholding honour, as the son of a desert brat-turned-king he has had ample experience with both the harsher and finer things in life. His moods shift, change, bellow, rage and fade like a desert storm. There are somethings for certain, though. One is he is much too inquisitive for his own good, even if he resists urge to ask a million questions. Two, he is not afraid to challenge authority and defends every David he sees against the Goliath. Three, he does believe, though, teachers and elders should be given the highest respect. Four, the children whom he has grown up and trained with are nothing less of family. He'd defend them to the death, even if doesn't always show it.

On the topic, he's quite engimatic and lets on much less than he actually knows. Years of encounters with nobles, battles, and dreams give him an interesting insight within the human psyche extraordinary for his age.


History: Aladdin and Jasmine, lovers of yore, had only one son. One son who grew up within the palaces as well as Radiant Garden. When he reached the age of 11, he started spending more times toward the latter. King Aladdin always tried to do the best he could for his people in face of The Eclipse King but it has been far from easy, especially when corruption and fear started plaguing the dregs of the Arabian Society. He had his son finely tutored by his older colleagues from a young age, the carpet, an old parrot, tiger and monkey becoming his main companions as well as a certain Genie. When the boy demonstarted the ability to use and call upon the Keyblade which had chose him, Mickey was brought as soon as possible.

His life already in risk due to this and Aladdin's subtle yet clear defiance to The Eclipse King, he had his son sent frequently away until it became to suspicious where he was being sent. He currently resides in Radiant Garden and has not seen his parents in several months.

Extra: to add

 

[Von83194]

Sounds awesome! I'm gonna start working on the temp right now.

 

[Solar]

"An Ordeith, Omnichaos and Orion collaboration"

Seriously, where's the crowd? Oh and my template will be edited into my earlier post

 

[OmniChaos]

I just assumed they took a wrong turn.

 

[Urbane]

Oh fuck yeah.

I'm just sayin', but oh fuck yeah. Sooooooooo tempted to join this...

 

[OmniChaos]

Oh fuck yeah.

I'm just sayin', but oh fuck yeah. Sooooooooo going to join this...

There you go, I fixed it for you. =]

 

[Epif]

I might try my hand in this. I'll be working on a template soon. (Best part of being nocturnal: limited distractions.)

 

[Urbane]

There you go, I fixed it for you. =]

Butbutbut

I am a busy person! Who is coincidentally considering joining this.

 

[LongLiveLife]

Butbutbut

I am a busy person! Who is coincidentally considering joining this.

Me. o/

I have four RP commitments already, but this looks oh so tempting.

 

[Ordeith]

Well, I've added a very rushed Bio to my template, just to have it complete....

Anyways, it seems that in spite of its slow start, this is finally beginning to accumulate some attention.
I expect templates from just about everyone who has posted here...

 

[Professor Ven]

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"Rise against the tyrant, I suppose. Who are we to say who that takes his place isn't as corrupted?"


Name: "Quel'loyen Tal'shendar, but you can call me 'Old Man,' instead. Or Q."

Title: Da'shain Ser'vanos ~ The Dedicated Servant

Age: "Fourty-two years and twenty days, under the Fate's allowance, have I lived."

Gender: Male

Alliance: Mercenary, the Rebellion ~ "The ultimate service is without judgement, or regard of who points the finger to go where. However, we must always follow the Light into Darkness, and back, should we not?"

Weapon: Abyssal Void ~ It appears as though made entirely of one piece of a light yet hard, light-absorbing metal, the hilt twisted into an intricate design, the blade itself an untold amount of small lengths of metal running parallel to one another from hilt to the prongs. The key chain is a shard of obsidian. Summoned at need; a filled black circle rests in his left hand's palm when not in use.

Blade-Breaker, Poison Spitter, Steel Knuckles ~ See Appearance.

Ability(s): Proficient with Graviga and Firaga spells, and with a moderate ability in combat, he is by little means useless, always keeping a trick up his sleeve for an opponent to slip into.

Appearance:
A face, lined with worry, framed by well-groomed, lengthy dark hair, streaked with silver and white. Pale sea-gray eyes peer over a slightly hooked nose, and a mouth that was once used to smiling in a once peaceful time. His torso is covered by a plain, dusk-grey tunic, the central part of which reaches down to around halfway past his thighs, a brown leather belt wrapping around his waist, holding several pouches of questionable item-holding. Over the tunic he wears an elongated coat tailored of sinful colors, black for the majority of the coat itself, which reaches down and seems to hug his ankles, the edges, hem and seams stitched on the inside of red thread. Spiraling white dots scurry on the chest and back area of the coat, seeming to shift as he walks, and the collar is flared up, concealing the lower half of his head from all sides, save his front. Fitted leggings similar to the tunic cover his lower body, which are tucked into deep brown, nearly black boots.

An intricately worked vambrace is gauntleted over his right forearm, wrist, and hand, designed almost akin to a clockwork mechanism, to clamp down on enemy blades, and in doing so, snap then into shards. It also contains a small cartridge of three poison darts, designed to paralyze and slow down enemies as an entry or escape route. His left hand is wrapped in a finger-less glove of black leather, the knuckles stitched with triangular-pointed steel bits, made to be punched into an assailant, and upon pulling back, reveal four holes in their once-unmarred visage. Quel'loyen stands at around five foot eight.


Personality: Q, as some call him, is more inclined to not really give a flying whoop at what happens, though this isn't from having no conscience at all, but rather, too much of a conscience. He's generally mindful of others, simply out of habit, and the ideal that all must be respected, and given their chance to speak, yet there have been exceptions to this. Quel'loyen's view of good and evil is as grey-lined as black and white tend to be at their crossing, for 'all manner of peoples carry corruption in their Hearts, be it the curse of pride or purity, the desire of revenge, or the stain of murder.'

"Do not judge a man by his appearance, as displeasing or pleasuring as it may be. Look deeper, into his very soul, and see the twisted designs of contradictions, these ambitions and hopes entwined, which compose many a living being in societies."


He is intelligent and wise, but keeps few friends, preferring to tread some waters alone. Quel'loyen is gifted with a solid charisma, and prefers to be rhetoric, at times, seeing as how many people tend to want answers given to them, rather than figuring them out alone.

Bio:

"It was dark when I woke from what you would call sleep. We five were never given a name for such a slumber, yet it came into our minds as surely a flame dances along wood chippings in a fire. I was the eldest among our quaint Walkers, as we were later called, after the Light came, and banished the Void. Weapons, as you would call them, were at our sides when we came from dream."

"There was no greed or such that existed, for we could find most things aplenty, save for light to see by; that was solved ere our use of magic expanded, and we could simply cast the spell offhandedly. Despite this, we knew little of the area around which we wandered in, save for those beings of the Void that tried many times to subdue, tempt, and slay us."

"As the days passed, we came to a small village which sat on a small cliff side, its flame-light a curious thing, new to our eyes. Young Neraen was the first to run towards it, fearless of consequence. I allowed the rest to follow suit, and to my dismay, found them all trapped by strange, exotic creatures. Their yellow eyes pierced into my soul, sending this. . [fear?] into me, as I reached out in evasiveness. Were these Voidlings?"

"Then the Light took form, or was it simply something else? According to lore gained after leaving my World, it was a Keyblade, this almighty artifact, said to possess the power to destroy worlds, or save them. My swift blows sent the creatures back to whence they came, and we found refuge in the once-hiding town folk, who welcomed us with merry smiles. The following day, a bright ray of light appeared on the edge of my sight, far off in the distance, the first rising of the sun anyone in memory could recall."

"It was then that the Light took me in its gentle, cradling touch, and sent me here."

Extra:

Memories of the Void.
Celestial War, the Stars Are Hung.
Graceful, Yet Poise. Death In Beauty.

FINISHED.

"Unfortunately, the tales of the ruled shall be retold for an eternity, unending."

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"Rise against those who dare oppose the ordering of the Chords. I will have order, and if it requires war, then so be it."


Name: "Mirkhan Sei'dar. I live to serve."
(Mer-khan [Mer as in Mermaid; Khan as in Kublai Khan]; Sei [as in See or Sea] Dar)

Title: "The Sarz'tien, they called me, in the capital city of Ederosia. No Eyes."

Age: "I lived for two hundred years before the Tal'shendar opened the Golden Door. In your universal calendar, I suppose that translates to perhaps thirty-five? Your kind's candles burn out swiftly, do they not?"

Gender: Male

Alliance: "I live to serve all. Should I serve a tyrant that ignores the cries of the people, I may very will be the cause of that lord's ceasing of breath; not all servants are blind, Your Majesty."

Weapon: Ralun'tier ~ Staff of the Sun and Moon - A plain walking stick, of a strange dark wood, with dotted and etched symbols around the grip; if taken from its rightful master, it will return within moments. Makes a different noise for every different surface, and will hum softly to its wielder if there are nearby humanoid lifeforms.

Ability(s): "Balance is key, to all things. How else would you succeed, if not to suffer?"

Though proficient in combat despite his physical blindness (should anyone ever get that close), his true skill appears in having a pronounced degree on warping the amount of darkness and light in the area around him, along with well-versed Speechcraft, and an adamantium grasp on generic wizard spells, should he be required to "dirty the hands with meddlesome spell-squabbles."

Lightfoot ~ Shadowstep

Sunblade ~ Nightfall

Glory's Edge ~ Death's Whisper

Aolmpeghaa's Chorus ~ Ezechel's Dirge

Serlan'tal'orosin ~ Sarlen'ter'logoth

Appearance: "At first, he seemed just a weary traveler; then came the blinding, horrid Light! Lord of the Eternal Night, save us from He Who Sees All!" - scrawling of a leader of unknown band, written in blood.

Draped in solid black robes of an unknown material, they seem to cause the area around Mirkhan in shadow, or light, depending on his mood and control of emotions. The hood is normally pulled up, sheltering a thin, wasted face, riddled with wrinkles and lines, eyes naught but pure white pearls, lacking any sort of irises - they glow with an arcane light. His hands are gnarled, ancient things, though their appearance is but a facade. Soft, supple, dark leather boots cover his legs from foot to upper-calf - he stands at about an average six feet in height, though he walks with back bent under an unseen load, leaning on his staff at times.

Of particular note to our committee, he wears a ring of pure gold on his right forefinger, lacking any scratches or distortions. A single set of runes is engraved on the inside - seen when he peers at it by a silent observer - however, despite their intricacy, cannot be translated by any means. This individual guards this ring carefully, never letting it out of his sight. Is it of nostalgic sentiment, or is he merely consumed by it?


Personality: "What is it that you wish of me?"

"This being is unparalleled in the amounts of times he has served masters and leaders without fault, only to end their reigns when outcries begin among masses of the leaders' peasantry. He defies all logic given our nobility and aristocrats, as the Sarz'tien cares little of political games, despite his proficiency at such cut-throat throne games. His resolve has never been shaken, and with him, appearances can be deceiving - this mere stick of a man has shifted a mountain before my very eyes, turned a mob of thousands of peasants against their ruler, and killed an uncounted number in cold blood. There is no morality to his sense of duty. The only thing that seems to exist for him is for order itself to be maintained. Were it not for my own abilities to counter his, I would simply cast my own self from the World, and I am the madman."

- Notes on the Sarz'tien, Marquis de Requesciat

Bio:

"In the time before Quel'loyen's unlocking of the Golden Door, I was respected for my compassion of the common man, admired by my achievements against my own blindness of the eyes through magical research - and through which could see the World as I did when but a child - and feared for my vast knowledge of power in the Arts. None could escape my gaze."

"And then. . . .the Door was opened; the Garden of a Thousand Fountains crumbled to dust in earth-shattering explosions, the awe-inspiring watch towers upon the city walls, forged of the dawn, retreating into the soil, plumes of fog signaling their departure. The marketplaces flooded with panicked, crying peoples - they all became naught but dust within moments, as a great Light invaded from beyond the Doorway."

"The only structure that remained standing was the Tower of the Sun and Moon - its crystalline, yet silver structure reflected that horrid Light - it was how I had survived the impact, along with Das'hir and young Kulen Thell - the grandiose building once housed the order which we served, which by then had merely faded into myth. When we emerged from the Tower, little remained, save for the aristocrat Marquis, that foolish Quel'loyen, and the Door itself; it appeared to have shut itself. I saw glyphs and runes around the frame of that object I dare not utter here, lest these Worlds share the fate of mine."

"After the Tal'shendar was taken by the Light, we four that were left all went our separate ways. My road was. . . . darker, need I say more? I have arrived to serve."


Extra:

Enter the Ancient Magus.
Remembrance of the Golden Age.
"Forgive me, Almighty, for I am about to destroy what you have created."


"The tales of the ruled shall be told for an eternity, yet it will be I who put an end to the tyrant, should that be necessary. My duty is to bring order, not to sow chaos and discord."

 

[Eva]

"An Ordeith, Omnichaos and Orion collaboration"

Seriously, where's the crowd? Oh and my template will be edited into my earlier post

Maybe they're intimidated by your greatness. 8D

 

[Epif]

So, question: are the in-game worlds not available in this RP?