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Name: Kalik' Hi'ionKata'n [Hah-lee Hee-ohn-Hahtahn] Translated: Heavenly Star
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Kalik'
Keyblade: Nightmare's End
Homeworld: Tae'gaea Forest
Master: Varka
Personality:Kalik' is a quiet individual. Shy and reserved, he can also be a little headstrong about his beliefs. Stern at times, and serious in serious situations. He has a major soft spot for his friends. He's not an easily trusting person but he's a very loyal and kind hearted friend. He's what people call 'simple'. He's not particularly intelligent but he's logical. He's a natural strategist, having a knack for hunting.
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I think I will join this one, if that's cool with you guys

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What is this comment section right now lol

Kh3 looks pretty beautiful so far! New worlds are amazing but Donald in Monsters Inc world..yikes

I'm gonna start my own rp. With blackjack and hookers

Boo

And I'm back.

The fight against the bosses of this world had been defeated and Kross was more than relieved. He sighed out in relief and wiped his head before quietly looking at the group."Yeah. Congrats everyone.. Now goodbye." He said and turned on his heel, keyblade vanishing in his hand."I'll find my own way back." He said, walking.

It looked like victory was theirs. Kross lowered his keyblade and covered his face as pieces of ice fell down around him."I..I think we did it somehow." He said. There were still the distinct sounds of battle resounding but he felt like a weight has been lifted somewhat. Those many heartless battles wore him out. Clashing.. Oh that's right, his allies needed help. His gaze turned towards the mouse that the group was battling."His majesty? No.. This one is different.." He murmured. The man was no ally though. The fact this guy also had a keyblade unnerved him. He pointed his own at Mortimer Mouse, then pointed his keyblade up, hair bristling as a lightning bolt rained down at Mortimer."Eat this!!!"he roared.

Kross used thunder on Mortimer Mouse!

And Kross had returned! After a small hiatus, He jumped into the action, or backflipped behind a cannon and tapped it with his keyblade. He pointed his blade forward at the Bloticle."Smash!!" He yelled out as the cannon fired. Steel and some shrapnel came speeding at the remaining Bloticle."Ha!!"

This battle was going on annoyingly long and Kross couldn't help but feel frustration bubble up inside of him. Of course he had been a little moody lately but being this ticked off for no reason started to make even him wary. Maybe it was his master, maybe it was the large numbers of blotlings but regardless of reason, he was not happy.

There were still hundreds more to go, this was their second one thousand battle(Seriously Krowley, do you like doing this?). At least he had allies. Stratos, Luna, Raisor, Glen and Deadpool..I mean Beucepool, whatever. He shook his head and focused on his attack.. Once again, his magical energy flared to life as a brief flash of light surrounded him, freezing all enemies in the immediate area. Like lightning he moved, slash, blink, slash and so on. He had gotten a good number of them before his spell wore off, the blotlings popped one by one.

Blotlings: 762/1000
Bloticle: 7/10

Divide and conquer was always a strategy that worked in the art of war. Letting those two handle the big ones was fine by the wild haired keyblader. He had no problem taking out the small fry but the problem was he was alone. The army was little problem but there was many and dwindling the numbers was going to be tough. It was about time to deploy a little magic if he was going to play Riot police. Right, he felt the static in the air from his imminent magic and it brought a tiny grin to his mouth. It was barely visible but he got goosebumps from this fight. It was that familiar adrenaline rush that he had grown to relish in battle.

It was time to strike. He sidestepped an attack from the blotlings, a reckless move on their part but it gave him the cluster he needed. He thrusted his weapon into the air and let out a shrill cry just as heavenly thunder rained down on his targets, drowning his yelling as the concussive force briefly shook the ground. His targets twitched and frazzled with electricity before vanishing in ink.

Blotlings: 889/1000
Bloticles:9/10

Kross was having his own struggles. An angry mind clouds the senses and all he could do was defend and deflect. He breathed heavily, eyes set in a determined glare."I can't lose here, this is not where it ends." He steadied his breathing, dug his feet into the ground and summoned his strength from his keyblade."Master Yen Sid is counting on us."

Those words from his own seemed to be his boost. Honey eyes blazing, glare set and key in hand, he flashed away. Ripping, slicing and tearing resounded in his ear. Still he steadied himself. He gave a grin and reached out, giving a thumbs up as four blotlings vanished.

Blotlings: 955/1000

Bloticle: 9/10

Blotling: 2/3

Staying neutral in nomination, not really gonna affect it overall

Distributing 3 points to willpower :) thanks

Kross thinned his mouth. His patience was wearing thin. They were dilly dallying about and there was no information on his master, his father. The man was still stone and these people were barely doing anything about it. One could understand why the boy was not happy about what they were doing, or a lack thereof.

Standing, he nodded towards Karina. He was concerned for her but if she said she was okay, he would respect that. He turned and leveled an intense gaze at Kel."Good, because I want to get out as soon as possible and try to help my master. I might as well, since I'm apparently alone in this." He snapped in a low, but angry tone. He shouldered past Kel and walked towards Glen when he fell out, only to land in another cage. He gave a light hearted snicker and opened the cage door."Having troubles, Glen?"

He ignored the shudder from her cold glare and just let his honey gaze stare at her. There was no hatred in his gaze. No malice, no lust and no anger. It was his usual curious gaze, as if he longed for her to say more to him. Yes, there was a reason and he might have known the reason, he decided to ask anyway."Are..You sick and tired?" It was a simple question. No premise, no promises of grandeur or not even an attempt at comforting her. It was just a simple, open question from a simple, open guy.

Kel approached and he thinned his mouth, lowering his gaze to the ground."I just want to get back to town. I hate this place... It's cold." Not cold in the temperature sense of course, but being around these machines and robots.. The absence of warmth was there, the absence of natural life and it made his skin crawl.