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Username:
Ego Imperium

Name:
Kelly Jacquelyn Foster

Age:
23

Appearance:
http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime pilot girl/lilsyco_666/Anime Pics/24454.jpg

History/Bio:
Even from an early age, Kelly was clear-cut to be a Zoid pilot, which was only to be expected, seeing as she had come off from a long line of them. This tradition had started long before she was born, when her ancestors took part in the war between the Guylos Empire, and the Helic Republic. The family, at the time, was split between the two factions, and constantly arguing, and fighting amongst one another. Yet they were also well-accomplished Zoid pilots, some of them among the best in the trade. There eventually came a point when the family would renounce either side, and become a team of mercenaries, all fighting for whichever faction offered them the best deals. And what’s more, this time, the family vowed to stick together.

Centuries passed by, and eventually, the husband-wife pair of Jason and Jacquelyn Foster made their debut upon the Zoid scene. These two would eventually make their name together as mercenary pilots, with a surprisingly unified front. When one was hired, the other would be considered hired as well, their motto being that the couple that fights together, stays together. Yet the couple was not fated to last forever. Jackie became pregnant with what docotrs confirmed would be a healthy daughter, but something went wrong in the pregnancy, and Jackie ended up dying due to birthing complications. As a result, her daughter, Kelly, would live out her life with her father.

Partly for the sake of his daughter’s future, and partly for the sake of his wife’s memory, Jason began to prime Kelly into a Zoid pilot. At first, it wasn’t apparent that she would be any good at the trade, and her father had tried testing her with just about every Zoid that he could think of. She attempted to pilot Gunsnipers, and failed to do so. She attempted to pilot Liger class Zoids, and again, she failed in doing so. After a while, her father was ready to give up in his futile attempts to turn his daughter into what his wife once was. But he found reprieve one day at festival of sorts. Thousands of Zoids, and their pilots were gathered for an exposition, and among them, the best of the aerial pilots of the day. These Zoids, flying far above the rest, caught Kelly’s attention more than any other, and even her father noticed this intrigue.

At that point, he knew that she was to be a pilot of a flier of some sort or another, and with what money he had left, bought a Reynos for her first personal Zoid. IN this, she would excel, reaching an early level of skill that would foreshadow her future days in the family business of mercenary work.

Little has changed of Kelly since those days, other than that she is a far more accomplished pilot these days. Her Reynos was shot down two years ago in a battle against a Backdraft team. But fortunately, she still managed to defeat the one Zoid that had done it by allowing the Zoid to crash into it. Whether the pilot of the other Zoid survived the crash, she never knew, though she has always hoped that he, or she, was still alive in order to have a rematch against her. These days, she pilots a new Zoid, still aerial, and far more advance than the old Reynos.

Personality:
Kelly’s personality is the product nurture as opposed to nurture, though most peoples’ personalities are the same way. One could say that she has been affected by being raised by her father, but on the same token, had her mother raised her, she may have ended up the same way as it is. Her attitude isn’t really feminine, as many may be apt to think, given her appearance. Her actions are reflective of the average tomboy. She tends to lean towards the stereotypical “masculine†activities, rather than doing what she believes most other women would rather be doing. When it comes right down to, she is though, fun-loving, and at times, judgmental of others, even those that she has close friendship with.

Zoid:
Gil Vader

Zoid Image:
http://zoids.wikia.com/wiki/File:Gilvader.jpg

Zoid Other:
The Gil Vader is the third largest Zoid in known existence, and is also the widest, having a wingspan of 36.7 feet. Half of its length is made up by its tail, and its neck also makes up a fair deal of its length. The overall form of the Zoid is that of a Wyvern-type creature, though some will assert that is more of a dragon than anything else. Nonetheless, it has an appearance unlike many other Zoids, being more of a mythical appearance, as opposed to a being mechanical looking.

Despite being so large, the Zoid is the fastest of its kind to ever be created, and is capable of high performance at exo-atmospheric altitudes.

The Zoid carries a vast array of powerful weapons upon it, which make it very formidable in battle, whether against other aerial Zoids, or against land going ones. The most powerful of these weapons are its quad Gravity Cannons, which create a local high level gravity field around opposing Zoids, damaging them by crushing them. Also among its arsenal are a set of Plasma Particle Horns, and Maser Horns. The most unique of its weapons are its Beam Smashers, a quartet of energy-based buzz-saws upon its wings, and back. They can be used for both melee, and long ranged use, either cutting opposing Zoids, or by projecting energy blasts.

In addition, the Gil Vader sports three power connector ports upon its backside, which allow additional weapons and equipment to be mounted upon it.

Team:
Mercenary

Other:
“Van’s Stomach Shirtâ€

Battle Theme –
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_4LQsWSsMM&feature=related

Preview Post:

The echoing sound of hard soled boots hitting against concrete flooring sounded through the hangar in the early hours of the morning. It was the only sound that could be construed by the silence that still hung over the space from the nighttime hours, and the time was that which came just before the first lights of day began to creep up from behind the mountains in the distant horizon. The boot sounds grew ever closer to the main vault of the hangar, where stood a behemoth of a flier, the Gil Vader, arguably the greatest flying Zoid of the ages. The dragon-esque mammoth of a Zoid held its place within the hangar with pride, and power, reflective of the might that it had long maintained on the battlefield. Yet at the same time, it was unimposing in its relaxation. It was a machine of…. Modest ambition, if such an idea could be imagined.

If no one else, the pilot of this Zoid was able to see its majesty through its frightening exterior. Kelly J. Foster, member of the now “Foster Family Mercenary Serviceâ€, entered into the hangar, tracking closely behind the rhythm of her military issue boots, which heralded her arrival in the darkened room. She stood in front of her prize, her friend through the last two years of her career, admiring its splendor, which she knew only she could fully fathom. It was her only love in her life, the companion that seemed to always pull through in those rough situations that no others had the guts, or time to take part in. For her, it had been eternal, and a lifesaver on so many occasions. Able eyes could construe all of this, simply by looking at her soft smile, as she looked up to the eyes of the Zoid, her eyes glimmering with her affection for it.

Her friendly, higher pitched voice spoke out through the dim light, and silence at the Zoid. Even if it couldn’t hear what she was saying, this was her custom for every morning, even before she used Gil Vader. “Well Gilly, we’ve got a great, long day ahad of use. Let’s give ‘em hell today!â€​

OOC: Yes, his power is illusion. Not mind reading. He can't just look into her thoughts, and heart and know her fears. He can imply her fears, and that is all. Simply, his character sheet doesn't support it.

((OOC: I do hope you being metaphoric in that statement)).

Through the seemingly eternal darkness of the corridors, Zhyriad floated limberly along, coming out ever closer to the light at the end. There upon the other side, was The Academy, or a part of it. He could feel the sheer presence of the Keyblades beckoning warnings of his approach to the students, though many of them would be either too foolish, or too busy to take heed this signal. It would work all the better for him in the short run of thing. The element of surprise was the most powerful of them, and one that he was quite fond of these days. His portal let out beside that of Xignias, who, by the looks of the scene, had just proven a point of some sort. In his head, Zhyriad chuckled. They were doing better than he had anticipated, striking fear into the hearts of Radiant Garden, with surprisingly little blood spilt.

"I see I missed your fun, Xignias. Very well. Return to the meeting spot. We'll be moving on from there momentarily." About facing, returning through his portal, which still held wide open for him, he was drawn away by a tough female voice at his back.


"You think that you can just have your cronies scare us all, and hurt people, and have it all be just "very well", and then expect us to just let you waltz out of here like it never happened? Well you've got a horrible misguided view!"

Again, he about faced, finding himself staring down a young woman, with long redish hair, and a masculine body form, and expression. She was right up in his face, her nose mere inches from his own, so close that she may have well been able to see his face under the darkened veil. Yet her tough acting, and bold stare were not what drew him back from her. It was rather, the vibe that he felt from her, there was no normal power within her. But it was something far more than he had expected to find at The Academy.

Yes, she is indeed that one.

"You, yoiung woman, are more dreadfully powerful than you yet realize. Yes, I can sense it. You could lay waste to entire worlds single handed, if you could just tap into that power which you fear in you. Take no heed of the fear others have of it, and train it, and use it." He backed away, half fearful, have joyous at his discovery, and vanished through the darkness, leaving Kelly in a jumbled confusion.

"Power? What power do I have that's that bad?"

1. What is the approximate age of the leader of the chaos bringers? I have a character that might just go well with him.

2.
"Darkness Revealed"

Name:
Zeije Calabaz

Age:
Age is but a number, one that holds no true merit other than saying that one has existed for so long. But there are those who have existed for ages, yet haven't truly lived. If Zeije had to date himself in any form, he would be somewhere within the 25 to 26 years of age range.

Keyblade/Keyblade Power:

Betwixt -
In days passed, this weapon was merely a simple broadsword, which bore no extravagence in decor, and no name by which it was known. Yet after unwillingly travering through the corridors of nothingness, the weapon underwent a change of an extreme nature. The simple braodsword shifted shape, forming itself into a Keyblade. eing a product of The Realm of Nothingness, the Keyblade, known now as Betwixt, is literally loaded with the raw essence of that which is and isn't.

Home World:
He's not entirely clear on where he comes from. The journey to here would have appeared to have wiped his memory, leaving only the events that lead to him being here.

History:
It should be noted that Zeije has had a humble life up until this point in time. In his home world, he was known wide by many as a hero of the highest standard, slaying beasts and foes of various sorts. Under his watchful eyes, his home world was kept safe by its armies, and peace was an absolute truth. As a general of the armies, he became respected, and cherished by those peasant to politician. But things were soon to show themselves for what they were. The hearts of mortals are easily swayed, and poisoned.

Zeije's people would betray him, the politicians of his home organizing an alliance to recify the issue of his massive popularity. The simple truth was that they were fearful that his power would lead him to usurp their dominance. With the support of a series of other generals, less distinguished than Zeije, jealous of his fame they organized a coup against him. Their armies marched upon his estate, burning all that lay within their path as they went. Zeije's own armies had been convinced that he was not to be trusted, that his lead would wind up in tyranny.

The long story made short, is that Zeije, despite all of his fame, and his skill as a warrior, was unable to fend off the combined forces of those whose skills he had helped to shape. His honor, and revere had been used as a blade against his character. And so, he fled from his estate, unable to hurt those who had tried so hard to hurt him.

Durning this time, his memories began to become skewed, and his poersonal skills deteriorated as his contact with others became less frequent, and less potent in his heart. So he wandered aimlessly for some time, though it wasn't nearly as long as he had thought it had been. The few months, to his now departed mind, had become made out to be years by his count. Eventually, he stopped bothering with the counting, and found himself in and uncaring position, ready to get underhanded in his pursuits.

After some more time wandering, and coming upon death's door at least twice, he became caught in an awkward flux of power, which consumed the majority of his being. His mind, his body, his soul, they all fell into the chasm of nothingness, and ultimately, emerged through this void, and into the world of Traverse Town. What he will do now, as he realizes, is entirely up to him. He can do as he likes with his new found power. he can create, he can destroy, if the mood suits him. By and large, he can create a new name for himself here, in whatever manner he so desires.

Appearance:
Standing at his fullest height, heightened by any devices, Zeije stands at roughly 5'11'' having a seemingly perfect physique, masculine, with a well defined, and graceful posture. His muscles, while not terribly jacked, are nonetheless well toned, and at a near peak in physical stregnth. he is of a paled, yet healthy complexion, boasting a handsome face, and a calm and shasrp expression mounting his narrowed, pointed face. Eyes of a cold slivery blue stare out from their sockets, eyeing those who he meets with suspicion, and yet, an overall callousness. His head is adorned by a neat, shining clad of hair, of similar hue to his eyes, which falls cleanly down to his shoulders, and has no facial hair.

Zeije is adorned, these days, by a newer set of armor, which he seems to have acquired sometime between traveling through nothingness, and coming out in the town. The armor consists of a set of flexible armored plates, colored blue, which tends to bode well with his hair color. It bosts a full torso piece, off of which run a set of arm plates, which leave the under portions of his arms exposed. The ends of these armored plates are capped off with beast clawed gauntlets covering the top of his hands. His legs boast a similar array of armor, having leg guarding plates over his quads, hamstrings, and calves, covering only the front. The backside of his lower body his covered by a knee length pair of silken, purple shorts bunched together at the bottom. The feet of the leggings are completed by a similar set of beast clawed armor.

Persona:
While once a man of unshakable honor, and respect for all others, except for those that did harm unto others, he has, by the effect of his experiences, he has grown into the very kind of person he could never stand in the past. He has withdrawn himself from massive social interaction, and generally distrusts those around him, even if they may prove to be his allies. To work with others, by his new ideals, is to open one's self to further betrayal of trust. He has, reasonably, lost all faith in his old ways, seeing them as his downfall from true happiness. The knowledge that his attempt to aid others had put him under the knife, has undoubtedly caused this shift.

Yet some of the other key features of his character have persisted upon his persona. He has been, and is, one that is quick to think, and quick to act. When he battles, he goes all out, and in many cases, shows a stamina that many others just can't seem to muster up. His moves are swift, and well balanced, and his scrutiny with the use of the blade has not faltered under any curcumstance. Still, he has now begun to succumb to brief bouts of instability in his cognitive process, going insane in quick burst.

Alliance:
None, seeing as he has only just arrived in what was once known as Traverse Town, though now, it appears to go by a new name.

Who is playing that Neoph Rampart?

From his perch within the tower, the pale skinned male bore witness to all that had been happening around the Garden. In the distance, he observed the summoning and dispersal of several squads of heartless upon the town, and The Academy, and their people. Students, and villagers alike would be flustered by their assailants. But of course, they would be far from falling in battle. At the base of the towers of the Vale, he took note of a student, absent mindedly leaping from the cliff, and approaching the first tower as though possessed by some cosmic force. But this one was pursued by two others. A fellow student, and a teacher, who was, to the pale man, a familiar face, although he hadn't actually seen him before.

Well, well, well. If it isn't Riku. I do hope to test my own demons against his at some point in the near future. But that can wait until a later time. For now, I should gather my hand together. We've slacked about for longer than I'd have liked.

He stared down to the tower that stood adjacent to his own, seeing clearly the form of one of his hands. Sylis, sitting idly in the comfort of a chair, where he awaited some form of command or, direction to take. The pale man, Zhyriad, pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head, obscuring his face behind a thick screen of darkness, veiling it from the view of others. His was a face that was not to be seen anytime soon, not by The Academy, at least. There would be a time, but then, maybe, he would just skip that, and keep his face unknown. Concealed behind his cloak, he stood at the end of his balcony, looking down on the lower tower where Sylis sat in wait.

Silently, and with the grace of a bird, he lept out over the rail, holding his cloak out making a cape which from below would have appeared as two bat wings, proportioned to fit the body of a human. The "wings" made by the cloak, caught in with the air currents, granting him with a brief moment of suspension, floating in the sky, inching forward towards the tower, letting himself drift until he was positioned directly above the next balcony. There, he slowly folded his cloak back into his body, and dropped down smoothly unto the balcony.

There, he stood, glaring at Sylis for several seconds before speaking to him. "Be prepared to leave when I return with the others." Without waiting for his underling's response, he lifted his hand up, bringing it line with his face, with his index and thumb held together as if he were undoing a zipper. From this raised position, he moved his arm down, tearing open a portal through to the village, where two of his other hands were, as he could tell, starting some sort of ruckus. Through this portal, he stepped, vanishing into the dark corridors, the gateway through closing tightly behind him.



The sound of low pitched snoring carried out across the length of the castle walls to be heard by anyone desired to pass through there. These snores, though sounding as though they were being exhaled by a male, of perhaps a large stature, were infact being produced by a lone female figure. Kelly, asleep on the edge of the castle wall, lay in slumber, dreaming of fantasies of various sorts. Mostly, she was dreaming of the missions that she could be on, if not for the fact that she had been forbidden that luxury. And still, she thought of why she had been barred from these missions at all in the first place. There was nothing wrong with her, or anything that she had done on those missions that she had gone on prior to being banned from them. There seemed to be no logic to this. Hence, boredom had reached the point of sleeping away her free time.

But her nap, to her joy, was cut short by the sound of screams echoing over the landscape. These screams, were many, and coming from all over. At the sounds of panic, Kelly bolted upright, and looked out to the village, viewing an attack force of several heartless and nobodies attacking in the marketplace. But these were being dealt with by the town's security forces, who were well trained enough to deal with the situation. Her primary concern was the dark presence she was felling from the area of The Academy. In an adrenaline rush, she jumped down from the wall, landing bent kneed on her feet, lessening the force of the landing upon her, and sprinted the distance towards The Academy.

In route, she came across the sight of two of her student colleagues, facing off against two others, whose mere presence on the scene gave the area a much darker vibe. She had no recollection of these two, but knew one of the students there. In a flash of light, her Judgment Keyblade manifested itself into her hand, as she took her stance beside the student who she knew.

"Yuji," she said simply, before turning in a glare at the two darker beings. "What do you lot want here?"

I figured you were on here more often than on the guild, so I'll just tell you here. Over there, The Academy is getting ready start its Part 2....

((Can I get a recap of what has happened thus far?))

(Umm... yeah, you guys completely missed the buck there. Ejixe spoke to them, and you just ignored it).

Name:
Troy Iyklehoff (Iyke)

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

School:
Twilight Town High School

Job:
Student

Grade:
12

Likes:
Banding, Drumming, Music in general, sitting down in the sunset and just thinking about whatever, trying to get with girls.

Dislikes:
People who just don't get it, not drumming, having hand injuries.

(His appearance will be covered through IC posting).

((Is the person who made this still in? Becuase my keybearer is at Caslt Oblivion with her nobody now)).

The sound of small talk from behind him rang into Ejixe's ears, the talk of several, arguing over the ORganizations, and the keybearers. He knew the voices of some of them, and guessed that the other two were the keybearers, no doubt Riku, and Sora. What's more, they were unaware that they were more outnumbered than they appeared to be. He was standing with Naoxtnai, virtually right upon them, yet they paid him, nor her any heed. He could have attacked, and rid the organization, but that just wasn't what he sought. Eyes rolling in their sockets, he turned around upon his spot to face the two, tearing off his organization coat, which seamed to vanish into the air behind him.

He now adorned only a white sleeveless shirt, black cargo pants, and boots, tied up reaching well passed his ankle, worn with the legs of his pants tucked underneath. "You guys should get out of here before things get dangerous," he said, his voice coming out in a far kinder voice than those of the other two. "Trust me, I have a sixth sense for danger, and it's coming fast."

A pale gray skinned man, having a matted hairstyle of a dark, partly greased brown color with black underlays, and a glaring, piercing, red eyes looked out over Radiant Garden from the highest tower of the old Villain's Vale. So far out from The Academy, and long abandoned since the days of Maleficent's glory, it had fallen well off of The Academy's radar, and left for rubble. Such unimportant a place was the ideal pearch for such a man, one who had once been in the light, and now, had faded almost entirely into the darkness. They would never think to search for their enemies here anymore. Or so he hoped.

So long as the others don't think to retreat here, I should be fine. I did explicitly state that they are to retreat The Castle That Never Was.

The plans had been set for months now. The new group would scout The Academy for signs of knowledge, and test the keybearers. After a quick assult, they would retreat back to the fallback spot at the castle, and further plans would be discussed in greater detail. So long as they all remembered the plan, it would be able to go off without a hitch.

Even they can't mess this one up.

Red=Kelly Aurorus;Sliver=Zhyriad;Yellow=King Mikey (Also, Keybladewarrioroflegend, please add on that I am using Mickey. And also benyboy has powerplayed. leon47 may ignore that post.

Barred from another mission. Damn, this sucks.

Kelly lay perched upon the castle walls, overlooking The Academy's front gates, watching as the new students began to fule into the building. They were anxious to get started with their education here, just like she had been when she had first arrived. She had been so young, and naive of so many things. But like all of the students who had preceeded her, she had grown into a warrior of the legends. She was stronger, both physically, and mentally, and maybe, even spiritually. But still, she felt a bit naive, even after three years of education.

She had noted, just now, that this had been the fifth mission in a row that she had been restricted from going on. And six missions ago, she had pulled her team out of dire straights against a horde of noe-shadow class heartless. And for the most part, she had kept a level head through the process. The only exception was when her friend, Archie had been consumed by the horde. Whether his heart had been stolen, or if he had simply been killed off, she was unsure. But she was sure that she had lost it at that point, and nearly did something stupid. But she couldn't remember exactly what it was that happened.

"They must worried about me, or something. I don't know. Maybe I'm just not emotionally cut for field work... I wonder if any of those new students are like me, or like I was."

Mounds of papers, and books of spells, and histories, and journal acounts from various famous names lay strewn across the office of the King. he had never been so disorganized in his life, but issues seemed to be arising at unexpected, and inconvenient times lately. A scout had recently reported a dark disturbance somewhere in the worlds, though where exactly this was, was uncertain. And it had all come to light at the same time that the new students were set to arrive at The Academy. Stress did indeed come in many forms, good news, and bad news. And contrary to belief, the good news would never make the bad news any less bearable. In fact, in this case, the good news made tha bad news even worse. New students, plus new darkness, meant new troubles, and a need to boost security.

In a frantic rush, he commenced to pack in his needed equipment. He would solve this problem personally. As the king of the Realm of Light, it was his duty to do so. If he failed, the worlds would fall into disorder, and would be overrun completely. As he finished his preparations, he eyed the PA device on his desk, half barried by a clutter of files, and reminders. For a moment, he considered gathering the other teachers to tell them that he would soon be leaving. But his suspiscions told him otherwise. If he did gather them, there may be a chance for someone to get word of his intentions. IF this knowledge fell into the wrong hands, there would be a greater price to pay.

Silently, and swiftly, he exited his office, closing, and locking his door, and departed, using the lesser traveled hallways, through to The Academy's basement, which ran in a tunnel underground, directly to the main Gummi port....

(will post for Zhyriad later).

OOC:

Before I make any further posts here, I'd just like to state that this RP has been somewhat loaded with powerplaying.

Given:

Glyde's cover was blown by the arrival, and intervention of the new nobody, and his attempt to sace the unconscious Sora had been thwarted. He was in a tough spot, outnumbered, and probably out classed in terms of power. If he could just get out of the area, he'd be able t find help from other keybearers, if there were any left by now who could help. But that was a chane that he would have to take, if the future of the worlds was to be secured.

Not looking back, not stopping to see if the two nobodies were pursuing him, he jumped to his feet, bolting across the closely aligned roof tops. His hair flew back while he reached a full out sprint, his blades disappearing from his grip to lighten his load as he ran. For a moment, his eyes closed, not wanting to be tempted to look back upon the plaza.

"So he's running away, is he? He he... I'll take care of that."

Ejixe lifted his right hand into position above his head, weaving a light, silver colored energy around into a ball. The ball began to spin faster, and still, faster, packing down, and expanding out from its center with each rotation. After ten seconds, the ball had changed into a spinning disc of void energy. With a smile, and a wink, accompanied by a quick look at the female nobody behind him, He drew back his arm, and shot it forward, releasing the disc forward, slightly up. The disc's path had set itself on course into position just above the keybearer's head.

"What the hell?"

There was a burst of whitish light, enveloping each inch of Glyde's body, as the disc's energy created a force similar to a portal. The young keybearer was sucked in, forced to travel through an empty gray expanse of nothingness within the void itself. He was falling through it, and from the feel of it, he had been falling forever, before he came out of the other end of the portal, into the hallway of a castle of some sort. It was familiar to him, that much he knew. But he had never actually been there. But he had heard the stories of it.

"Castle Oblivion..."

While I'm at it, I'll take up King Mickey.

I am going to lay down just one general rule to everyone:

Please, try to avoid one line posts. I know that we all have it in us to get at least a paragraph out for each post we make. Now...

Spoiler

Someone Here will certainly know the name......

And that someone, they know who they are, is in trouble.

Remnant

Name:
Zhyriad (Formerly Known as Jerrick Nualt)
Age:
27
Gender:
Male:

Appearance:
http://scarrystuff.net/wsb5276750901/Images/demons.gif
http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/B/BL/BLU/BluePhoenix2110/1154556364_s6goth_guy.JPG

Persona:
Zhyriad... One so dark, so vile in his intentions, can only be described as cruel, and bloodthirsty. He is lone wolf in all essence, uncaring of the pack which he has shifted his way to the top of. He would send any of his followers to their demise, were it known that it would yield his own personal advancement. And in the end, he would care nothing for their fate, nor the fates of those that were left harmed in their wake. He is also a man of veiled secrecy, harboring knowledge, and afflictions that no others could ever be made aware of. When conversation drifts in the direction of such information, he bluntly veers the topic off course to avoid imparting knowledge unto those that have no need for it.

Powers/Magic:
Zhyriad, being an incarnation of the purest of darkness, is endowed with a set of powers based around the manipulation of "dark energy". The term used to define dark energy is, not as an element, but a its quality of destructiveness. That is, energy based on the acceleration, and augmentation of power, and the consuming of the physicality, and mentality of others. He could shroud entire worlds in darkness, and, with the proper channeling, submit the minds of others to his will. He is also capable of infusing these dark energies with the baser spells, learned in his youth.

Weapon:
With such a powerful amount of dark energy at his disposal, Zhyriad has seen little use for conventional weapons. He wields a simple bow staff, forged of a durable, largely magic resistant, and lightweight metal, though his precision with it makes it a boastful force.

History:
Why bother to delve into the past of someone who has pulled such a horrid 180 since his childhood? All that needs to be known is that Jerrick Nualt was once a mild-mannered boy, living in the basking eternal dusk of Twilight Town, attempting fruitlessly to learn the arts of magic from the legendary Yen Sid. From these days, he came to seek out a way to utilize the powers that had once eluded him, and as a result, fell into the possession of the dark incarnate, Zhyriad.

His name, forgotten to those that had once known him, and now, inconsequential even to him, he has, with his demonic influence, gathered together a group of malevolent beings of such a nature that the worlds themselves would crumble if they got their way.

Name:
Kelly Aurorus
Age:
17
Gender:
Female

Appearance:
http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk25/Dark-Angel-Ly/Zelos28.jpg

Personality:
Having been raised primarily by her father, Kelly has grown into being a girl of several, more masculine qualities. She has developed into a strong, male-like physique, and generally hangs around the males within The Academy. On a negative note, she can be rather irritable, and judgmental of others. Yet she is generally straightforward, and never holds grudge against others, unless seriously wronged by said others. If she has a problem with someone, she will most likely tell them that there is a problem, and hope, for their sake, that they comply with rectifying it.

Keyblade - Judgment
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This keyblade, is mostly the embodiment of Kelly's persona. Judgment, is a striaghtforward, unmasked concept, and one of strength, and a hold fast nature, just as its wielder.

Powers:
Kelly possess one of the most unnatural, yet, in paradox, most native power that any individual within the Realm of Light could hold. What power could be so confusing? The very power of a symbiotic relation to the heart of all worlds, the fuel of life into the Realm of Light. Such a power's limits are widely unknown, though it has been agreed by the staff of The Academy that to allow her to fully utilize this power, would be something far to dangerous, even if it were used for the good of the worlds.

Bio:
As with any keyblade wielder, life for Kelly started off as being a generic childhood. She was born to her two parents, named Kalvin, and Veera, mother and father respectively. For the first part of her life, she lived in the world of Traverse Town, playing by night on the streets with her female friends. But good times can never last. Darkness was fast appraoching the worlds, and even the haven of Traverse Town would fall victim to the Heartless onslaught.

In one such heartless attack, her home was directly invaded by a swarm of shadows, and she, and her parents, were chased to the streets. But this was for naught, as they were no safer outside than inside. The sahdows swarmed more densely, and her mother, losing her balance, fell to the ground, and was swallowed by the darkness. Her heart, being so weakened by the pain of losing her family in her death, and leaving them behind, was unable to produce any more than a shadow, and no nobody was created to go with it. She was, in all respect, dead on the spot. Yet still, her daughter, and husband pressed on, in order to make her sacrifice worthwhile.

It was, when they were surrounded by heartless, when all hope of survival seemed lost within the horrors of the invasion, that they were rescued by a young boy wielding a key-like weapon. The boy, soon to be revealed by the likes of Leon, as being Sora, the Keyblade wielder, and the legendary hero who would salvage the worlds from the darkness. On this day, Kelly vowed to always remain loyal to Sora, even in the darkest of times. He was, on that day, her hero, and idle.

With nothing left to live for in Traverse Town, Kelly, and Kalvin relocated to Twilight Town, where they reestablished themselves as a well meaning family. Her father, still loyal to her mother, never remarried. She liked it that way, and being raised by him, shifted her into a more masculine demeanor. She started hanging around with boys casually through her early school years, partaking their rowdiness, and sometimes, aggressive behavior.

It was a year later, that the nobodies came at large in the town. Seifer, and his crew tried what they could to deal with it, but were oft defeated easily by the creatures. Again, Kelly was caught in the path of the affairs of the Keybearers. And again, it would be Sora that rescued her town, and her people. Her idolatry of him grew by leaps and bounds, and she vowed that one day, she would repay him for his heroic actions.

Long story short, she found herself, at age 13, in possession of a keyblade of her own, and, even more shocking, and invitation to The Keyblade Academy, a place where she would soon learn her trade, and role as a guardian of the Realm of Light.

Well, in all honesty, I've already got the subplots around my characters pretty much figured out. So we really just need to restart, assuming...