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Name: Darius Nikolaidis
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Side: Light
Race: Human

Weapons:
Darius dual wields a pair of keyblades, which possess blades that are akin to katana, in the sense that they have a curve, and seem to have been crafted in a similar fashion. The blades are maintained with an illustrious shine, and of course, are never dull. The hilts of the blades are standard for keyblades, except that near the blades on both keyblades, there is a unique formation of a Yin and Yang symbol contorted around in a hugging manner. While nameless by nature, he has dubbed the pair Honor and Justice.

Powers/Element:

Spiritual Infinity –
Darius holds an affinity for the metaphysical force that has long been referred to as “chi.” Chi is, as it’s been agreed upon, is the essential spiritual foundation of all of life, which forms the very souls of beings with and without hearts. In beings with hearts, as Darius is, this force is far more potent, and by that matter, destructive. And it would hardly be considered a power, if it weren’t for the fact that he holds the ability to manipulate this force at least within his own self.

Digging into the very spiritual essence of his own person he can achieve powers that can be instigated in any environment, and almost any circumstance. Given that this force is the essence of life, he can bend it within his body to augment his own physical strength and energy output to fit the need of his situation. By externalizing the energy from the chi itself, he can instigate a massive series of attacks, defenses, and maneuvers limited only by his imagination and ingenuity.

Due to a naturally “large” “reserve” of said chi, he can achieve these effects with little to no depletion or fatigue, except in the most trying of situations.

In the beginnings of his training in the arts of chi, Darius was exposed to a then radical theory. This theory asserted that each world, and the very heart of all worlds, possessed their own spiritual essence which, if focused on correctly could be used to create even more powerful effects than a person’s own chi. Yet it is also theorized that such forces are extremely difficult to master, and require a far more powerful manner of mental focus on chi. What’s more, they have been deemed by the few chi experts as unstable, and one with the power to use them for his or her own will would hold a potential power far too horrible to imagine, and one that, by any means, shouldn’t even exist within mortal power.

While Darius has delved into the taboo research with such forces as “world chi”, but he has barely even scratched the surface of the subject. He has managed to achieve the minimal effect of drawing in energy for attacks, this only the beginning of what he hopes to achieve. He has also made headway into feeling out the various other spiritual forces that surround him. This means that he can sense the spiritual energy of others, and gifts him with a sixth sense for danger.

Personality:
In two words: Confusingly Deep. Having been an understudy in the obscure arts of chi manipulation, and spiritual theories, he has developed a far more spiritual attitude towards life. He seems to hold himself to a strict regime of meditation, and prayer of sorts. He speaks only when he has information of importance, or when something simply must be said for the good of the group, and it is best off this way, as his everyday thought would lead to philosophical discussion, and conflicts of beliefs. His own values are those which are the names of his keyblades. He believes strongly in honor and justice, and will fight to the death to uphold such values.

Appearance:
Ever since the age of 12, which saw the start of his physical training under the legendary Hercules, Darius has striven to be as physically fit as he possibly can be. And by a look at his body today, he has more than achieved this goal. At a height of five feet ten inches, he has an almost flawlessly formed body, with the notable exceptions of a few minor natural deformities, which are so insignificant that they aren’t even worth the mention at this point. His muscles are clearly kept, and of course, strong even in their appearance, being akin to any Olympian hero. His posture is one of a smooth and defined nature, and each movement his body makes is done so with a strong sense of purpose.

His skin has a glossed, shined tan, which is rather on the dark side, though not very much so. The texture is generally perceived as smooth, and soft, which is a shock considering the amount of muscle tissue underneath. His chest, and his abs bear a series of rough scars indicating a rough past, to some extent, or possibly just one of a foolish youth. Either way, they are there. Upon his back, aligned perfectly with his neck, and reaching half way down, is a tattoo, which depicts a Chinese dragon rising, between two crossed broadswords, similar to those held by the two large statues in front of the Coliseum at Olympus.

Detracting somewhat from his generally attractive appearance is his hair. Dark brown in color, it is long, wild, and untamed by anyone at this point. He also maintains a five o’clock shadow.

His attire is not entirely consistent from moment to moment. In training and non-mission oriented affairs, he wears a more simplistic style of clothing, usually consisting of an open black silk made vest, a pair of semi baggy black sweat pants, and red and black martial arts shoes. Yet in battle, he adorns his ancestral attire. This attire consists of a set of scaled armor, and a red under shirt and “skirt” so to speak, and armored leggings.

Biography:
Thirteen years ago, there existed a small village resting in the shadow of a powerful mountain, which was both feared, and revered by all of the people. Both old and young, rich and poor, strong and weak, man and women knew that this mountain sat the seats of the greatest powers in their worlds. Legend had it that the Gods themselves had made this peak their place of home, where they would go about their everyday lives and disperse from to complete their tasks on the mortal world. It was both an honor, and a fear enticer to live the shadow of such a powerful place.

Yet the legends of these mighty Gods, who held such great power over so many men, intrigued a young boy in the village. He had heard the legends many times over since he could first understand speech, and had been allured to the notion of these immortal beings. It wasn’t long before this boy would be motivated to seek out the top of this mountain, and see the Gods for himself. And he was set on this path by yet another “legend of old.” For the sake of getting a laugh, this boy’s uncle fed him a made up story of how a man had once climbed up the mountain and met the Gods. As he had managed to reach the top, the gods allowed him to become one of their own, and granted him power, and immortality.

Believing his uncle to be truthful, and unaware that he had had no intention for his nephew to actually climb the mountain, the boy packed as much as he could into a single carrying pouch, and climbed up the mountain. But before long, his food began to run short, and his water depleted to almost nothing. And he was, by his guess, not even half way up the mountain. He became desperate. Taking up the dagger he bought with him, he replenished his stocks with several anima meats, hunted down personally. Each time he would run out of food, he would hunt, and restock his supplies.

As time passed, he lost sight of his village from the altitude he stood at, and the weather began to get harsh. And little did he know that his parents and other family had been searching the village and the surrounding area in search of him, and had since declared him dead. Yet all that concerned him was getting t the top of the mountain. So he trekked onward towards the hopeful top of the mountain, until finally, he came to the very top of the peak, and found himself both in a warm, and beach like setting, apparently having passed into heaven itself. Before him was a large door, looked over by two warriors lunged at each other, blades crossed.

He was greeted soon by a short, “pigman” who went by the name of Phil, who interrogated him as to how he had arrived upon the “Coliseum”, as the place was apparently known. He struggled to explain his adventure up the mountain he realized that he had been climbing for two years straight, surviving in harsh mountain conditions. This brought him to tears, as he realized that he had caused both panic and despair amongst his people. But Phil was quick to dry his tears by stating that a messenger from the Coliseum had been sent down to the village a year ago to inform his people that he was in fact alive still. They had known he would be coming.

So in the following three years, the boy, Darius, had worked his way into an exciting life in the Coliseum. He was gifted with free ring side seats to many of the battles and tournaments, and even got a chance to help out in the arena, setting up the ring for matches. Adding to his benefits of working at the Coliseum was his personal training, which was overseen by none other than Hercules himself. Naturally, under such instruction, age fifteen saw the young Darius in prime physical condition, and by age sixteen he was permitted by Phil and Herc to battle in the Coliseum. While his opponents were usually weaker than most others, he showed great promise as a warrior, with strength, and the heart to go with it.

While winning the majority of his matches in the Coliseum it was only natural that Darius would also lose his fair share. On such match sticks out well in his mind above all others. It was a battle against an older man, perhaps in his sixties, though by looking at him one would assume him to be younger. His name was Zen Fei Hui, a man said to be revered in his parts. While Darius had put up the good fight against Zen, he was defeated when the warrior used a secret power, which not only knocked Darius out, but also left him seriously impressed after the battle.

Following waking up from being knocked out, Darius gave chase of Zen as he departed the Coliseum. He asked the man where he had come from, to which he was met by the answer of “Land of Dragons”. He then asked the man what nature of power he had used in the battle. The man answered, “chi”. Darius, in a semi frustration replied with two simple words: “TEACH ME”.

Not one to decline a student, Zen Fei Hui took the young Darius Nikolaidis under his wing as a pupil in martial arts and in the use of chi. This training went on for some four years, during which the youthful warrior learned the various manners in which the force known as chi could be manipulated for practical use. It was a difficult road to take, and Zen’s teaching method was far from being standard. Regardless, by age twenty, he had apparently mastered this art, and was set off on a journey of personal advancement, working solo to transcend his own limits.

Although he was missing for many of the events surrounding Sora and the Organization among other things, he was made well aware of such events by travelers that he had met along his way. Their information, while biased normally towards one side or the other, at least had merit to it, and was thus believable in the long run. Now that he has returned, he hopes to show the worlds what he has learned and possibly teach others himself.

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Name: Shinto Kansuke

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:
http://i272.photobucket.com/albums/jj192/sunfiretlz/anime/HotAnimeGuy8.jpg

Side:
Darkness

Weapon:
http://setcha.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/scythe.jpg

Power Base:
Shinto has, since the beginning of his days, been a being fueled by the darkness. His power is largely derived from an ever present demonic force known only as "Zhyriad", an energy of darkness in it's purest of forms. His mastery of this force offers to him a maximized, inhuman stamina, enabling him to do constant battle for days on end. The standard of his magic is of a power over these dark energies, which he can bend to meet nearly any desire he may have.

Major Abilities:

Shadow Diving-
Shinto is able to directly assimilate his being into the darkness. This can be either a physical, mental, or even spiritual assimilation. He can expand shadows around him, forming them into physical manifestations such as blades and arms, and even forge extra, sometimes superfluous apendafes for himself. He is able to will the darkness to conceal his presence, both physically and spiritually, avoiding detection by others. He can even morph himself into shadow for brief intervals, during which he can act as a shadow heartless in sinking into the ground. Do long as it is on his current world, He is able travel between different shadows.*

Zhyriad Focus:
All attacks used by Shinto that utilize dark energy make use of Zhyriad. He can channel the force Zhyriad through his spiritual essence and unto the physical plane encompassing his own body, and his environment.*

Zhyriad Burst-
A densely packed blast of dark energy focused into the palm of Shinto's hand, and released at his foe, or target. The density of the blast allows for less energy to be used, while maintaining the power of the attack.

Zhyriad Fire-
While not a practical attack for one on one battle, Zhyriad fire is extremely effective against larger numbers of foes, or simply for the spread of destruction. The attack uses a greater amount of lossely pack energy, that resembles fire in it's appearance. Since the energy is not as densely concentrated, rather than creating an explosion like Bursts do, the energy remains in its firelike state upon contact with the targeted area, the longer it remains, the farther it spreads over the area.*

Shadow Flux Orb-
And orb formed of the essence of darkness, formed in the palm of Shinto's hand and fired off into the sky. Upon bursting, at his command, the orb spreads the dark essence over an area, blocking any light cast upon the area from outside of the distance of the Flux orb.*

Vortex-
A new application used by Shinto to supplement the corridors of darkness used to traverse the worlds. Coupling the opening of a portal in front of him, opening to his foe, he uses his dark energy to create a pulling force into the portal. In essence, the portal is smaller scale black hole.

Shadow Coating-
A proccess of energy output through which Shinto focuses Zhyriad around his weapons or body, making his physical attack akin to his energy based attacks.

Dark Stream-
A similar attack to the Zhyriad Burst, in that the attack's energy is channeled through the hands. Yet rather than being released in the form of a small burst, it is released as a stream of energy. A person hit by the stream will, without defenses, be trapped within the stream.*

Terra Blast-
Simply put, Terra Blast is a focus of Zhyriad through the ground at Shinto's feet, creating streams of energy through the earth, culminating in a blast when the stream reaches it's target. An individual stream can be split into multiple streams, and multiple streams can merge into one.

Bio:
On his homeworld, Shinto had been revered as a master swordsman, yet he was also feared for being a viscious vagabond. While his mastery of the blade was with few rivals, he was far from being a hero of his age. In his time at home, he had built a rather inglorious reputation as a warrior who sought violence where ever he went. After some time, the rulers of his world decided that he was too dangerous to allow to live any longer, and dispatched their finest warriors upon Shinto.

Yet they all, one by one, fell to the wandering villain. Each body was found at the site of their clash with the swordsman, and each one was ruthlessly cut up with near perfect slashes. None them had lived long enough to tell the tale of how they had come to their defeat.

With the world in a panic, the ruler sent out an entire army to defeat Shinto once and for all. But to their shock, he was nowhere to be found.*The truth was, that he had escaped from his pursuers, and was well on his way to a new world.

With each new world that Shinto has arrived in, he has challenged the best warriors they had to offer. And each warrior has fallen just the same as those on his homeworld. He has been labeled a murderer on most worlds, and in others a demon, and a monster. After much traveling, he has at last come to the realm of light seeking a worthy opponent.

Theme Music:
Character Intro Theme -
YouTube - Samurai Warriors 2 OST - Interlude ~Sengoku 2 Mix~

Character Main Theme -
YouTube - PHOENIX Project - Battle with Magus

Character Battle Theme -
YouTube - Legend of Mana OST - The Darkness Nova

Of her own accord, naturaly, and out of her disconcern with the situation, as ther was nothing to worry about at that moment, Xelah took the time to doa bit of her own exploring. The castle was full of, yet at the same time, devoid of all memory. Perhaps it was just that she knew the history of the place. It had been where the hero of legend had been captured, so to speak, and stripped of the memories he had built up over the years. These memories destroyed those memories of the people that had been close to the hero.

This history too, pointed to the failue of the old organization. They had been a foolish, and unruly crowd. There was no sense of trust except among the elte few within the order. And they had hence fallen victim to in fighting, and insurection on more than one occassion. Traitors will ot be tolerated in this organization. As leader, I'll see to that. But I can't help but wonder... where are my associates at?

Slacking off had, lately, become a staple of sorts in Ankuskex’s life these days. He had been demoted from his ranks within the Forsaken roughly three times now, and each one seemed to have come with a diminished level of responsibilities entrusted to him. While he had once been at a higher rank, in fact, the second in command at a time, he had been a bit of a “bad egg” as some might say. But it was hardly his own fault that he was like this. Xelfix simply didn’t understand his nature, his style, and method of operation.

But it was perfectly fine by him at this point in time, a fact that he was never too slow to express. He had mouthed off, stormed out, and even just ditched many of the meetings that had been held lately. While reprimanded, and scolded by his associates, he still cared not. He was his own “person” in one so fragmented could still hold such a title. It was likely that he didn’t even exist at all. None of them truly did. Not real body, no soul, and no heart. What did that make them? They were, in the sense of wholeness, less than nobodies and heartless.

These were dangerous thoughts though. He had tried hard not to think them, for he knew full well that he was as powerful as any heartless or nobody in the worlds. He was well to do in combat, to the point of almost revere among the commoners, but then again, everyone in these organizations were revered by their underlings. It was simply his own pride that had worked him into such thoughts of glory and fame.

But they were far more than just thoughts at this moment. Standing there, upon the station tower in Twilight Town, looking over the brilliant sunset that would have had a full being in awe, he had realized that he had been consumed by ambition. An ambition of dominance, to show that he was greater than his “mighty leader”, and could bring about an early Golden Age for the Forsaken. He had the power, he new that much, but he lacked the preparedness. Time was needed, and perhaps a little bit of sucking up to get back in his master’s good graces. “Yes, that is what must happen now. But time will be taken.”

Very well. I can adhere to these terms. And I never said that I could mimic the powers of others. And I can by no means render their attacks useless. Even if I were to maintian the absorption power, it would still have a draw back in that a physical body can only hold so much energy. And I never said he was engimatic or anything. He's just a drifter.

On the world, or rather, in the void between some unknown planes of existence, in the place known only as Castle Oblivion, a figure, clad in the familiar outfit of a group now long since extinct, stood with her gaze transfixed upon the turrets and towers of the now rundown structure. Yet she was unaffected by the sight of this dilapidated place, as she knew its history more than well enough to understand that it was a place that could not be expected to be lavish and over indulging. Nor was she in much expectation for a welcoming party, though she would not be surprised to run into a troupe of heartless on her way through the gates. In fact, it would have been the perfect complement to such a location to have such foul breed of scavenger in its midst.

Yet the young woman, if she was indeed still a woman in the absence of her heart, was not to found by anything of ill will upon her person. The walk through the gate into the castle into a blinding white entrance hall, which expanded back some hundred feet length. The walls seemed almost featureless, and would have been if not for the fact that for whatever reason, there had been decorations left upon the room. The most distinguishing of these decorations were the dried, withered roses that acted as the carpet for this room. A nostalgic welcoming indeed, she thought scathingly. They sure did know how to clean up after themselves.

There was however, little more to concern herself with so far as the memories of the now inconsequential history of the castle. The mistakes of the past had been made by the people of the past, and should therefore be left to the past in order for the present to work for the future. And she could believe confidently that there would be a powerful, and glorious future for the nobodies. They needed only to unite, and they would conquer. But still, first thing was first. Home, as it was, had to be situated before much else could be done. Raising her hand up to the side of her head, she made a snap, which echoed off the walls and ceiling, and through the castle as a whole.

Before her now stood ten Dusks, the lowest ranking of the lesser. While low in rank, their use was far from meager. They made excellent scouts, and were the vanguard of the nobody forces. Without a strong base of “grunts” an army would falter, and fail. The loyalty of the commoners was crucial to the Organization’s plans. Her orders for this squad were simple, which was not much like her these days.

“Alright,” she said, looking each one in where their eyes would have been if they had any before continuing. “Your chore is to check this entire building for intruders, or obstructions. If you find ANYTHING, or ANYONE, that is not of our own design, or kin, then report back here, and I will deal with them or it personally. Saluting their leader in the Dusk fashion, each one slithered off in their own desired direction, each one different, as though they had already known where they would look.

OOC: Thread subscription is found under thread tools at the top of the page.

Hopefully it will. It usually works, so I wouldn't show.

@Blizzard:
For photobuckt pictures it works differently. When your at the link that you have posted, you ave right click (or control click if you're on a mac), and select "properties" on the menu that a appears, then you just copy the link that it gives there, just in case you were interested in knowing that :)

1. Yes, I see that I missed a part of the template or two.

2. In terms of his energy absorption, it only works under certain conditions, such as a burst of energy shot at him and such. As any energy drawing medium however, he himself can "overload" which, given other circumstances with his character, would, inevitably, leave him dead, as the logical effect would be an explosion of his body. Thus, he would be unable to store massive amounts of energy. Simply put, he must be appraoched in a differnet manner than other characters. Basically, he is a character that is on a high teir in terms of magic, yet melee combat would more than likely see him at more of a disadvantage.

3. If you payed attention, if he is deprived of his wings, he is perfectly killable, and pluse, he can be injured, and must take the time to heal, which means that fatal injuries are like hell for him when he gets hurt. This, however, I am more than willing to exclude for the sake of fairness.

I digress, the only difference between my character(s), and those that most others here play, is the level of detail I put into my profiles. You'll find that greater detail, initially makes everything seem OP'd. Yet when one gets down to it, it merely serves to give the RPer conditions to stick to.

No, I was saying if me playing a second villain was not pernitted, given the limited number of slots available, that I would be willing to abandon him and play a hero instead.

And what reasons are those, might I ask?

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Name: Ankuskex
Former Name: Shinto Kansuke
Gender: Male
Rank: II
Power:
Request - Darkness –
As can be expected of one with such powers, Xabrin can utilize those darkest, and generally most foul energies of his being, formed into blasts and the like on his whim. He is also graced with the power to block out light over a set area, and merge his entity with shadows around him, allowing him to use shadows to travel through to different places upon a world (not for traversing to different worlds), as well as spawn weapons and other device from the darkness itself.

Weapon(s):
Generally anything he is able to pull from the shadows. Though he prefers the use of twin katana above all else.

Personality:
If you’re really so eager to know, Ankuskex is extremely brash and judgmental of others, even his own superior. What’s more is he has an ego that spans all of existence itself. Given this, he believes that his “leader” has no authority, and ultimately has a great contempt for him. He has disobeyed Xelfix on several occasions already, and has been demoted three times already for insurrection. In the end of it all, he is power hungry now, and while he is now working to stay in his master’s good graces, his far from being loyal now. He generally comes off as a man of a spontaneous nature, difficult even for his allies to predict.

*Naturally, I will alter his powers by your request, or I can make a hero if playing two villains is unacceptable.

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Name: Xelah
Former Name: Leah
Gender: Female
Number: I
Code Name: The Deep Thought

Power: Thought
From the process of her own thoughts which are in all senses extreme and complicated in nature, Xelah is able to spawn horrifically powerful telekinetic attacks capable of moving things on a molecular level, and psychic energies which are normally channeled through her hands, though can sometimes be seen coming directly from her forehead. She can interfere with the thought process of any single person within a 30 foot radius of herself, and send wide ranging telepathic messages across the worlds themselves. When allowed to, she can link her own thoughts to her organization members, allowing her to see what their minds perceive.

Weapon(s):
Two large, crescent shaped blades that she moves via telekinesis her telekinesis. While rarely used, she is, with out a doubt very skilled in their use.

Personality:
Well in tuned with her own actions, and thoughts, albeit their complexity, and obscurity, she his generally calm, and a thinker. She acts with careful consideration to the tasks she endeavors, and ultimately, utters the most extreme control over herself even in the most stressful of situations. Thus, she is, in essence, the quality of a good leader.

Spoiler

Username:
Ego Imperium

Name:
Iguru Arashi

Age:
25

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
http://www.madman.com.au/wallpapers/samurai_7_151_1280.jpg

Personality:
If an analogy is acceptable: Arashi is a man who can, akin to the air, come as a "soothing breeze", or as a "raging cyclone".

Weapons:
Cyclone Blades- Normally unused blades found carried upon his waist most of the time. Both blades are standard katana, with a simple sky blue and white color scheme upon their hilts. On the end of the hilts are two not so simple designs, which resemble eagle heads built into the hilts themselves.

Eagle’s Crest-
This weapon, much like a keyblade would have, chose for Arashi to be its master wielder. The weapon resembles a large, and heavier eagle’s feather, colored brown with a mix of white, and griped by calamus as its hilt. Being significantly heavier than a normal sized feather, it is far easier use in battle as a blade. The weapon, which is roughly seven feet in length, is surrounded by an ever constant air flow which

Spells:
Arashi is well known in his own parts as being a well-accomplished master of the Tei Magi, a form of magic based around an extremely focused air based magic, granting him an impressive control over that which can be connected to air, and air particles. He is most accomplished in the use of such magic in melee style fighting, as he can create air movements strong enough to propel himself over distances, as well as move the air in front of or behind him out of his way has he moves. This creates a completely frictionless path from point A to point B, and he has reached a level of aptitude such that he can negate such effects relatively quickly, eliminating most problems that may arise from the lack of such forces as friction. From this power, he has managed to achieve superior speeds and maneuverability, and rarely has to allow his own body to do much work.

Depending on how he chooses to move said air, the attacks and defenses of the “element” itself can cover a wide range of power, and targeting. Shifting the air around yet away from his body can serve as a shield against most physical attacks. Attacks can range from the simple creation of wind gusts and cyclone’s over a space, to high-pressure air streams. Of curse, not all of these techniques are of a “destructive” nature. Arashi holds power to expand the air over a set distance, and within specific concentrated areas, causing lower temperatures. Likewise, he can “pack” the air, causing the temperature to rise.

Lightning-
Focusing his concentration specifically on the charges of air particles, He creates an electric discharge, creating what is a normally downsized bolt of lightning, though through greater focus, he can use it to summon full-fledged lightning bolts.

Biography:
(Coming soon)

Intro Post:
I'm sure that by now you've seen my style via other RPs. If you find it unacceptable... well, I can't really do much.

Character Theme:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AS70GnuNdn8

Battle Theme:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q--wwHdHjfg

OOC:
This statement is moot to the extreme. The only character(s) now in Twilight Town are my own, and they are the ONLY ones in position to do it any harm. I can say this, because I am one of two people in this entire RP that has even stated the locations of my characters.

And Twilight Town may soon need attending too, s well as Radiant Garden, and once I make my next move, The Land of Dragons will be in a rather dire predicament as well.

A voice from nearby brought itself into Lyleth's attention, uttering inqusition to her actions. The figure, while visible, was cloaked within the shadows from wence he had come, and while he spoke calmly, there still an air force in his words. It was of little interest for Lyleth to explain herself to this stranger, though the manners of her class dictated that she acknowledge.

"If you must know," she said, "I'm taking over here. My reasons are my own, and that's all you need know."

-Twilight Town, Market Street-

Coming through the now emptied Tram Common, Lyleth let out what would be the first of many sighs of disappointment. Keybearers are normally drawn out by the mistreatment of others. They are natural born protectors of those that can't fend for themselves. At least, the bearers of the light are. Yet the notion that causing trouble would spark the arrival of a keybearer had failed the young princess. Were the keyblades now gone from this world? Or were their wielders simply cowards?

"As I should of suspected," she said, louder than she had intended. "Key wielders are merely cowards who turn tail at the signs of trouble. Guards, begin to strip wat you can of this town. I'll take care of things myself."

The troop of guards disperssed themselves across the Common, and door to door, began to round up the townsfolk. Here, shop owners and clerks were removed from their buildings, and marched by pairs of guards our from the area. Lyleth, pleased to soon call this town her new base of operations, prepared for the remodeling of the town. Staring, focused upon a building in front of her, her yes widened passed what they normally were, and the building was crushed under the sheer weight of her thought.


-Radiant Garden-

While Lyleth enjoyed her remodeling in Twilight Town, the Champion Ian Durvin was having his own "fun" in the world of Radiant Garden. Having landed in a massive canyon, he had settled for little notice upon his initial arrival. Yet unlike Twilight Town, people here were far more agressinve, and attentive to the goings on around them. Several knights had rushed him upon his entering the village, and thushad met their ends at his more than able hands. Those who had once been mighty warriors were left defeated by the might of the Champion, who had now begun to make his way into the heart of the village.

(Yeah, so I'm a bit amussed by the fact that I could crash land a ship in Twilight Town and not have anyone there notice it.)

Climbing out from the crater left by their ship's crash, Lyleth and her squad of guards emerged into an uncomfortable position. On all sides, they were surrounded by people, looking at them as though to inquire as to who exactly they were, and why they were here. Yet at the same time, they were too frightened by the sight of the guards' rifles to appraoch them to ask their questions. And still, the crowd was too frightened even to move from the party's path.

One guard was reaying himself to fire upon the crowd, but a snapping of fingers from behind him told him that his princess desired to do the job herself. The guards gave Lyleth an opening such as to give her the full view of the crowd. "My guards and I would be ever so appreciative if you would step aside," she said kindly to the people. Yet she was answered with silence, and stillness. Rolling her eyes, she made a left to right sweeping motion with her right hand, and the crowd, as though plowed through by a truck, was knocked away to the side, screaming in fear at the "magic" that they had been subjected to. With one quick stare at the mass of people now piled up at the side of the alley, Lyleth's guards reformed their formation, and the party continued to make their way through the town.