|x|Kingdom Hearts: Into the Void|

Hmmm very interesting. So your character is a lower henchwoman to the Saliga much like the nobodies to Organization XIII. I can't wait to see all of the interaction of the groups. I would prefer a rpg sample like everyone else. I'll still consider adding you, but I would like to see a sample of what you can do. It wouldn't be fair to anyone else who sent forth rpg samples if you didn't. It does not have to be super long, just 2 paragrahs at the most.

Note: We really need somone to play as Sora and Xemnas. Someone has got to boss the rest of the organization members around right? Character sign ups are still open.

 

Not a lower henchwomen..actually...shes part of the leaders..right? Eh..but if you wish that, I will do so. Hench people do more cool stuff then leaders!
I put a ? there because I didn't know what you were talking about. But, now
I know, so...

Avaritia, now being forced to be called that after her entrance to SALIGIA. the thoughts that drove her was only the hate for humans. She was perfectly happy and proud what she did to herself to not be like that pathetic race. Her tongue moved over to her sharp teeth. How great it would be to bite someone with these...not using weapons. Her claws, and teeth. I'd pick up one inferior being, claw it's innards out and throw it down to a hard grave of rocks.
She was one herself, until she trained herself the arts of demons until she became corrupted and thought maddening thoughts of violence.
She closed her eyes, of the pleasuring thoughts of war filled her head. To eliminate the keyblade brat, most people called him. A sap, she heard rumours. So..a boy who's trying to trick everyone into there soft side until he can backstab them and ruin there lives. He will be eliminated. I swear to my demonic blood. DIE!

 

Ok you're added. I stand corrected. Avarita is indeed one of the highest order of Saliga and she can still be out there on the grounds of battle. It's your choice of how you want her to be.

Since the fires in Southern California don't seem to be that much of a threat as of now, if anyone would like to begin sooner than what I said please say so. We still need someone to roplay as Sora and Xemnas. I myself can not be Xemnas for I already have two organizaton xiii members, Demyx and Larxene that I will be roplaying as.

 

Roleplaying sooner sounds good to me but I am not good at roleplaying either characters.

 

Xemnas I shall be. But remember this: I have a weakness in writing extra long posts. Unless I have four characters, and rping between them...

 

Name of Desired Character: Sora
How much you know about him: Played KH, COM and KH2, know he's goofy and is not really smart sometimes, he acts before he thinks as shown in KH2.
Length of RP experience: Did about 2 or 3 plays on here.
Average Post Length: about 3-6 lines depending on the situation.

 

Yes we have a Sora and a Xemnas. I went ahead and added you both. Let me know when you guys would like to begin?

Note: When we do start this rpg please stay in your characters. If you need to say something outside of character please use this example at the top of your post. (OOC: enter message here) This helps the rpg run smoothly. Also if anyone like to destinate a time to where there will be more interaction between characters, let me know what is better for you. Personally evenings work for me, but I have a lot of time on my hands so I can work it either way.

 

Evenings are better for me as well, except on weekends I'm for any time of day.

 

(OOC:Cool. We'll go ahead and begin then. Who ever would like the first post go ahead and start this off with a bang.

 

Name: Evan
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Home World: Twilight Town
Physical Description: Evan has dirt blond hair that is the normal length for a boy these days, about covering his eyes. His eyes are a brown but green color, and they are big, much like Sora's. Evan wears "Emo glasses" an never takes them off, claiming that they give him some magical ability. Evan wears a necklace with a piece sign on one side and a shark on the other, he says it is "a balance of good and evil". On top, normally he wears a gray or black plain shirt, sometimes wearing a black and purple sweatshirt. Most of the time Evan wears just blue jeans or gray jeans, and he's not caught anywhere without his black hightops on his feet.
Personality: Evan's personality is very complex. Most of the time he is funny and witty, but when provoked he can become darker and more serious. He takes fighting darkness very seriously, and is never afraid to defend the light. He likes having fun and goofing around, especially with his friends. Evan is a people person, and loves being close to his friends as he always feels more comfortable by them, especially when he knows they are safe.
History: Evan had just turned 15 when the Husks invaded his home in Twilight Town. Upon facing one, he got his weapon which he calls "Ranpu" which is Japanese for Light. He realized that the Husks were terrorizing everyone in the town, and that his friends were in danger. The night he got Ranpu, he snuck out to see where his friends were, as they had promised to meet at the sandlot. Nothing was there except Husks, which Evan quickly destroyed. He went to his friend's house, and tried to see in the window. He couldn't, so he climbed the facade of the building to his friend's bedroom window. The curtains were blowing in the wind, but no one was inside. He went to his other friend's houses, and the scene repeated itself. He left a note the next morning on his kitchen counter to his parents saying that he had to find his friends and he would be back before they knew it. It also said that he loved them very much, as he loved being surrounded by the people he knew and was loved by.
Keyblade Wielder: Yes, I suppose, since Evan's weapon has all the powers of a Keyblade, but does not have the same physical appearance.
RP Sample: Evan walked into the sandlot. Nobody was there. "Where could they be? We were supposed to meet at this time." Evan thought out loud. Suddenly some Husks started materializing. "Not you, not now!" He got out Ranpu and got to work. He flipped forward, and landed on one of the Husks, which dissapeared into Nothingness. He then spun around quickly enough to see another Husk lunge at him, which he did a round house kick towards, and the Husk landed on the ground. He stabbed his blade through it, but it didn't bleed. "Weird Creatures..." The Husk dissapeared. He flipped back wards and slashed two jumping Husks before he hit the ground. He spun around and killed three more Husks before running towards his friend's house.

 

(OOC: I went ahead and added you. I guess I'll go ahead and start us off. If you still want to join please let me know but use the sample of OOC.)

Water droplets arose from the air and crashed upon the ground as the melodious nocturne conjured his water ability once more after have been engulfed in the darkness for an unknown amount of time. Looking at his visage in a puddle of water he examined himself. Time had passed and yet he appeared to look the same; his golden brunette mullet was a tad messier and his aqua orbs had their shimmering effect yet hid his mysterious other side that was only revealed when need be. He placed a hand through his hair and began to fiddle with the spikes using the puddle as a mirror.

Finally getting his hair to the way he liked it, Demyx struck an angry cord on his sitar since he was frustrated that his musical talent had diminished from not being able to practice. He did not remember what had occurred when Sora did beat him, but all he knew that his beloved sitar had vanished and that he let out a cry of agony when he felt his spirit being torn apart from the darkness that was sucking his life force away. Just thinking about that short punk with strange clothes and big feet caused Demyx's blood to boil for he was the one that ended his life. Gripping his sitar like someone's throat, the memories continued to haunt his mind and caused the mask that he wore; his carefree foolish side; to come off revealing his serious yet dangerous side to emerge through the slanted eyes of deceit and malice.

With this new profound existence that had been hidden for so long, his element became violent gushes of water and damaged the walls of the interior of his room. Panting and realizing what he had done, he switched back, looked at the damage of the room and fled the scene of the crime when he heard footsteps of another member emerge from the shadows and shout his name. He knew it was one of the higher members in rank and that if he was caught he would have to answer to Xemnas. Hiding underneath one of the spiral stair cases of the castle he knew there was going to be hell to pay when they discovered that he was playing his sitar rather than helping the other members with the current invasion of insignificant intruders.


Larxene was used to always getting her way with most of the members through violence or her obnoxious attitude. She knew Demyx was afraid of her wrath and that he avoided her mostly because of her element of thunder. On the other hand, Demyx's other side welcomed the challenge and would confront her in his leisure. Larxene being the strongest female of the group, would also spar with the musician only to be foiled by his devastating water attacks. In the past she did not interact with the ninth member due to her involvement with Marluxia of attempting to take over the organization, but now she had been given a second chance and she wanted to learn more about this goofball and his antics.

"I know you're there Demyx. You better come out and help us with getting these new intruders out our castle or I'll make you come out. It's either me or face Xigbar who yelled your name for some strange reason, '' she clenched her fist and showed a bolt of lightning.

Cloud's sword wavered helplessly stuck in the ground as he kneeled on one knee gasping from the fight he had endured with Sephiroth for the second time. "He's never going to go away," he thought as he clenched his head while beads of sweat dropped on the ground. "I am you? What does that mean?" he remembered the one winged angel's words after their fight had finished. Staggering to his feet and seizing his sword from the ground he walked over to his motorcycle and revved up the engine. Grasping the gears he sped off not thinking twice about what loomed ahead.

 

ooc: No..wait, I can't be Xemnas.
So..how would I start with Avaritia?

 

(OOC: Ok just have a setting of where she's at and go from there. Just make something up and we will all follow.)

Demyx knew that Larxene was not kidding and could hold her own if she needed to. He knew her temper was short and was wanning thin. He watched the current of electricity spark and hit the ground. Coming out from the shadows he approached the angry female member and grinned slightly. "You don't have to use your power to show that you mean business," he walked towards, his azure eyes keeping a eye on her to make sure that he wasn't going to get blasted.

Larxene chuckled for she loved to strike any sense of fear to any member She crossed her arms and chuckled knowing that she got her way again. She was a sadistic nobody, one for causing great pain. "I knew that you would come out of hiding. You don't want to anger me or there will be Hell to pay," her blue eyes looked slightly up since Demyx was taller than her.

Demyx sighed and rolled his eyes slightly. "I'm not afraid of you. I'm just afraid of your power just like you should be of mine. Water and electricity don't mix," he pointed his finger at her and waved it back and forth.

"You think I don't know that?" She walked past him and pushed his hand away from her. "Look there is some sort of threat going on around here. I don't know what or who they are, but we sure could use your help if you can manage that," her putdown was harsh for she received a cold stare from the melodious nocturne.

 

(OOC: What about the other characters that don't have players yet? Should we control them as well?)


A short wave of the wind rushed pasted the brunnete as he noticed a spiky blonde figure on his motorcycle from a far distance. He shielded his eyes and squinting slightly noticed that it was in fact Cloud. Leon chuckled slightly as he remembered his last encounter with the guy was when they had joined forces to help Sora take down the heartless. Cloud amuzed him and as a friend, felt sorry for him since he knew that the indivdual blamed himself because of Sepiroth's envolvement and betrayal which might have resulted of Cloud being more aloof than the others. "What are you up to now?" He wondered as he tapped his communicator to try to reach him. "Hey Cloud, where are you going?"


Axel fell out of darkness as a blaze of fire had resurfaced from his soul causing the fire wielder to rise from the abyss of darkness. He noticed the green vortex still open as he picked himself off the ground wondering what had last happened before he thought he had faded away. Collecting his thoughts vaguely his emerald green eyes concentrated on summoning his powers half believing because of his sacrifice they were gone, but to solid relief noticed a flare of twisted smoke and twin chakrams had resurrected in both of his hands. The red head sighed in relief, but the question of where to go now had puzzled his mind. He had sacrificed himself for the enemy, no for Roxas who had lived inside the vessel, but the lost thought soon became a realization. His death was vain and Roxas was lost to Sora forever. Axel could go against the organization, but what reason was there. In his mind he was not a traitor but , but he knew that the other surviving members might think otherwise. They were corrupted, by the power of the superior who wanted Kingdom Hearts for himself. However judging by the hostile auras he was sensing their world could be in danger again.



With his chakrums still revealed he threw one of them at the white exterior of the castle not caring if it cracked the wall which resulted the fury and ignorance of the superior for his madness by using the other members who perished in his mind. The Flurry of Dancing Flames anger then intenisfied as he felt some familar auras clashing in the White Castle from a nagging voice of one of the organization members who he thought Sora had killed. Summoning a black vortex he appeared right in front of Demyx and Larxene.

"So one of the traitors returns, but it is too bad Marluxia's and your scheme to take over the organization didn't work out." He smirked cockily eying her specifically by rubbing it in her face. "So what business do you have with a higher rank member?"

 

ooc: ay, sirree.
bic:
Avaritia stood, arms crossed, surveying the landscape. They'd appear in that chapel...no, not good.
Avaritia examined the landscape. She stood on a bridge that was broken, a part of it was broken off, the large rubble peice in the water, smashing the smooth carpet floor which indicated where the river came from. The river started from a wrecked ship, filled with skelotons. Thorns littered the landscape, they seemed to be the only plants there.
The sky was an enless blue, and the dirt was thick, moist, and some dead trees sprouted from a few places in the ground. The river, running along through a village of smashed houses, split right through a chapel, which was in the middle of the village. The river started from a few geysers, which, if in contact, rip you to shreds.
This was the void. The void, they called it. Avaritia hated the name. Be orginal. Like Twilight town for instance. If she was in charge of naming, she'd call it....She was stumped. I'd call it hell.
It was a void. It littered with conclusions of disasters, but had the same scenery. Soft, moist, thick ground, with a few dead trees. It had broken villages, broken villages, shipwrecked ships against some bridges. The world, was divided in half. There would be one-ankle deep river that runs along a marble, maybe some other stone, carpet. Bridges are lined up over the river. The one she was standing on was one of the two that weren't completely destroyed, made into a mess and spread water to different parts of the world.
That was it. The place that she stayed at, where all the head honchos lived, was at a grand palace, surrounded by a bottomless pit, which is filled of water. Thorns grew from every part of the castle, feeding on the endless water supply. Drink it, you die. Swim in it, your transformed into something else...
She scratched her neck to get rid of the thoughts. She turned around, examing a skeloton in armour, with slash marks littered across it.
Humans. She spat at the armour, which hit the bone and burned a hole in it.
She hated them. Evil, imperfect, selfish creatures with horrible thoughts.
She unsheathed her claws, holding her face.
To become not like one is a great honour....
She smiled.
She turned, making a scar on her cheek to curse herself not to dillydally, as one of her henchmen once said. That skeloton was him.
Our next targets...a destroyed organization and a group of idiots.
She stayed unflinching as a wind blew a mist overtop of the land.
She had her tactics. They'll go into action soon...

 

Serenity awoke with a start, the bleak forest lights met her eyes. The stream still trickled its way to the ocean and the trees still seemed to meet the endless sky. She sighed softly and crawled to the stream, blood red eyes stared up at her. "You would think I was dead." Serenity murmured as she began braiding her midnight tresses. "I mean my skin is paler then the light that the moon is casting to the ground, and I'm sure my clothes are no reassurance to anyone who doesn't.....anyone who sees me."

Standing agilely she walked to the messanger bag and pulled out the old cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders. Serenity frowned, her supplies were low. She'd have to go into town this evening. Taking each step, as though planned, she walked towards the old manor. Dimples, blonde curls, he even had the crystaline blue eyes....No she musn't think about him. "I'll find you." She gripped the guitar pick on her necklace and continued onward until the moon's light was illuminated by the pearly white house. In the scant light Serenity could follow each pattern that danced across her skin in ink.

Serenity fell to her knees and looked up at the house, "Who am I?" She sobbed silently.

 

I'd just like to say that the setting for the void, that I thought up with, is pretty much the same different of Sleeping Beauties world with Malifecent style.

 

As Serenity heard the quiet footfall of someone approaching the house she dashed into the woods and wait in silence. When a tall male came through the thicket she studied him carefully. His long white hair fascinated her, she'd never seen hair on a young male. You couldn't say he was unattractive, the only questionable trait about him was the scar on his cheek. She shifted slightly and watched him as he walked towards the mansion and turned and looked at the spot in the woods where she was hidden and she could've sworn he'd seen her but he seemed to shrug it off as he casually looked around. She let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "That was too close." she murmered.