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| Kingdom Hearts - The Fight of Eternity; Private Rp, but I might let some people join.. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: September 10, 2010, 4:12 am (183 Views) | |
| Corrupted | September 10, 2010, 4:12 am Post #1 |
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The time of Roxas, Sora, and his friends was a time to remember. A time to cherish. Those were the times of hardship and misfortune, deaths and lives. The time, of the nobodies, and the time, of trying to get Kingdom Hearts. But many years have passed since that great part in history. And, only many few can tell about these times. The ones, who study history. Or take the time to know. Because now, in these even harder times, people cannot find the time to do so. The Nobodies, after many years got Kingdom Hearts, and they all gained their own heart. They decided to rule over every world. Each Nobody, or now called "Somebodys" would get their own parellel world. Many uproars have started and they tried to take them down, but the ones who have the power to stop them, are no where to be found. The worlds ended up in chaos, and are waiting for a chance to fight back. Only few, have the blood line left in their souls. Will they fight back? Or are they the ones protecting their title? 
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| Corrupted | September 10, 2010, 4:43 am Post #2 |
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A boy: Name: Chester Age: 27 Role/Weapon: Keyblades: Survivor(broken), Rose's Thorn, Call of Thunder, Hammer of Wrath, Ebony, Wrath, and Tempest Personality: Chester is a shell of a man, nearly catatonic he rarely ever reacts to the world around him. When he does give insight to his inner thoughts he reveals them to be dark and disturbing things, full of regret and woe. Even his slumped posture and blank eyed stares give him the impression of a broken and defeated man with nothing but his pain and remorse to support him. Likes: ????? Dislikes: confrontation Bio: Ten years ago Chester set out in a desperate attempt to reclaim his home from the Sombodies with the help of his friends and his lover. But during the conflict he was captured and brutally tortured by the Sombobies before being used as bait to lure his allies into a trap. Chester was forced to watch as his allies and loved ones were slowly crushed under the weight of overwhelming numbers. Even as the last of his allies made their final desperate stand Chester screamed and begged his only remaining friend in the world to retreat, to run from the battle and forget about him. But such was the loyalty within the group of warriors that even as his friend was confronted with countless enemies, still he charged forward and in a final surge of strength hurled his weapon with all his might, freeing the battered and bloody Chester from his captors. But now unarmed, his ally had no way of defending or attacking the horde that surged around him. Even as Chester picked up his friend's keyblade and summoned his own, charging forward in a blind rage, his last and greatest ally fell. His final words rang through Chester's ears, "Endure the storm", as his body was devoured by the heartless. Chester, unable to accept the death of his friends and his lover charged and in a fit of desperate insanity tore through the gathered heartless to find each of his allies bodies, picking up their keyblades and adding them to the two he now had. With the incredible surge of strength the loss of all his friends had summoned in him Chester exploded through the heartless, and with the keyblades of six of his allies found the body of his beloved, bloody and broken, still clutching Rose's Thorn. As Chester reached out to the woman he had loved so fiercely, the heartless closed in around him. In that moment Chester didn't care what happened to him, whether he lived or died. But the voice of his allies rung in his ears again, and thinking for an instant that they had returned from the great beyond. But upon looking up he saw only the shadowed forms of the heartless about to rain down on him, and in that instant he knew that his friends weren't dead, that their hearts still lived, that he had retrieved them each in turn before he collapsed by the side of the woman he had once loved. Reaching out to her one last time, his fingers brushed the hilt of Rose's Thorn and all light faded. When Chester awoke he was understandably surprised to find himself still alive, but as he looked around he found himself in the ruins of the place that had once been his home but was now the location of all his nightmares. Laying around him in a perfect circle with their hilts facing inwards at him lay the keyblades of his five friends and his lover. In his hand he held his own Keyblade, Survivor, and at the sight at it's battered, chipped and tarnished blade, the memory of what had happened and why came flooding back. Even as he clutched at Survivor he felt his heart break as at the same time the gleam from his weapon Waned and went out. His heart, like his Keyblade, had been broken beyond repair in that instant, and he would have died, SHOULD have died, but for the ultimate sacrifice his allies had made for him. Since then Chester has been seen wandering through territories, the six Keyblades of his friends lashed to his body, dragging the remains of Survivor along the ground in his wake as he searches for the final battle to take his life and bless him with release from his pain. Appearance: Standing at a height of 5' 7", Chester seems even shorter than he really is due to the hunched over posture that defines his silhouette. But more obvious than his hunched back gate are the stained rags that cover his body. With arms, legs, torso and even head so covered in long strips of bandages stained with blood of varying freshness, and a single eye peering through the small gap in those otherwise covering every inch of his face, Chester is a truly pathetic and pitiable sight. Indeed, the emaciated form of his body combined with the rags makes him look like a walking corpse. Even what remains of his navy blue shorts and white shirt are torn such that they can barely quality as clothes anymore. His shoes, which once might have been a pair of sturdy combat boots, could hardly be called sandals at this point due to the gashes, tears, cuts and general damage that mar their surface. What skin does shine through the full body bandage is marred with scars of all shapes and natures. From the thin lines of small cuts to the ragged wheels of burn marks, to say his body has been through Hell would be an understatement. A girl: Name: Ralarcis - But called Ray Age: 19 Role/Weapons: She is second in command of the Somebody's. She is in control of water, and her weapon is a two handed sword that she called " Icarius " after she spoke to it. Personality: Ray is actually thought as a guy, for she never acts like a girl and is the strongest one of all Somebody's, but doesn't feel like being leader, due to her un - amusement of ordering people around. She is quiet, and barely partakes in anything that doesn't interest her. Which is pretty much everything. She is a loner, and often does nothing and ignores the others for they ignore her as well. They are however, scared of her, for they know she is stronger than their current leader. Ray does not usually know what goes on when the whole team leaves, but doesn't even go with them for she doesn't care. Her only job to help others is take out powerful heartless or train newbies. Ray has never been seen crying, and actually has never cried before. She is rock - hard, and won't soften her words to tell you something. But it's the only indication that she cares about you if she tells you the truth. She barely shows any kind of emotion, and doesn't pay attention to anyone she sees as boring. Likes: Quiet Dislikes: People and or almost everything Bio: Ray was sort of a human and sort of not when she was not even a nobody yet. Her parents had been murdered and sucked of life by heartless, and she was only saved by a scream she let out that sent waves through the entire town that showed her power. Drawn to her power, Nobody's defeated the heartless and made her a Nobody to help them achieve their goal. She was number 13. That day she never cried, nor showed pain. She was only the one of two that survived past that, in the survival for a heart. She was trained brutally and tough, for she was the only girl currently in the entire team. Only six years old, Ray was very upset about it and tried to get away. Sadly, she could not, and became cold and lonely over the years. Her "friend" and her decided to intimidate their new subordinates more b making them think she was a boy. They gave them hearts by taking them with her to Kingdom Hearts, which now let her touch it for she had one herself, and could defeat anything that tried to stop her. Ray had watched each of er old friends die in many battles for a heart. Ray may have a feeling of longing, but she isn't quite sure what the emotion is. She does nothing to partake in events, and only does as her leader says. When she was on patrol one night, she met a man covered in bandages that was definitley not in good shape. Should she heal him? She really thought not, not wanting to use her water powers for a stranger. She was curious, anyway and watched him. Appearance:  This is her girl image, if you ever see her that way. Her hair is the same, and you usually see her covered in a black cloak if she is ever like that.  She is 5'8, and stands up straight. She isn't strong and bulky like a normal guy, but her clothes cover it up anyway. She wears normal skinny jeans, and you will always see a chain on her neck, as it dangles down to her feet. Her hair is silver, and her eyes are a dark magenta, which scares her colleauges as much as it amuses her. She is covered in scars, and one scar in particular travels down from her right shoulder to her left hip. It has never fully healed. She also wears a blindfold and bandages to mock others, kind of, for she doesn't need to see to defeat all her opponents. She calls it," making it easier on them. " As if she isn't hard on them enough. Edited by Corrupted, September 11, 2010, 2:36 am.
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| aoberaz | September 27, 2010, 2:33 pm Post #3 |
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So I posted. Not sure if I let you know that before or not. I'm curious though, what is the significance of the hair and eye color? |
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| Corrupted | September 27, 2010, 11:47 pm Post #4 |
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I dunno. Just thought itwas interesting. And yes, I know, Im just extremely busy sorry. |
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| aoberaz | September 28, 2010, 12:37 am Post #5 |
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No worries. Hell, I made you wait so long. Just post whenever you have the chance! |
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| Corrupted | October 2, 2010, 11:46 pm Post #6 |
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I did! Sorry for the loooong wait 
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| That Butler | March 18, 2011, 3:08 am Post #7 |
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