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Krazy

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Behind the Door lies infinite knowledge.

Zomg, yeah. I felt mildly victorious typing that. ICKY BIO ALERT!

Name: Aozora Hikaru

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Alliance: Light

Weapon: Alchemy, OblivionAngel(Keyblade).
OblivionAngel is named after Aozora's state alchemist title, with an ebony handle, metallic, alternating crimson and obsidian angel-like wings around it bending back behind the blade and out of the way. The black shaft is surrounded by constantly-burning ruby flames, and the blade itself is a hardened, sharpened, onyx feather. His silver pocket watch dangles off the handle as the Keychain.

Personality: The most paranoid person you could ever meet. Ever. He's somewhat of an actor; exaggurating his sadness to get people to feel sorry for him or something. It doesn't usually work, so his horrible attempt at manipulation phails. I mean, fails. The worst lying skills any one person could have, and gets jealous easily. Though, I don't really know what he could/would be jealous of. Aozora is really cautious and oblivious, but he's not ... stupid. Usually. Worries a lot about friends and family. Will start FREAKING OUT if something he planned goes terribly wrong.

Bio: Claims to have been born and raised on a world called Amestris {The world of FullMetal Alchemist}, but is actually from Destiny Islands, though not in the way you'd think. Aozora has traveled about twenty years into the past to HERE via a miniturized variation of the legendary flux capacitor worked into the interior of his state alchemist's watch. Aozora can usually be found in Central City, as he earned the rights of a state alchemist in his time His original intention was to use his exclusive access to Military files to find his parents to prevent harm to them, thus preserving his own life. That plan failed miserably when he realized the Military didn't contain information on any other worlds besides Amestris.

How freakin' useless.

One of Amestris' train stations was suddenly filled with a new engine. A smaller, yet much more interesting train. Aozora climbed upon it in pure curiousity, and led him all the way to Radiant Garden/Hollow Bastion.

Appearence: Semi-spiky, platinum blonde hair that falls neatly around his face. Dark eyes that hold the familar apprehension usually found in his voice. Almost six feet tall, and he wears a black trenchcoat over his clothes, though he's not in the order.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v316/thunderwolf333/Untitled-1-1.gif

Theme Song: Rent - RENT. Yes. That's what I said.


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Name: Addivx

Title: Prodigious Clockwork

Rank: VIII, the Eighth.

Gender: Male

Element: The sands of time.

Weapon: An hourglass and a small katana he forms from the sand inside said hourglass.

Appearence: Appears a young child; innocent, not yet corrupted by the world. Curly dark brown hair, soft and clean like a child's should be. Knowing hazel eyes, always solving, learning. About three to four feet tall.
http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e82/bong_baby/manga-anime/fan/Detective Shinichi/untitled.jpg Close enough.

Personality: He is filled with wisdom, that which nearly surpasses his co-workers. A knowing smile always graces his young features, and he loves to learn what he doesn't already know. Addivx is a manipulating little five-year-old, crying for attention while acting as a decoy, etc.

Bio: [ It's optional as to how much you want to put ] ... so, I don't really hafta put anything? ...will edit if I have to.
 
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Behind the Door

Name: Desixon

Title: The Blinding Shadow

Rank: V

Gender: Male

Element: While it may seem out of place for a Nobody, the element that Desixon controls is light. Now, this of course isn't the metaphorical light, which is associated with Sora and the like, but this rather refers to the manipulation of the visible spectrum. Desixon can use his element offensively by creating exploding spheres of light that not only blind, but also burn as well as defensively by creating walls and sheilds of solid light energy.

Weapon: Desixon is not one for weapons, preferring not to assume a front line role in battle. His element is very useful for distraction or confusion tactics, thus making Desixon much more useful when paired with a strong fighter.

When he is required to fight solo, Desixon prefers to use two simple, identical daggers, both concealed in his pair of black boots. He has a decent amount of skill in marksmanship, and blinding light combined with hurling daggers make for a nice little lethal strike.

Appearance: Standing at roughly 6' tall and weighing 164 lbs, Desixon can easily be reffer to as having an 'average' body type. He has fairly muscular arms, and while his stomach is reasonably flat, there is definately no six pack going on. His hair, which is so blonde that it could be mistaken for white, is longer, with the bangs completely obscuring his forehead and sometimes hanging loosely into his light gray eyes. His skin is paler than normal, and he was blessed with a very good complexion; the only blemish on his face is a small scar on his left cheek right below the eye in the shape on a 'x'.

As for clothing, he is almost always seen in the standar Organization black cloak, hood usualy up to conceal his identity. Underneath, the color scheme remains the same, solid black from his t-shirt to his boots.

Personality: Quiet would be the single best word to describe the Nobody. He tends to be very introverted and will never engage in conversation unless spoken to first. Although he has no trouble being around other people, (he tends to work better when others are around), don't expect him to be the life of the party.

His thinking patterns tend to be logical and calculating, and he will often hang back just a few seconds longer than his fellow Nobodies in order to completely assess a situation. Although he is not the most physically powerful in battle, he does not doubt himself in it, and though his element is more useful in conjunction with another, he will not hesitate to unleash his raw power unaided.

Bio: No memory exists for Desixon of his life before he became a Nobody except his name, and he never found deciphering it very important. Being the fifth member in the Order, Desixon has held a stoic position right in the middle between the "elder" members and the "newcomers". He has a very neutral record with both groups, preferring to go with the majority rather than worry over petty things such as factions. As for the Door of Light, Desixon has only spoken of it once, and even then it was merely recognition of its existence. No one knows how the Nobody "feels" about the issue, save Desixon himself, and he isn't too keen on spilling his guts anytime soon.

Theme Song: Moments in the Woods -Into the Woods (Loser. XP )
 
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Crisis Break

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What's behind a door? No, thats not the question. The question is.. What's behind the door?

Name
Xucilan (formerly known as Lucian)

Title
The Cynical Gravitator

Rank
VII. The Seventh.

Gender
Male

Element
Xucilan's element is gravity, allowing him to defy it for flight, use it to levitate and move objects, and more offensively, drop unmatchable gravity levels to an object, essentially crushing it as a black hole would.

Weapon
Xucilan's weapon is seven diamond orbs that constantly hover around Xucilan at all times in the same fashion as Earth revolving around the sun. The orbs can be hurled at tremendous velocities, acting as bullets, but can replicate and match the strength of fists. Xucilan, apparently, is the only person able to wield these orbs, seeing as he uses his own power to keep them afloat.

Appearence
Xucilan has an average build, with a height of around 5'11", 6'1"ish. He has slicked argent-colored hair that spikes at the edges, matching the color of his sullen eyes.

Personality
Xucilan's persona highly resembles that of a cat, as he loves to toy with his victims, whether it being physical or mental. What this means is that Xucilan tries to weaken his enemies with petty blows before handling more aggressive ones, and he utilizes complicated riddles and phrases to catch his opponents offguard. Nevertheless, with his Organization, Xucilan is one for strategic measures. Strategy, sadistacy, and cynicalness are his primary actions around his troupe.

Bio
Prior to his work as a Nobody, there lived a man named Lucian Dundane Elias. Besides that small fact, Xucilan remembers little else. He can already assume his life, and his world, probably was taken over by the darkness of Heartless and his other half probably a lowly Shadow. You see, Xucilan likes to sadistically think about his life before this one. However, the only known facts prior to this Nobody is his full name, and an unmistakable feeling of heartbreak. But who is the woman who stripped him of his heart? Unknown.

Theme Song
Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis
 

TheClamWhisperer

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"Behind the door"

Name: Calista (Cal, Callie, Noctin)

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Alliance: Neutral

Weapon:

Angel's Deception: Calista's keyblade is a sleek, obsidian blade capable of causing devastating damage if the circumstances called for it. The blade itself is crafted with a series of durable, razor sharp feathers, alternating in color between ebony and white.

The feathers are jagged, capable of tearing muscle when thrust into flesh with ease. The hilt of the of blade are two angelic wings elegantly crafted into perfect replicas of a white wing and a black wing. Angel's Deception is bound to Calista's heart, meaning it will not work for anyone else.

Personality: Calista's appearance is the epitome of innocence, and her nature reflects her personality. Cal is sweet, sympathetic, kind, and generous, but the downside to this, is that she puts others before herself. Her temper is fiery, but depending on the antagonist she will either restrain herself or become furious.


She is the type who doesn't think before she acts, by pushing others out of the way to take the blow herself. Cal tends to keep her troubles bottled up inside of her, and her traumatizing memories locked up tight. The girl is very emotional, and expresses her feelings in a variety of ways. Even though she is always ready to help someone in need, she has a hard time putting her complete trust in others, due to past scars.

Bio: Calista was found lying within the debris of a meteorite near the crossraods which led to Castle Oblivion. Axel, the Flurry of Dancing Flames, was the one to stumble upon her unconsciouss form, and the first to discover that the meteorite was actually made from gummi block. Calista was seemingly five years old when Axel discovered her, but she has aged perfectly normal, until now.

The girl instantly took to Axel, clinging to him as if he were her parent, but Axel did not appreciate the child's attachment. The redhead had to admit that there was something odd about Calista, apart from her hair and eye color. There was a certain ominous aura that circulated through the air surrounding her. The fact that she couldn't remember anything before the crash was mind boggling enough, but not even Namine could bring the memories to the surface.

Calista stubbornly refused to let Axel go, so the Nobody took her to Castle Oblivion, where she was evaluated by the Organization. Axel's suspicions about the girl were quite accurate, for they found out that Calista was no ordinary child. Within the body of the child, was a demon bathed in the darkest sins. This being reffered to herself as Dark Calista, but she couldn't be more oppisote from the sweet, innocent child she possessed.

Zexion, the Cloaked Schemer, called Calista by the exalted name of 'Noctin Tilandir', Child of Darkness. Naturally, the power hungry Nobodies wanted to use Calista for their own personal gain, thus the long years of Calista's torture began. Abused physically and mentally by the Nobodies, Calista became their weapon, and their tool. Excruciating experiments had been conducted upon her by Vexen, mental and emotional scars were permanantly etched into her by Zexion, but there was no lack of physical pain either.

The only salvation the beaten child had was her two friends Namine and Axel.
Axel couldn't explain it, but Calista triggered something within him. He couldn't leave her alone. No one had ever shown Axel that he was meaningful, but Calista cherished his company, and could often be found asleep in Axel's lap during the afterglow of thunderstorms. The arrogant Nobdoy tried to deny it, but over time it became obvious to everyone, Calista had become precious to him. Namine could relate to Calista and did her best to help the girl. The only thing Namine could really do for her, was to lock up the traumatizing memories that tortured Calista, burying them deep within the depths of her heart.


Unable to witness the terrible sight of Calista being tortured by the ruthless Nobodies, Axel smuggled her out of Castle Oblivion to raise her himself. Knowing full well that this was treason, and knowing he would spend forever on his gaurd, Axel swore that he would protect Calista no matter what. Adopting her caused him more pain than he imagined, but forgetting the girl he held precious, was like trying to remember someone he never knew.


Dark Calista was everything Calista was not, cold, ruthless, merciless, sadistic, and pure evil. The prospect that Calista's Heartless was bound to her body and consciouss, but Calista still possessed her heart bewilders everyone she knows, even Vexen. Dark Calista can take control of her tamer's body, using it as a vessel to carry out her blood-lust, and more than once she has cost the lives of thousands.

Calista feels that the deaths of countless innocent people are her fault, but her inner demon won't offer any comfort. She relishes causing Calista pain, but the demon knows more about Calista's origin then she lets on. The devil inside possesses phosphorus yellow eyes, with cat-like slits, and rumors say that if she gazes into your eyes, she steals part of your soul.

Presently, Calista and Axel are currently searching for the exalted 'Door to the Light', hoping that when the door is opened, Calista will be able to reclaim her forgotten memories. Calista is a heartless child, thus she is accepted and honored by her Heartless kin, but Calista despises the fact that Heartless are unjustly persecuted. Her dark powers origins are unknown as of yet, but she has the ability to summon Heartless to aid her in battle, and perform a series of dark abilities, including the gift of fluently speaking Heartless.

Recently, Calista has been having a series of signifigant dreams, ones that are connected to her past. She keeps envisioning two beings, one clothed in darkness, and sprouting ebony wings, but the other clothed in pure white, and sprouting, of course, white wings. Whenever she dreams of the black wings, she is overcome by an unnatural sense of longing, and lonliness-like a part of her is missing.

Appearence: Being the epitome of innocence has both negative and positive results for Calista. She is underestimated constantly, but this can sometimes be a valuable trump card. People try to take advantage of her seemingly helpless appearance in more ways than one. Calista's hair is a bewildering lavender color which reaches down to her waist, falling in delicate whisps. Calista's abnormal eyes are large, innocent and lilac hued.


Her odd hair and eye color make people blink in confusion, but she feels comfortable with the features as if they were a missing piece of her. Cal is very sensitive about her short stature, and will flare up at anyone who mocks her height. She is petite and pretty, but she doesn't care about her looks, instead she only focuses on her goals and the people around her.

She wears a pitch black tanktop, black jeans with a chain hanging from the pocket, bearing a crystillian feather. She wears platform black and white shoes on her feet, and is never seen without her necklace. This necklace, The Heart of Twilight, is a very important trinket to Calista for whatever reason.


It is an unusually large garnet carved in to the shape of a heart, encircled with chained crystillian wings. She also wears a pair of fingerless gloves, the right arm bears a black glove, but the left bears a white glove. The gloves reach up to just below her elbow, and are held in place by crimson straps.

For further refrence: http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a306/TwilightHeart1292/cal.jpg


Theme Song: Away From Me-Evanescence :3

((Amme, is it all right if I play Axel, since I usually use him when I play Calista?))
 

GuardianOfHearts

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{ I'll edit this with my first post in a couple hours, when I get back from my digital editing class. For now, here's the list of people who I've accepted:


Riku's Nobody
Katattack
Thelonepickle
Thespis
Absoluton Fear
SorasAngel1292
kaze_krazy

And incidentally....


Thespis said:
Theme Song: Another Day -RENT (Honestly, I find it amazing that with all the RENT fans in this thread alone, you all managed to forget the best song in the show. XP )

XDDDDDDDD Pickle, he stole the theme song you were going to use for Hollow! }
 

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Thick beams of sunlight streamed in through the small Hotel room's window, piercing through Ame's tightly shut eyelids. She clenched them tighter and pulled her pillow closer to herself. Judging by the sun's intensity, she had slept well into the morning, possibly into the afternoon. She had yet to adjust to the ever-changing times of day in Radient Garden. Her internal clock was still set to Dawn City, where it never went beyond sunrise, and there were no official times of sleep or activity.

The redhead tried to bury herself fully under the covers, but now that she was awake, it was impossible not to notice the noise and bustle of the town outside. Letting out a slow breath in reluctant resignation, Ame kicked off her blanket and pushed herself up, shaking back a mass of thick curls from her sleepy grey eyes.

Leaving her bed, she quickly got dressed, and, grabbing her heart-shaped keychain, went to go give the Hotel owner her week's rent.

Down the hall, a plump, balding man stood behind the counter, wiping dust from the polished wood surface. He looked up when she approached with a teasing glint in his eye.

"It's near noontime, and you've just woken up? Don't tell me yer not used to day and night yet," he said, having been her story. Or at least, some of it.

"Give it a few more days," Ame replied, digging in her pocket for the correct amount of munny. She plunked the multi-colored currency uncerimoniously on the counter and turned to leave, followed by the manager's chuckles. She had been giving him the same excuse since she first arrived.

Outside, she made her way across the cobblestone street, blinking in the bright sunlight. Not for the first time, she wondered how people got through the day with the unrelenting sun bearing down on them. It had always been dim back home....

The Keybearer frowned, thoughts of Dawn City leading her back to how she had left it. Every day, she woke up wondering when she would meet the black-cloaked enigma who had turned her life upside-down. From what she had gathered, the only people who wore cloaks like those were the Nobodies of the Order. But what would they want with her?

Idly, she flipped her silver-gold keychain around her gloved fingers, watching the orichalcum metal flash in the sun. It always felt warm, and strangely comforting, as though an encouraging fire burned within. Ame was never without it, and considered it her most treasured posession despite the fact that she had only had it for a few weeks. The weapon it yeilded baffled her still, but she was never without the keychain, around her neck or in her pocket.

Whatever it is, it's important, she thought as she walked into some of the darker alleyways. It was some minutes before she became aware that she was being watched. Feeling a chill go down her spine, the redhead whipped around to see three NeoShadows gazing up at her. She stared back, momentarily stunned. Why didn't they attack her? Tossing her keychain up in the air, she let the weapon materialize, catching the gold handle as it appeared. She held the blade in front of her, wary.

As though this was some sort of cue, the trio of Heartless flexed their long black claws and twitched, jumping to her. She ducked and let one fall behind her, slashing out her weapon to catch another with the razor-sharp end. Standing up, she stabbed it until the NeoShadow disappeared in a cloud of black. She felt two claws strike her arm, leaving long red marks. She twirled her blade in its direction and threw the Heartless back into its companion. While they were both still down, she lunged over and struck, ripping their shadowy forms apart until she was alone again.

Grimacing, Ame straightened up and turned her left arm over to look at the wound there, gingerly touching the gashes. They stung annoyingly, but they were shallow. She'd had much worse before. And still, the puzzling behaviour of the Heartless baffled her. They rose up from the ground or in the air and usually made the first initiative to attack. She had never seen any quietly observe someone like they did, much less follow her.

There's so many mysteries I may never understand, she said to herself, turning back around. She would need to stock up on potions before she wandered further.
 
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The day was coming and going at a nice pace. She was so sick of how life was going down here at Radiant Garden, but ever since she bought her own weapon shop, life had been great to her. Customers came in and out furiously in hopes of finding a weapon they need. Why did people want to buy weapons in the frist place? The Heartless. The very beings that cause fear among others. Raira had experiences with these fiends many times, living here and no doubt she would probably encounter more of them later in the day.

As the last customer left, she locked up her register and locked the door behind her as it was time for her lunch break. As she walked down the street, the memories of the black cloaked man reappeared in her head. It was very unusual since all it did was stare at her with a dark glare from his blue eyes and the disappeared in thin air as the heartless did. She tried to put things together, but blanks were the only thing she could think of.

As she let her mind wander, she was bumped by someone. That someone though, happened to be one of her good friends.

"Why hello there darling. How are you today?"

"I'm doing well and you? Im just heading to lunch."

"Well I may stop by today to see how your buisness is going."

"That would be nice. Good seeing you."

They exchanged smiles and carried on with their destinations. A petite cafe was to the left of her and she took it upon herself to order a small coffee and maybe some cake. She went inside, holding the door for an elderly couple who thanked her on the way out.

The service was quick as was she. Only ten minutes later, she was done and ready to go back to work. She normally had about a thirty minute break so she decided upon a walk around the city to see how things were doing.

As she ran her fingers through her somewhat messy hair, she walked on down a short alley. To no surprise, heartless dissolved through the wall to confront Raira. She walked on carelessly as if she didn't know about the creatures. They lunged carelessly through the air towards her which would be their demise. She quickly pulled out her sword and ducked. As the creature passed her from above, she ran her sword through the creatures bottom then slashed at the second one. As they disappeared, she thought to herself,

"I wonder what has happened. Only a few months ago, our town was perfectly fine with no signs of these things. Something must be happeneing in the other worlds."

She sighed and walked a little faster this time towards the focus of town.
 

Krazy

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Aozora slowly rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet with a curious and anxious expression. He was currently standing in a spacious, trail-like cavern graciously lit by neon-blue crystals, half-wondering where he had ended up. Aozora's dark eyes finally settled on the empty space where the overly-colorful train had been moments before: the middle of a barren clearing just past here, relentless waves of regret working into him.

Why, OH WHY, did he have to get on that train?

Turning on his heel with his lips pursed together, transforming his growing interest of this new place into violent wrath, Aozora kicked at one of the nearby crystals, clearly agitated,"Stupid train! Why did you bring me here, huh?! Do you just HATE me?! What did I ever do to you?! I only wanted to find my parents! Is that such a bad thing?!"

The blonde furiously continued kicking at the shimmering rocks, ranting and raving to himself until his flaming anger had left him. Breathing heavily and fists clenched tightly, Aozora flipped the hood of his trenchcoat over his head with narrowed, smoldering eyes. Stomping out of the Crystal Fissure, the alchemist headed in the opposite direction he had arrived, towards the looming castle and the buildings that surrounded it.

Once inside the actual town, Aozora half-wondered why various townspeople that he passed threw malicious, venomous glances at the blonde. He had turned around several times to be sure it was him they were glaring at. Shrugging the looks off, the OblivionAngel decided to stick to the pathways that didn't look as used, and he attempted jumping roof to roof at one point, but finally decided he was not fit for being a ninja. He settled on sitting on a cobblestone wall, swinging his legs good-naturedly, watching the people below him with a mixture of interest, worry, and confusion in his dark brown eyes.

Aozora suddenly gasped aloud when a pool of depthless darkness formed before him, and he watched the portal warily, fingers twitching as if waiting to be thrust into battle. A Neoshadow suddenly leaped from the darkness with a screech, tackling Aozora to the ground and plunging its claws into the blonde's chest. Thinking quickly, Aozora lightly touched his hands together, clasping them around the Heartless' head.

Accompanied by a flash of white-blue light, the Neoshadow exploded into nothing but droplets of darkness. Sighing in relief, Aozora climbed back to his feet, straightening his hood with narrowed eyes at the remains of the Neoshadow. He snapped his fingers in a z-formation triumphantly.

"Don't mess with me."
 
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TheClamWhisperer

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Two beings, one with fiery crimson hair and peircing emerald eyes was a great deal more intimidating than his companion, whom was small and fragile in appearance. The girl's long, flowing lavender hair danced around her pale face during the sudden breeze, but she didn't seem to mind at all.

Near the abnormal girl's ankles, there was a small ebony black fox kit. Fluffy and adorable, the fox was just about as menacing as a teddy bear. "I'm going to go inside here and ask around, got it memorized?" The redhead informed his teenage companion. The girl was gazing off into space in a preoccupied fashion, so she didn't appear to hear one word of his information.

"Calista!" The enigmatic redhead moodily exclaimed. Snapping out of her dream-like state, the girl, Calista, looked up at her friend with startled lilac eyes. "Huh? You say something Ax-kun?" She obliviously inquired. Redheaded Axel clapped his hand to his forehead, but decided to enlighten the bewildered girl. "Look, I'm going to inside to ask around. You stay here. Got it memorized?"

Calista pouted up at the redheaded man, she hated when he made her feel stupid. "Fine. Stay here, got it." She mumbled whilst crossing her arms angirly. Axel cast her a semi-concerned glance, before heading into the hotel mumbling, "Kids..."

Calista pressed her back against the wall of the hotel, but her gaze was troubled. "Why do I keep seeing those winged weirdos?" She wondered. A soft 'mew' from the area of her knees pulled her out of her troubled thoughts. Glancing downward, a small smile graced her lips as she witnessed the ebony colored fox writhing on the cobblestones, begging for her tummy scratched.

Kneeling down to tickle the kit's stomach, Calista asked, "This sure is a dull place eh, Hari?" The seemingly harmless fox emitted a pleased squeak in agreement. However, an ominous shadow fell over the two sending chills up their spines. Casting her wary eyes upward, Calista spotted two large, goonish men. She did not appreciate the way they were looking at her, it made her uncomfortable.

"Well, well. What might you be doing here, little girl?" The skinnier one asked. Backing away as much as the wall allowed, Calista replied, "I'm waiting for someone." The two men exchanged pleased snickers at her reply. "Axel..." Calista mentally whispered, in hope that her gaurdian might come out to her aid.

"How old are you, little girl?" The bulky one pressed. Calista placed her hands behind her back, but mumbled, "Sixteen." She was feeling caged right now, and when a beast is caged, the beast tends to get angry. A sphere of blackened amethyst grew in her palm, reaching upward like a wildfire.

"Come with us and we'll help you find your little friend." They offered in a seemingly helpful manner. Calista narrowed her lilac eyes coldly, "No, thank you." Her reply did not amuse the two, for they strode forward in a menacing manner. A sharp growl of warning rang out from below, and the two looked down to see Hari bearing her small dagger-like teeth.

"Hey, look at the little rat!"

"Dont talk about my friends that way..." Calista hissed in a voice differing much from her own. Her narrowed eyes suddenly flared phosphorus yellow, and a dark presence circulated around her. Clapping her hands together, a platoon of Shadows and Wyverns appeared by her side, each looking furious and hazardous.

"Heartless!" The men shreiked in unison, before sprinting in the oppisote direction. Once they were out of range, Calista's eyes slowly returned to normal, and she slumped to her knees again. "Whew, close one." She murmured in relief. Taking turns stroking each of the Heartless in appreciation, she hoped that one day people would stop underestimating her.
 

Crisis Break

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Xucilan and Amiele



Name
Amiele Median Cynthe.

Age
Fifteen.

Gender
Female.

Alliance
Neutral.

Weapons
Though Amiele isn't a keybearer, she can demolish Heartless and Nobodies with her two blades, Abyssus (Hell), and Caelum (Heaven). The blades also are enchanted with protective charms and spells, so only Amiele can wield them. With the combined forces of their destructive powers, they can replicate the strength of a keyblade.

Personality
Amiele is a charming woman with a feisty persona and a warmed heart. To those around her, she acts polite and friendly, and often strikes up conversation to pass time or to learn. However, her personality is vibrant, and she boldly takes battle into her own hands. A reckless diver into trouble, her reserved and cynical ways often lead her to near-death experiences, which don't faze her as most people react. Having somewhat of a death wish, Amiele is quick to take flight in a skirmish and doesn't care about the pursuit of herself. However, this is not for others, this is for the thrill of risk.

Bio
Amiele found herself conscious at the age of seven, with no memory prior in an alleged world known as Pollicitus Terra. She awoke in what seemed to be a house, however, it was completely destroyed and was left in shambles. A kind man took her in, and raised her to be the lovely Amiele Median Cynthe, with a single stubborn stepbrother. The two siblings became inseparable, loyal friends. They eventually were forced to attend an institute of offense.

Though this school did teach Amiele valuable swordsmanship skills, it also brought a tragic event that would traumatize Amiele forever. Her stepbrother had disappeared, after his lover was brutally killed by dark creatures that became known to her as Heartless. Angered, Amiele dis-enrolled at the institute and visited the shambled house that she awoke from.

However, as she searched the remains of the mysterious place, Amiele found that it was some kind of temple, that housed artifacts of the ancient past. The girl found a bunch of unsalvagable items, but what really intrigued her were two blades, each named of Latin origin Heaven and Hell. Taking the blades, Amiele then saw a glowing orb. Taking hold of it, the world around her began to shake.

Closing her eyes, Amiele could feel winds rushing past her, fires burning around her, thunderbolts circling her, and a feeling of excitement and fear had occupied her mind. As soon as it stopped, Amiele opened her eyes to see a new world, a city bursting of light and promise. However, Amiele could also sense a hidden darkness..

Appearance
Amiele stands at 5'5", with a thin fit build, crystal mahogany eyes, and a rosy delicate complexion.

Theme Song
Your Ex-Lover Is Dead - Stars

"Cold. It's cold, all the time here. I hate this place." From atop the blue rock formations lay the pale-faced, smug Xucilan, VII of the Order IX. The reflective diamond orbs circled the man, alike to the Earth's rotation across the Sun. The orbs tinted with his gift of gravitation, as Xucilan turned away from the town.

"A filthy place, unworthy of my attention."

The member hesitated, before reverting his gaze back to Radiant Garden, and sighed. "Damn.." His feet began to levitate, before his body followed. Within a few seconds, Xucilan remained afloat, descending into the town that had once carried the famed Leon and his friends.

"Gravity.. an prodigal element for a prodigal man.."

Xucilan slicked his smooth hair back, before the tips of his feet felt the stone of the town. The city itself bustled with creatures of variety; moogles, ducks, and the primary- humans, with sounds of useless talk, infantile laughter, and faulty advertisement for shoppes. "As I said.. I hate this place." Xucilan turned to the stairway, and began to walk down it, the wind disheveling his slick hair. "Another day for a Nobody.." he sighed.

Suddenly, black puddles began to materialize creatures of shadowly proportion. Their eyes glowed a vibrant yellow, and their claws ripped into the stone of the town. "Heartless.." he murmured, the orbs beginning to glow lighter. The reflection of the diamond hit Xucilan's pure mercury eyes, bright with excitement. "About time for a little action.." he whispered, before the orbs flung into motion.

They ripped into the creatures, overpowering them with fluttering ease. Xucilan turned to a more poweful Heartless, a looming creature that dared to summon even more hordes. Already the Radiant Garden systems began to take effect, bumping the creatures into the air. Every time one flung up, Xucilan crushed it with incredible gravitation force. Suddenly, all that was left was the vastly superior being, the one fleshed of shadow. A Darkside.

"What are you doing here, in the most unusual of places?"

Xucilan lifted to the creature's eyes, before the orbs began to ambush the beast. It bellowed a tremendous roar of darkness, as its knees dropped due to gravity's increase. "Die." As it faded into nothing, and as its heart drifted into the sky, Xucilan folded its arms. "Something's happened. No beast like Darkside would be here without logical reason. It must've sensed an enormous amount of hearts here... or the arrival of a keyblader. Intriguing.."
 
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Hollow opened his eyes, though he hadn't slept. The Heartless 'King' rarely ever did. When he could find a moment's reprieve, he woke up surrounded by Heartless, which meant that he'd been crying in his sleep. A concerned Azul would always murmer that he wasn't bothered by it, and that his control over emblems was getting stronger, and speaking in broken Heartless to these creatures was helping. It shamed Hollow, though. He hated to cry, even though he loved the Heartless. This time, though, there were no companions around him, which was almost worse than having a billion there. He summoned a Green Requiem from Kingdom Hearts, blinking in the time that it took Pumpkin to get there.

"Azul," Hollow muttered, standing and dusting off his pants with his dark hands. He jostled Azul's shoulder with a bare, ebony foot as the sky blue boy stirred. Hollow looked around in the ally where they were staying.

It was dusty, old, and forgotten. One of the few places like this in Radient Garden. They prized themselves for having such a clean city. Clean city. Filthy peasants. Hollow hated it here, what with all the memories and the near hanging. He rubbed his neck instinctively as a light yellow piece of parchment rolled across the street. It wasn't too early. They'd only stopped to sit for an hour or two, before they started playing Super Hero.

Azul rolled over onto his back, pulling an old, abandoned jacket off of his body, flinging it back into the street. An abandoned cardboard box served as his pillow. He sat up, rubbing his gleaming, yellow eyes before inquiring, "What's up?"

Hollow stared in the general direction where he'd felt the pull that had caused him to open his eyes. It was nearly straight ahead. Someone had generated Heartless, and it hadn't been him. Flies buzzed around a trash can that had rolled over onto its side in the night. The cobblestones here were cracked, and the buildings were built close together. Hollow felt somewhat claustrophobic, one of the things that made him shiver, but he focused.

Azul waited for his father to answer. Hollow chose his words carefully, rarely speaking. He was prepared for this. The boy pulled a light blue jacket over his sapphire skin. It was hard to get the sleeve over his right hand - the deep, sapphire coloured one that was otherwise exactly like his father's hands. It was just as large, too. Azul changed his mind and took the jacket off, deciding it was too sunny for that. He was wearing a dark blue, short-sleeved shirt and black pants. It would be hot enough, but Azul didn't have many clothes or material possessions in general, as of late. Hollow was wearing a dark tank top and long, black pants. They were baggy and thick like denim. He had a cowlick that Azul knew he shared.

"I feel Heartless," Hollow decided, squinting into the distance. The taller boy turned his head to his son before he braced himself for an attack suddenly. Azul let himself fall into a defensive stance as he tried to feel the Heartless. They were there, alright. But they weren't emblems, and it made it hard for Azul to sense them. But if they weren't emblems...

"Cal," Azul whispered, his soft voice floating through the air like music. Hollow nodded, but he raised a hand for quiet. Azul had already started to run, not letting the fact that he wasn't wearing shoes bother him. He waited, now, for something to happen.

Suddenly, two men ran into the ally, looking like they'd seen ghosts. Hollow reached out his hands, slicing through their stomachs as if they were made of paper, and his hands were knives. Azul wasn't shocked, but he expected an explanation. What he foresaw came as the bodies fell to the ground, settling in the dust to become another forgotten part of Radient Garden.

"The burly one had a lavendar hair on his shoulder, and the other one had a Wyvern's bite on his shoulder. Cal didn't like them."

'Aunt' Cal was Hollow's sister in the way that your best friend is your cousin. She meant a lot to him, and he didn't trust Axel enough to let them fight their own battles. Hollow and Axel had a like-hate relationship, which was based on the fact that Hollow had turned Axel into a Nobody, and Axel had tortured Hollow when he'd been captured.

Amused, Hollow wondered what Axel would think if he saw Azul. Hollow nodded to Azul, jerking his head in the general direction of where he felt that magnetic pull. It wasn't long until they saw a lavendar-locked girl about Azul's age stroking a Wyvern.

They stopped when they ended up about a foot and a half away from Calista. Hollow scooped Hari into his arms, stroking her behind the ears and speaking to her in Heartless. Azul frowned. He could only just understand Heartless, though he was becoming fluent in Emblem.

Azul turned to Calista as Hollow growled, "Axel abandon you to deal with sleazeballs like the ones we just took care of? Again?" Azul rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. Hollow exaggerated a lot. It was ridiculous.

"Hey, Calista," Azul chimed, waving and flashing a smile. He knelt down to stroke a Wyvern with a particularly shiney coat. It was strange. He was beginning to tell that every Heartless, no matter what species, was different. If it had been an Emblem, he would've been able to speak to it, asking it for small favours. It might oblige, but he wasn't that strong yet. Hollow refused to control Emblems at all.

Hollow, actually, had a hard stare in the direction the thugs had gone to run into his ally. "Slimeballs," he growled.

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Calista's head sharply flew upward upon feeling the prescence of two beings. The tendrils of irritation and fear slipped up her spine, fearing that the two thugs might have come back for payback. "Look, you two,-" She growled with another wave of darkness swirling around her small body.

Once her eyes rested upon the two familiar faces the foreboding aura dissapeared, and Calista's fiery eyes grew bright with happiness. "Hollow-kun, Azul-kun!" She exclaimed in delight. Hopping to her feet excitedly, the girl carefully slid between the Heartless gaurdians to greet her friends. The Wyverns emitted pleased squwacks, the Shadows twitched soundlessley, and the Red Nocturnes swirled and twirled around Azul and Hollow's ebony heads.

Wrapping her arms around her 'brother' in greeting, Calista was wary not to crush Hari, whom was enjoying the affection Hollow gave her. "I've missed you!" She sighed in relief. It was comforting to see familiar faces, especially when the remnants of fear still clung to you. Releasing her close friend, Calista turned to embrace Azul as well with a small pout. "Everyone is getting taller than me."

Despite the fact that she and Hollow were not blood related, Calista still loved him in a way only a sister could. He had saved her skin more times than she could count, thus he was one of the very few people that she placed her complete trust in. Smiling in amusement at Hollow's accusation of her redheaded companion, Calista replied, "He's asking around inside, and told me to wait here."

She was well aware of the rocky relationship between Hollow and Axel, but she tried not to take sides as much as she could. She did not exactly approve of their constant insults of each other, but she knew that they were at least acknowledging one another's existance. Hollow did not place his complete trust in Axel, he was still reluctant to believe the redhead's capability of taking care of her. Calista appreciated that he was concerned about her well being, since Heartless tend to stick together, he and Azul were family to her.

"So, how are you two? Why are you in Radient Garden?" She inquired curiously.
 

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Dull gray eyes silently viewed the picturesque town below him with icy indifference. They paned slowly from left to right, glossing over simple hovels and cottages as well as a massive, crumbling castle in turn. The same sunlight that had streamed through Ame’s hotel room window beat down on the man with unrelenting regularity, though he did not feel its warmth. Or rather, he ignored it.

As the portal of billowing black and dark purple shadow dissolved behind him, the Fifth Member of the Order began walking towards the populous section of Radiant Garden, his usual slow stride broken today by a brisk walk. He was late, and he knew it. This would not go over well with his superiors, but such matters would have to be dealt with later. For now, all Desixon would focus on was the operation at hand. The reason why he had been selected for this particular mission was unknown to him, though he had learned by now that it was unwise to make assumptions. Regardless of reasoning, he had been chosen, and the Nobody would be damned before he ruined such an opportunity.

As though I’m not damned already…

The ground was hard and rocky under his boots as he made his way through a deep and forlorn looking valley. The scars of a massive battle lingered here, refusing to be washed away by the constant flow of time. Preoccupied with his own thoughts, Desixon was unprepared for the wave of new senses that burst their way into his consciousness. Slowing his pace slightly, he blinked twice as his mind raced to sort out the jumble of new auras. The most easily recognizable was Heartless, and their presence did not shock or disturb the Nobody. The different variations were a bit tougher to distinguish, though Desixon paid them little heed; all heartless would be dealt with in the same fashion. Next was a being that radiated intense light, justice, and all those other petty qualities that Desixon disliked. However, it seemed to be a lone beacon, as the majority of the senses that had invaded his mind were those of darkness, including one he knew quite well.

“Xucilan.”

Why the fellow Nobody was here or for what reason was a mystery to Desixon, and one that he intended to solve as quickly and as humanely (though he wasn’t above resorting to inhumane methods to obtain information) as possible. However, Xucilan would be the hardest of the plethora of citizens and visitors in Radiant Garden to track down. Desixon resumed and then quickly surpassed his previous walking pace, determination etched onto his unseen face.

It wasn’t long, however, before the hooded man sensed that he was being watched. Or, more importantly, followed. A quick glance over his right shoulder revealed nothing, though as his head turned back around, he caught a fleeting glimpse of a shadow shrinking into the valley wall to his right. Time to party, he thought as the neoshadow rose in front of him. Three companions soon joined it, and together they formed a semi circle of dancing darkness to block his path. Desixon sighed slightly, and removed his hands from inside the folds of his black cloak. They were un-gloved, and the pale white skin contrasted sharply to the rest of the Nobody. Then, as the nepshadows advanced, both hands became filled with what appeared to be two identical spheres light. This is exactly what they were, and Desixon allowed them to grow, the blinding white spheres becoming searing hot. With a small cry, he hurtled both spheres at the heartless, watching with satisfaction as all four of them dissolved into wisps of shadow upon contact with the explosive light energy.

“And now, to more pressing matters.”
 
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Soft, crystal-clear notes danced their way through the air, twining together to form a mournfull melody. The Nobody's practiced fingers ran expertly along the length of her onyx flute, her black eyes closed in concentration as she played. Anyone who happened to see her would think that she was no older than sixteen, and a young sixteen at that; but as the few people that did know her had already realized, she was anything but young.

Xyrla's delicate, childish face was strangely serene: there was none of her usual inner unrest or turmoil showing in her features.

Her music was the one thing she truly loved.

It's almost, she thought, ending her song and lowering her flute, like having a heart.

Her face resumed it's normal stern, critical expression, and all trace of immaturity faded, gone with the last wisps of melody.

The Deadly Fantasia flicked back a few errant strands of her mercury-colored hair and stood up, her flute held lovingly in her black-gloved hands. She had come out to play her music on the roof of the castle in The World That Never Was, enjoying the stillness. Loving the way she could break it with her heart-striking tunes. Not that she would know anything about that.

Xyrla allowed herself a rueful smile as she descened back down into the castle, though it left just as quickly as it had come. Desixon was in Radiant Garden, following the trails the Heartless had been leaving. As of late, and unusual amount of them had been appearing in that world ... perhaps attracted there by a key-weilder. At least, that was what she was hoping. She had to find that little redheaded Keybearer again. The memory of losing her in a Dark Corrider several weeks ago still caused her to wince. How could she have let her slip?

No matter. If she was there, they'd find her, and any other weilders of the Keyblade. They were crucial to all the Order's plans.

I should go there myself, she thought, one hand already half-raised to summon a portal. She paused to consider this and lowered her arm once more. No, she would wait. No sense for more than one Nobody to appear unless necessaray.

"We'll get our hearts," she murmured to herself, turning about and striding down the corrider, letting her flute disappear back into oblivion. "And then I'll have more than empty melodies."
 

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At the scent of decimated Heartless, Xucilan flung into the crimson orange sky for a better view of the city. More Heartless, stronger Heartless, there must be a keybearer around here somewhere, thoughts pouring with a range of scenarios. A keybearer was here. No, probably more. One keyblader could not have lured a beast such as Darkside into this dominion. No, no, unthinkable. Suddenly, Xucilan began to sense something other than the stench of Heartless and the hunch of a keyblader. He could sense.. Order members. For the moment, two.

"Damned.. I thought I could've had fun in this hell of a world.."

Xucilan descended to the balcony of the postern, extremely befuddled at the possibility of his own entering the world of blue rock. "An objective here? That is the most logical of probabilities..." He turned to the spectacular view of this world, and sighed at the center- a monumental and menacing castle constructed of pipes and stone. Dropping one of his crystalline orbs to the palm of his hand, he held it out to the view of the balcony as his eyes wildly focused upon it.

"Search the world.. find me two of my own.. and make haste."

As if a living beast, the orb radiantly glimmered, like a nod, and leapt into the deep corridors that lurked within this particular world. Eyes sharper than a bald eagle, Xucilan easily caught its movements as it went on to survey the depths of the city. "A heart.. I could use one, to remember what happened.." Silence then took grasp of the area, draping the Cynical Gravitator into an artificial emotion of sadistacy.

"If only.. I could feel, and remember. Bah, keep quiet, old Xucilan, the Order's time will come."

Another diamond orb fell onto Xucilan's smooth palm, and throwing it lightly, it fell back into its Earthen rotation- where it solely belonged. "Gravity is the crucial component for attainment of a goal- idle fun and games lead you nowhere.." he paused, his pallid argent eyes shifting into the city that he hated the most. Turning away, Xucilan stepped down into the empty and chilly stairway of the postern. "No use searching for something never found."
 

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Name: Teksunai(Tech-sue-neigh)/Taomi(Tay-oh-me)/Taosaiga(Tay-oh-say-gah)

Age: looks 14

Gender:
Female

Alliance:
Dark

Weapons: ((Too lazy to get creative!>.<).


It is a very light bow, it looks like it is made out of thick glass, but it seems different somehow, the bow has a strange pattern that resembled a flower, or something puffy for the part that holds the string in place, and below, is covered in flower blossoms that look like the type that would fly in the wind. The string looks like thorns from a rose for it has pricks on them that usually peirce into the person's skin if they are not careful WHERE they place their hands on it, and though it looks a little dull, it isn't at the least, so the person whom shoots an arrow, has to be very careful not to hurt their hands for there is some spots where there are none of these,"plant,"thorns.

The bow is very strange, if Teksunai can help it, she'd prefer to keep her bows for as long as she can, for they are very hard to get a hold on, like the bow, it follows the design of it, though, not as flowery and as... Innocent, the arrow looks like it is made by roots, roots from the ground that tied itself up together in a spiral circle of harmany, if it wasn't for the fact it was crafted since it looks like glass, people would assume someone would be able to unravel it. The arrow head and the feathers located at the bottom are a flower though, if it could be a colour, the flower at the end would probably be a pale yellow, for it represents that colour. It is a flower that looks like it was pulled backwards, away from the arrow head, it curved slighltly so quite a bit of it is touching the base of it, though, at the end, it curves again, so the end of it licks the sky, another one is put underneath these ones, about 5 times, to replace the feather on a arrow.

The arrow head itself is too, like a flower, it looked like a rose that is yet to bloom, though, the top is tipped, so it can do some damage, the bottom of the arrow head is very thick, so as not to fall off so easily, there are lines carved into it gently, but deep so it looks like petals, and if shown in the light, you can see the crack that has been put into it for adding this, though, it is a line on each side, you wouldn't be able to really tell because of that fact. It looks like is was carved by some kunai, this just proves that it's not glass, but a strange, material, that looks like liquid metal.

If shown directly in the light, and if angled in a certain way, it will shine some of the colours of the rainbow, it is both useful, and annoying, it could be used as warning signals for the group she's in, or to blind the enemies, however, this just warns them that an enemy is clsoe because of this. The arrows and bow, do not break easily, like normal glass.

She holds a few weapons,(I am too lazy to go into detail... ) Two weapons are swords she holds in sheet around her waist, one is golden coloured and a deep, dark red, not too light to be considered to look like blood, but dark enough to give it a rich colour, on it, it has golden dragon heads that are craftly carved in at the very detail to the eyes, to the scales, on the dragon heads, the mouth is slightly opened with a craved tongue that is a lighter colour than the deep red, while the eyes are the same red as the sword over all. The handle is too, a deep, rich golden colour as the dragon heads, and, it looks bandaged, while the other point, that attatched the blade to the handle, is a dark brown that almost looks black. The sword is very thick, and is quite long, and is also very thick in width, so it can block bullets.

The second weapon, has more of an innocent appearance too it, the blade is completely see-through, yet, if you look through it, it shows the other vision kind of blurry, like water, if shown in light, it shines some of the colours of the rainbow, mostly green, pink, and blue, the blade is mostly thing, almost so thin that, if you looked at it's side, you can almost not see the blade, and carved into the blade, is a small cross in the middle of it. The sword is also very long, it could be considered a masume.


Personality: Her personality varies.She usually carries a very... Reluctant personality when she is more serious, and may be more sarcastic than she usually is. When she is like this, she usually gets stressed easily, and finds things quiet troublesome for her to do, and usually crosses her arms. Her eyes usually turn red and are more slanted because of this, though, she may sometimes actually get to the point of something, and will sum stuff up, without giving long explanations when in this mode. She usually doesn't act like this and seems more like a whining child. She doesn't really care if anyone dies, if she is given orders by anyone who is the supposive leader, she'll follow them, without giving a second thought.

Her other mode is when her eyes are green and big, she seems more innocent in this mode, though, more stubborn. She usually gets confused easily, and will usually say words like,"kweh?"or stuff like that, adding to her innocent appearance. Though, she usually cares more about people's lifes in this one, and will try her best to defend someone. Oddly enough, her voice changes to a more squeaky, childish voice...

Though, all in all, she may seem kind of like a emo, sometimes, anyway.... Or childish, and usually, sadly, has a strong sense of justice... Sometimes, and may be a righteous pain in the tail bone.

Her personality may not always be like this, though. So, it's more like she has a personality disorder! =D


Bio: Teksunai wasn't her real name, rather, it was her code name, her real one was Taomi, but she never trusted telling people that. A long time ago, she used to travel around the world with friends of hers, trying their best to hold some peace throughout the land when they discovered the delightful gummi ships. For some reason, they were able to pass through to other worlds, despite the walls that plague people from venturing.

She always had fun, but never even realized the danger when there were heartless, armed with her many swords and needles, her friends and her would fight, but not without getting rewarded by people! She had fun, fighting the heartless, yet, thoughts eventually started to enter her head,"What WERE they exactly?"

She pondered this, but tried to shake it away, especially after hearing what Micky Mouse said, that they met from their many visits. She feared that she may end up experimenting with hearts, and loose her more or less pure one in fear of darkness, being lead to believe light was the greatest thing to offer, and darkness was evil. Temptation poked at her, but she never gave in... Or so she thought.

One day, she dreamed of something on her necklaces, which was the thing she was bound to regret. Her heart was swallen and hurt for being deviod of emotions. Upon the forbidden wish, she went to sleep, but there was something... Strange about it.

She ran through the darkness, trying to run away, but from what? The solid ground slowly started to become slime and rot underneath her feet, as did the walls. She ran and ran from nothing, but the complete darkness itself. She could only see herself, and ran in any direction when it would take shape. She ran the other way, only to be cornere again, and continued this. The darkness seemed to get bored, and pulled at her feet, tripping her. The very air around her oozed and started taking shape as it entered into her mouth, slowly becoming a part of her blood stream. She was almost unable to breath as everything melted, her body was being consumed from the inside out. If she were to touch her body parts that had been covered in darkness, seh knew she'd not feel them. Though, her panic left her, and leaved her absolutely calm instead.

Ironicly, when she woke up, the gummi ship they rode crashed. She was seperated from her friends for a long time, and woke up to find herself in a highschool. SHe stayed there for a long time, and shared special moments with the people there, though, it took her a long time to forget her friends, that she believed would come for her... But they never did. All her fears melted away, and found out her body was... Different.

Her arms were filled with scrattched for some reason, that she never committed. Her skin was unearthly pale, almost as if no blood circle through her. Her green eyes could see better in the darkness than ever, better than any normal human. Her agility and strength, already strong enough from battling heartles doubled. She could stay under water longer than others, and sustaing wounds other could not. And instincts were upon her.

She was a heartless. And yet, still weilded her heart??

Slowly, she grew more interested in the darkness of hearts, and started testing on certain people. She used her new and approved abilities to only take soo much from a person't heart, the glow that was consumed by the heart, and tested there. Her body formed of darkness could actually store in these essences, and actually use them to change her form, slightly. She now yearns to know the principles of hearts and heartless, and of the nobodies she found out about. Seeing she has defied most heartless' instincts.

One may mistaken her as a nobody, but she knows she's not, for her body lies else where.

After all these years, her new body looks the same as when seh first received it, and now, she's forgotten her real name, for an eternity. And may she never see her friends again.

Appearence:
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She has pale skin and she is very skinny, making her look very frail because of this, though, if you look closely, you can tell she is very powerful. Her skin is quite soft, and she doesn't actually have very much fat on her body at all, making her seem aneresic because of this, though she has a few small muscles, not enough to really notice them though.

Taosaiga's eye are a deep, eerie green, like Sepiroth's eyes to an extent. When she is feeling care free, and more innocent, her eyes seem bigger than they appear, and the sides of her eyes are more curved, but when she's more solemn, or serious, however you'd like to word it, her eyes themselves become more slanted, and more pointy, I guess you could say..

Her pupils in her eyes are very strange, as of normal eyes, there is a line of white filling the spaces that the green doesn't touch, her green coloured eye of her part covers much so there is not much white, and she has two pupils, one on the top right corner, the other on the top left, there is no other pupils, and her pupils are white.

She has no freckles, and even though she is 15, she sometimes scares people with a stare that shows no emotion what so ever, but a more, I'm-gonna-kill-you look, which she loves doing. When she is happy, she has a sincere smile, but more serious.

She prefers to wears hoodies since she hates exposing her limbs and skin in general. She feels more secure when she wears stuff that covers the skin, maybe because she hates the cold as well, and she feels empty if skin is exposed, though, rarely she'll acutally WEAR a T-shirt! She DESPISES dresses, for they do not allow all her normal limitations, for she would end up flashing someone because of this, and she oh-so HATES it when something like that happenss.

Curretnly she is wearing a worn black hoody that says something on it's sleeves, on one part, at the very end of the sleeve, safety pins are holding it up, her hoody is a little wrinkled because of her constantly wearing it. It is also a little faded for the fact that she almost never takes it off, so stains are left on it, how white stains got on it.. We may never know! The hoody is also a little big for her, for sometimes, her sleeved covers her hands, and slides just a little off her shoulder, sometimes giving her a innocent look. Her hood is also very big as well, since sometimes it covers beneath her eyes.

Underneath her hoody, she wears a white tee-shirt that she used to wear as a school uniform, but now it only serves as a ,"under shirt," if she gets really hot or such. The long sleeved tee-shirt has botton on the bottom of the sleeves, though they are both missing a button. Also, the top and bottom button are un-done on the shirt, giving her a more loose look. Some of the collar is inside her shirt, also giving her a slobish look because of this, for she is too lazy to fix that, also, at the very end of her sleeves, it's a little grey from stains...

She wears black, girl jeans that are a little baggy and big for her since she borrowed her clothes from her sister, though she'd prefer to wear men's clothes. The pants are a little long, so she has to fold them up a little, showing that they are a little torn at the bottom of her legs, just folded enough to see her school ankle socks that are made out of cotton. And there is a hole where one of her knees are, through both jeans, and ankle socks.

Her runners are men's runners, they are mostly black but the shoe lases are red, they are a little small for her know, though she continues to wear them anyhow, there is also a little dirt on them. Though, the red shoe laces are uneven, for cutting them to rarely tie her hair up in a ponytail out of haste, the leather of the shoes are a little.. Fluffy now, for being worn, and the plastic underneath the shoes is molding together, for her bad habit of sometimes dragging her feet, cutting the designs at the bottom of the shoes, the design is a dragon, though, it is very hard to tell now.

She also wears two belts, they are made out of a white leather, though, they are a more of a bage colour of all the dirt that has gotten on them, and have a few scratched on them, it has only worn from age, so the once, sharp, cunning shine and edges, are dull and grey, this belt holds ten pouches, of which she uses medicaly, and offensivly.

Her other belt is black and is made out of a strange material, it looks as though it, to, is made of leather, but if you look close enough, you can tell the material was completely sewn together, kind of like knitting, the strange material shines in the light, and holds two sheets that holds two swords that she uses in battle.

She also has chains that circle around her shoulders loosely, as though it was put around her sloppily, there are three chains in all, two of them loosely, and yet strongly around her shoulders, it's obvious to tell it's loosely on, but, for some strange reason, you just know the belt isn't going to fall, the last chain is around her waist, part of it touching the ground.



Theme Song: Crawling in the Dark(Sorry! Don't know the bandf!>.<).


If you are a Nobody:

Name:
Taxomi(Tax-oh-me!) =D
Title: Eternal threads
Rank:VI
Gender: Female
Element: The very matter of time and fate, but can only alter a small piece of it. Or more like the life of small areas of fate.
Weapon: She carries a a lot needles in 8 of her pouches for she cannot put them anywhere else, for if she put them in her sleeves, she would hurt herself alot, and she has no pockets. Luckily, though, she has a small sack that she holds her needles in, though, the sack is worn and torn from the needles poking through the thread. they are simply a dark grey colour, which reminds people of the colour of smoke, while some, are a eerie purple that seem to be made out of a glow, if that makes sense, and these needles seem like they drip some of itself on the ground. These are usually her main weapons, for she is no master at the sword, THAT'S for sure.

These weapons are made by rounding up time and fate in a bundle of threads.
Appearence:
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Imagine this girl with blonde hair, purple eyes(like a abyss) With cat ears and hair to her waist also wearing a attire wearing a purple sweator that is not attached to her sleeves with are held by belts and black pants with a blue dragon design on it.

Personality: She has a blanc personality. She usually doesn't talk much, only when neccisary, and it's rare if she gives out her name. Though she may seem innocent, there is something about her that tells you other wise. She's a sadist to the core, and loves to watch people suffer, not that she'd told anyone. Her nature in her mind is rambunctious, while she acts calm and with serenity instead.
Bio: She was forned long ago, by her counter part, Taomi. Only she remembers her true name. SHe watches in the dark when she has spare time, watching her movement. Though she has control of time, only threads of it. Not much, and of fate, or the threads of fate on people.

If she wanted to, she could freeze someone arm by freezing the string upon that for she can see their only life strings. She can also alter the pattern of time, not greatly. An example is that time is a straight line. She can put a bump in this, and can replace it with something that is unseen, almost, but is mixed up with these cords, and that can lethaly hurt someone. It takes a lot of energy to hurt someone, but she can to an extent, just not much.

She usually uses this for how she moves, like how flexible and powerful she moves, and for when she manipulates her kunais and needles. For she can sometimes make more of them before the shadows hit the ground, this she can catch by her sharp eyes, and by the influence of time.

So yeah...

((If there is anything wrong with my profile taht you would want me to fix, please tell me!=^_^= And if it is too late to join, please tell me that as welL!))

EDIT: ((O.O I kind of sound like Kaze_Krazy's. If you would like me to edit the power, please tell me... DANGIT!>.< My past kind of sounds like SorasAngel1292! T-T))
 
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