Long before the three heroes -Ventus, Aqua, and Terra- set foot in another world, long before even the terror of Master Xehanort could even be prophesied....long ago when Keyblade warriors were many.

They all gathered at The Land of Departure. Here, it was known as the Keyblade academy, where young apprentices seeking the ways of light would find themselves here. And two young teens, both aspiring to be named Master, find themselves here. What adventure awaits?

 

Just follow the usual Roleplay and Forum rules and such. That is all.

 

Here's my character:

 

Name: Cealus

 

Gender: Male

 

Age: 16

 

Personality: Fun-loving, adventurous, very silly. Is very protective of his friends and can't stand to see them hurt.

 

Appearance: Hair style is similar to that of Ventus, except black. Grey eyes, and wears a clothing style very similar to Ventus, though the color's are blue, black, and white. Has a black glove on his left hand.

 

Home world: Hollow Bastion

 

Bio: An aspiring Keyblade wielder from Hollow Bastion. Ever since he met a Keyblade Master in Hollow Bastion at a young age, it was his dream to join the academy and become a legend. And finally, after years of waiting, he is old enough to go and see if his heart is strong enough to wield the legendary weapon.

 

Keyblade (You'll get it soon after a Entry Exam):

Micah shook his head. "I don't, sorry."

He sighed. They needed a plan. He had an idea on how to stop the cultists, but the goddess...that was something else entirely.

"Oh." She whispered. "I lost my weapon." Kassie told him.

Micah looked down, "Oh..." He whispered, "I'm sorry."

He sighed. He knew how that sword was a prized possession of Kassie's. A gift from her mother...he recalled her mentioning that when he rescued the blade from the house. He smiled, wondering what had happened to that guard who attempted to arrest them.

Kassie hugged him. "It's okay,I have you."

She leaned her face up to him. "Kiss~me~"

Micah looked away, his ears lowering.

"I..feel like you're only doing this for me just to make me happy...your..personality has changed to quickly..I'm sorry." He said, looking back to her; his green and blue eyes looking questioning, as if he was waiting for her to reply.

Kassie pulled away her eyes watering. "Oh,your right....haha...." She looked back down at the ground.

"Right,you still don't trust me..." She sighed.

He shook his head.

"No. I just don't want you to do things just because you feel like you owe me." Micah replied, "I want you to be you. You don't owe me anything. I'm here to help you, fix the things that time has torn. Because if time can't fix the wounds, then I will...through whatever I can."

"I don't,I just wanted to get your memories back." Kassie told him.

"I knew if I did that then you would have to trust me." She added.

"I see. I can't guarantee and memories being returned. I'm sorry." Micah said, walking to the door. "We'll...settle this later. First, you know what we need to do," Micah said, looking back to Kassie.

"We end this."

"I know." Kassie said.

"But how?" She asked.

Micah stopped, his ears twitching. He really didn't know how.

"I..don't know," He admitted, "I just hoped things would happen as they go along...but..we need a plan."

"We do,can you think of one?" Kassie asked.

"Because,I just can't." She added.

"We...need to disrupt their faith. Shake their foundations..so..badly..I've got it! Yes!" Micah cried, "I have our idea! We'll use our magic to shake the place-- literally. Use wind magic to project your voice, and mimic the goddess. We'll make them so afraid they'll flee and never return. Then, we take down the advisor and destroy the goddess for good."

"The best I could do is heal you." Kassie said.

"Do you have wind magic?" She asked.

"Wind and ice." Micah replied, smiling, "So, I'll use the wind to knock everyone down, make the place freezing, and then project your voice to mimic the goddess." Micah said, "Because then, we can focus on stage two."

"Yes,good idea." Kassie said.

"But,let me heal you." She said.

He shook his clothing. "When we go for the advisor...it'll...scare..him.." He said, blinking a few times. Micah had become noticeably pale; the bleeding must have gotten to the point where he lost too much blood, and began to feel woozy and light-headed.

"Eh...I feel....hazy.."

Kassie ran over to him. "Micah!" She screamed!

She wrapped her arms around him. "I won't let you die." 

Micah moved his mouth. His torn black clothes were soaked in blood, this time certainly his own.

"Heal.." He silently whispered, his eyes losing the hidden light behind him.

 

Micah was dying. The guards has done a number on him; it seemed he wouldn't be alive too long.

"No,I won't let you die! Heal! Heal!" Kassie felt her eyes watering.

"Please,don't..." She whispered.

Micah's breath started back again, but his complexion didn't redden.

"I..thanks...we..need..to hurry." Micah whispered, "Let's...finish this."

"Your too weak." Kassie whispered.

"We can wait awhile,please..." 

Micah shook his head.

"No..we have to do it now," He said, a faint light returning to his eyes; the light of life. "It's our only chance.."

Micah bent down, opening the door a bit as he drew a glyph on the ground--instructions on the actions of his wind magic. It would circle the room, and then, he wrote another glyph to activate ice, which would freeze the room.

"Okay." Kassie said.

She kissed his forehead. "If you feel weak,tell me." 

He nodded. Whispering some words, the room before them suddenly shook and rushed as a terrible gust of wind tore through it, causing a massive uproar of screams and shouts from those inside. Micah jerked back as the ground before to freeze over, the temperature easily below zero degrees.

"Now...your voice.."