200 years ago, the Keyblade and its wielders were hailed as saviors of the worlds, despite the weapons checkered past, which included the destruction of the world we had known. So, our ancestors didn't speak up when wielders of this Keyblade started taking up ruling positions in the worlds. Less then 100 years later, these wielders ruled the known worlds. Since then, we have loved under their heels as they fight and squabble amongst themselves, paying the price of war with our blood. Even in times of 'peace', those of us unchosen by the Keyblade are still considered little better then play things by the Keyblade wielding masters. As yet another war between the Light and Dark wielders, it is time for us to speak and say 'no more.' It is time for those crushed between to rise up retake their destiny. For the Gray in between the light and darkness to judge those who abused their power.

It is time for the Decolor Censura.

 

Censura~ Language of origin: Latin. Meaning: Judgement.

 

The Basics:

It has been 200 years since the events of the Kingdom Hearts series. Since then, Keyblade wielders have grown in power till the rule most of the known worlds in some form or fashion. Those who cannot Wield the Keyblade are treated like 2nd class citizens at best, with several worlds treating them much worse. Dark and Light Keyblade wielders war endlessly with each other, with non-wielders expected to serve as foot soldiers and canon fodder.

There is currently a truce in place, but anyone can see that it is only a matter of time before the war starts up again.

A group calling them selves the Decolor, a shadow group some still call a myth, strike against the Keybladers through assassination, sabotage, and hiding those how speak out against the wielders despotic rule. The two leaders of the Decolor are spoken of like legends, even by some of the Keyblade Masters. They are looking for more willing to fight for freedom. Though the Decolor lacks the strength for an open rebellion, it is only a matter of time...

 

~*Rules*~

1) Yuffie Kisaragi is 2nd in command of this little scout troop, so what she says goes.

2) trying to keep the rp in a PG-13 range.

3) While power corrupts, uncorrupted Keyblade Wielders are acceptable, just realize that they will have a bit of a hard time from the other Keyblade Wielders and the Decolor.

4) Thou shalt not kill another player's character, unless that player grants thee permission.

5) Godmodding is prohibited, as it detracts from the fun.

6) There is NO...rule 6.

7) This is the one you were actually looking for, where the sneaky rules maker hides a word you're suppose to put at the bottom of your character sheet to prve you read the rules. The word of today is "Judgement".

8) if there is anything you want to keep secret about your character, you can send me a PM (or Yuffie, if she's alright with that).

9) Anything else I forgot.

10) {New} If any argument over a fight that lasts longer then half a page (10 posts) without an agreement being reached between the players involved, then I will take action to separate the two combatants. I will try to do so while remaining respectful of your characters, but if I post they were split up, they will split up.

 

Character Sheets

 

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Alignment: (Good, Neutral, Bad)

Personality:

Bio:

Weapons:

Theme song (optional):

 

Keyblade Wielder character sheets: Use With Caution

 

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Alignment: (Good, Neutral, Bad)

Side: (Light, Darkness, Balance or Undecided)

Personality:

Bio:

Keyblade:

Secondary Weapon (optional):

Theme song (optional):

 

 

Game Thread here: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/73852-kingdom-hearts-decolor-censura-rp/

Edited May 9, 201411 yr by rikunobodyxiii

Tom13 and Oathkeeper136's new characters accepted.

First up...

 

Name: Barca Tereo 

Age: 247

Gender: Male

Appearance: Every inch of the man comes across as immaculate; the perfect man chiseled from marble and given the breath of life, and not a single scar adorning his sun-kissed skin. From his never-torn clothing to his piercing brown eyes to the fanned out bangs held up across his forehead. Short of stature, but solidly built, his broad, muscled shoulders build up to a thick neck. His chin is lightly dimpled, and the whole of his jawline bears the slightest amounts of 5 o'clock shadow, just enough to give him a rugged look, as if he were some sort of adventuring part-time-archaeologist/professor, which only serves to make his perfect white smile seem to shine all the brighter. His built chest and arms are squeezed into a black t-shirt which, despite being a size or so small (only to show off the defined, toned musculature beneath), bears a white insignia whose meaning has been lost in the ages this man has been stumbling drunkenly around the worlds, and is the same as the emblem he has tattooed on his shoulder blade, both covering his heart. The hem overlaps a thick brown leather belt, which carries no special significance, except that brown belts look good in just about everything. Except khakis. Which he wouldn't be caught dead wearing. Seriously. If he ever has to wear khakis, just firetrucking shoot him. Right in the face.

 

Where was I?

 

Jeans! Heavens be praised for those tough fabrics in all their wonderful shades of blue! The snags and tears and bits of fabric hanging out along the legs and pockets are entirely intentional. The pockets are entirely intact, their only contents an impossibly flat piece of technology which fits comfortably into his palm without worry of breaking or crushing its deceptively fragile shell, and a tarnished golden bracelet, whose origins are a complete mystery to everyone who has seen it, including the man carrying it. It does bear a crest, similar in design to those already adorning him, but of a different shape. The final piece of his perfectly assembled outfit is a simple pair of sandals, which have been known to range across the entire spectrum of seeable colors, and venturing into the unseeable! (These were eventually scrapped from his wardrobe due to the fact that no one could see them.) The only bit of Barca that will appear without meaning are a pristine white duster, the arms tattered just below his elbows, and the hem worn and shredded from a long lifetime of battles, accompanied by the worn handle of a katana, the blade broken off right at the hilt.

  Barca Tereo

Alignment: Evil, straight up.

Personality: From his appearance alone, anyone can discern that Barca cares a LOT about his appearance. He goes out of his way to preserve every piece he wears, and boasts the impressive record of not a single piece of his wardrobe being damaged beyond wearability. Messing up his hair is the fastest and easiest way to debilitate him for a minute, but beware! His blows will come faster and stronger, once he has fixed his coiffure. In conversation, his compatriots tend to find the man insufferable, his words most often aimed to denigrate and dripping with sarcasm, while his haughty demeanor refuses to allow insults to be given to him, generally leading to fisticuffs. He has also learned to take an appreciation from flinging his sandals off his feet at a target, enemy or friend, in a game he likes to call 'sandal-fu'. Despite not maiming or killing anyone, it is one of his favorite ways to pass the time, and his sandals always seem to magically reappear nearby, if not on his feet.

Bio: Before the Keyblade Wielders came to power, before Sora struck down Xehanort in combat at the Keyblade Graveyard, before Terra, Ventus and Aqua found their way to their dire fates, there was a world; a simple blue green world that was pleasant enough to visit, with technology abounding and improving their way of life beyond their memory. It was a place of light and warmth and good people. As a boy, he was quiet, unassuming, and even into his teenage years, he was considered a model citizen. One morning, his eyes snapped open, and the tender gaze had changed one of malicious cunning. It was the day darkness came to his world. He waged his one-man war against his people, using their creations in demonic ways they never thought to imagine, choosing victims captured by his troops for his own wicked experiments, resulting in even more tortured beings to serve his cause. Eventually, at great cost, and with the help of a brilliant man from an unknown city, Barca was tricked into pressing an advance, and was imprisoned in a stasis chamber, and dropped into the hordes of dark creatures he had created. Left without their brutal leader, the Darkness overran the planet. The world was forgotten, and all of their advanced technology lost. Save for one man... The brilliant scientist, truly a mad genius from another world in another time, observed their destruction with keen interest. Upon his return to his own time, he returned to Barca's homeworld, only to find the darkness gone, the ruined cities only twisted metal spines and broken stones, and the stasis chamber resting comfortably in the middle of an empty plain. Before he had time to do more than open the chamber, skeletal fingers wrapped around the scientist's neck, the bones and fragile structures withing cracking under an unimaginable strength. Dusting his old clothes off, he made his way off the planet, leaving his ruined world and the bones of his only equal, forging into the new worlds, meaning to reclaim what he had lost.

Weapons: First and foremost, he prefers to bring only his curled knuckles to a fight. He is proficient in a wide variety of weapon styles, but his fists are almost always going to be his tools of destruction. He's imbued himself with an unprecedented strength, able to take apart steel and brick and mortar with a single swing, send opponents flying with a lazy swipe, and even catch melee weapons without harming himself. If he seems to be fighting against someone of equal skill, he has the ability to call upon swirling flame in his right hand to redouble his blows and increase his movement speed, and creeping blue ice in his left to armor his body and surround his opponent in an unfamiliar chill (although the range of this tends to be limited by the size of the room, and its exposure to heat).

Theme song:  

 

Judgement.

First up...

 

Name: Barca Tereo 

 

Age: 247

 

Gender: Male

 

Appearance: Every inch of the man comes across as immaculate; the perfect man chiseled from marble and given the breath of life, and not a single scar adorning his sun-kissed skin. From his never-torn clothing to his piercing brown eyes to the fanned out bangs held up across his forehead. Short of stature, but solidly built, his broad, muscled shoulders build up to a thick neck. His chin is lightly dimpled, and the whole of his jawline bears the slightest amounts of 5 o'clock shadow, just enough to give him a rugged look, as if he were some sort of adventuring part-time-archaeologist/professor, which only serves to make his perfect white smile seem to shine all the brighter. His built chest and arms are squeezed into a black t-shirt which, despite being a size or so small (only to show off the defined, toned musculature beneath), bears a white insignia whose meaning has been lost in the ages this man has been stumbling drunkenly around the worlds, and is the same as the emblem he has tattooed on his shoulder blade, both covering his heart. The hem overlaps a thick brown leather belt, which carries no special significance, except that brown belts look good in just about everything. Except khakis. Which he wouldn't be caught dead wearing. Seriously. If he ever has to wear khakis, just firetrucking shoot him. Right in the face.

 

 

 

Where was I?

 

 

 

Jeans! Heavens be praised for those tough fabrics in all their wonderful shades of blue! The snags and tears and bits of fabric hanging out along the legs and pockets are entirely intentional. The pockets are entirely intact, their only contents an impossibly flat piece of technology which fits comfortably into his palm without worry of breaking or crushing its deceptively fragile shell, and a tarnished golden bracelet, whose origins are a complete mystery to everyone who has seen it, including the man carrying it. It does bear a crest, similar in design to those already adorning him, but of a different shape. The final piece of his perfectly assembled outfit is a simple pair of sandals, which have been known to range across the entire spectrum of seeable colors, and venturing into the unseeable! (These were eventually scrapped from his wardrobe due to the fact that no one could see them.) The only bit of Barca that will appear without meaning are a pristine white duster, the arms tattered just below his elbows, and the hem worn and shredded from a long lifetime of battles, accompanied by the worn handle of a katana, the blade broken off right at the hilt.

 

  Barca Tereo

 

Alignment: Evil, straight up.

 

Personality: From his appearance alone, anyone can discern that Barca cares a LOT about his appearance. He goes out of his way to preserve every piece he wears, and boasts the impressive record of not a single piece of his wardrobe being damaged beyond wearability. Messing up his hair is the fastest and easiest way to debilitate him for a minute, but beware! His blows will come faster and stronger, once he has fixed his coiffure. In conversation, his compatriots tend to find the man insufferable, his words most often aimed to denigrate and dripping with sarcasm, while his haughty demeanor refuses to allow insults to be given to him, generally leading to fisticuffs. He has also learned to take an appreciation from flinging his sandals off his feet at a target, enemy or friend, in a game he likes to call 'sandal-fu'. Despite not maiming or killing anyone, it is one of his favorite ways to pass the time, and his sandals always seem to magically reappear nearby, if not on his feet.

 

Bio: Before the Keyblade Wielders came to power, before Sora struck down Xehanort in combat at the Keyblade Graveyard, before Terra, Ventus and Aqua found their way to their dire fates, there was a world; a simple blue green world that was pleasant enough to visit, with technology abounding and improving their way of life beyond their memory. It was a place of light and warmth and good people. As a boy, he was quiet, unassuming, and even into his teenage years, he was considered a model citizen. One morning, his eyes snapped open, and the tender gaze had changed one of malicious cunning. It was the day darkness came to his world. He waged his one-man war against his people, using their creations in demonic ways they never thought to imagine, choosing victims captured by his troops for his own wicked experiments, resulting in even more tortured beings to serve his cause. Eventually, at great cost, and with the help of a brilliant man from an unknown city, Barca was tricked into pressing an advance, and was imprisoned in a stasis chamber, and dropped into the hordes of dark creatures he had created. Left without their brutal leader, the Darkness overran the planet. The world was forgotten, and all of their advanced technology lost. Save for one man... The brilliant scientist, truly a mad genius from another world in another time, observed their destruction with keen interest. Upon his return to his own time, he returned to Barca's homeworld, only to find the darkness gone, the ruined cities only twisted metal spines and broken stones, and the stasis chamber resting comfortably in the middle of an empty plain. Before he had time to do more than open the chamber, skeletal fingers wrapped around the scientist's neck, the bones and fragile structures withing cracking under an unimaginable strength. Dusting his old clothes off, he made his way off the planet, leaving his ruined world and the bones of his only equal, forging into the new worlds, meaning to reclaim what he had lost.

 

Weapons: First and foremost, he prefers to bring only his curled knuckles to a fight. He is proficient in a wide variety of weapon styles, but his fists are almost always going to be his tools of destruction. He's imbued himself with an unprecedented strength, able to take apart steel and brick and mortar with a single swing, send opponents flying with a lazy swipe, and even catch melee weapons without harming himself. If he seems to be fighting against someone of equal skill, he has the ability to call upon swirling flame in his right hand to redouble his blows and increase his movement speed, and creeping blue ice in his left to armor his body and surround his opponent in an unfamiliar chill (although the range of this tends to be limited by the size of the room, and its exposure to heat).

 

Theme song:  

 

 

Judgement.

...

I've never said this before for a OC sheet, but TL;DR...

But it's so pretty Crona! Honestly it is a really nice OC Paper, accepted with open arms.

Well, that fills me up with the warm and fuzzies; thank you.

Edited May 2, 201411 yr by PaperWeight

But it's so pretty Crona! Honestly it is a really nice OC Paper, accepted with open arms.

But it's soooo loooooong.

*slaps knuckles with ruler* Get crackin'! You ain't allowed to leave until you've read it.

*slaps knuckles with ruler* Get crackin'! You ain't allowed to leave until you've read it.

;__________________________________________________;

Read it. Seems OP to me, considering he basically has a Super Saiyan form...

Edited May 2, 201411 yr by Guest

Seems fine to me, no more overpowered than half the characters in the RP. Have you seen Zion at full power? Neena? Ryonne, your two, and riku's are definitely not going to be pushovers. Plus, he's straight-up evil, which is needed in the first place, and evil people are meant to be powerful. As long as he doesn't godmod or abuse his power, then I trust him with it.

Edited May 2, 201411 yr by Yuffie Kisaragi

Seems fine to me, no more overpowered than half the characters in the RP. Have you seen Zion at full power? Neena? Ryonne, your two, and riku's are definitely not going to be pushovers. Plus, he's straight-up evil, which is needed in the first place, and evil people are meant to be powerful. As long as he doesn't godmod or abuse his power, then I trust him with it.

Eh, good point, however my characters ain't the best considering...

Yeah, but even if they aren't the best, they're controlled by you, so that basically instantly raises their combat prowess by +10.

Wow, now that I think about it, there are a lot of powerful characters in this RP. I guess I'll have to make sure my characters are strong too.

Yeah, but even if they aren't the best, they're controlled by you, so that basically instantly raises their combat prowess by +10.

Thanks. My overzelous study of combat makes me an unstoppable force.

My characters seem overwhemlingly under powered now. Alexander is supposed to be that way, but Brandon and Emily seem pretty weak for Keyblade wielders. Oh well, guess ill just have them grow strong in the RP.

Seems fine to me, no more overpowered than half the characters in the RP. Have you seen Zion at full power? Neena? Ryonne, your two, and riku's are definitely not going to be pushovers. Plus, he's straight-up evil, which is needed in the first place, and evil people are meant to be powerful. As long as he doesn't godmod or abuse his power, then I trust him with it.

I'm touched you mention Zion first *tear* my nights been made before I even get out of work!

 

And Zion will only get stronger...

 

Reminds me Yuffie. For most of the RP, I'd say Zion and Neena would be stalemating every fight  

Wow, now that I think about it, there are a lot of powerful characters in this RP. I guess I'll have to make sure my characters are strong too.

 

 

My characters seem overwhemlingly under powered now. Alexander is supposed to be that way, but Brandon and Emily seem pretty weak for Keyblade wielders. Oh well, guess ill just have them grow strong in the RP.

 

First, sorry for the double post, but imnon mymphone so adding tonlast post...yeah no.

 

Anyways.

 

Having your characters grow as you roleplay them is the best way. Heres a little secret.

 

Have you noticed I use Zion in almost every KH rp? Like, in a KH RP, It is rare I dont see Neena, or Javelin's Nocturne. This use has allowed us to empower them and grow their characters from their base forms. Using them a lot notnonly makes them our 'avatars' but also gives them that almost mythical quality. 

 

When you see Neena, you expect this ninja badass with a grudge against the Keyblade, ruthless and driven. You look at Zion, you expect this awe inspiring lesbian Keyblade Master who overwhelms with amazing power and skill. 

 

And when you see Cody "Waffles", Zero-Four Nocturne (so many names ;- you expect a Kairi fanboy cuddling a plushie...uhm...I mean this powerful guardian who will defend his friends and his Princess with his heart.

 

You might seem underpowered, but the fact is you always make a new character from scratch. Try what we do, and using a character over and over again. They too will build up that mythic quality, allowing you to join the league of the badass and not feel underpowered.

 

The price of having a signature character tho, is always woeming them into different typesnof roleplays in the KH Universe. But thats the fun part

But it's soooo loooooong.

Wait until you see his RP that me, Rikunobody, yuffie and Oath were involved in.

 

*Cracks knuckles* Allow me to present what I consider the 'golden standard' for RPs: KH Lightfall

Edited May 2, 201411 yr by Javelin434

First up...

OOOOOOOOHH S**T! PAPERWEIGHT HAS JOINED THE RP!

 

Seems fine to me, no more overpowered than half the characters in the RP. Have you seen Zion at full power? Neena? Ryonne, your two, and riku's are definitely not going to be pushovers. Plus, he's straight-up evil, which is needed in the first place, and evil people are meant to be powerful. As long as he doesn't godmod or abuse his power, then I trust him with it.

 

Wow, now that I think about it, there are a lot of powerful characters in this RP. I guess I'll have to make sure my characters are strong too.

Now that I read everyone else's post, you're right. I should prolly throw in my main OC so my characters can not die, but I'mma gonna hold off on that for now until needed. And if I do, I would prefer if people didn't call him OP: I prefer the term 'balanced.' Meaning, he will stand a chance against whatever anyone decides to throw at him, and it helps keep the RP interesting. [Remember Vanguard I, anyone? No? Darn...]

 

And when you see Cody "Waffles", Zero-Four Nocturne (so many names ;- you expect a Kairi fanboy cuddling a plushie...uhm...I mean this powerful guardian who will defend his friends and his Princess with his heart.

IN MY DEFENSE AND I QUOTE FROM THIS OC'S ROLE MODEL:

"Names are for friends, so I don't need one." Therefore: Underneath it all, he technically has none ~(O.O~)

Also: "This isn't even my final form."

Edited May 2, 201411 yr by Javelin434

You know, I really wouldn't mind Lightfall getting a revive. That was going to be pretty fun, being evil, and Milo was a promising character (who I may revive for this rp actually). 

 

P.S. I was looking back at the first page, and noticed all the love I was getting! Thanks guys, on occasion I feel like a pest, butting into like every RP whether or not I'm wanted, so that all those indirect compliments pretty much wrecked those feelings!

You know, I really wouldn't mind Lightfall getting a revive. That was going to be pretty fun, being evil, and Milo was a promising character (who I may revive for this rp actually). 

 

P.S. I was looking back at the first page, and noticed all the love I was getting! Thanks guys, on occasion I feel like a pest, butting into like every RP whether or not I'm wanted, so that all those indirect compliments pretty much wrecked those feelings!

Nawww, you're awesome! I just haven't had the privileges of getting to interact with your characters enough. I'm really hoping to change all that though...

Edited May 2, 201411 yr by Javelin434

Wait until you see his RP that me and Oath were involved in.

 

*Cracks knuckles* Allow me to present what I consider the 'golden standard' for RPs: KH Lightfall

Nope.avi

Nope.avi

Suit yourself. You're missing out on a LOT... [i'm pretty sure everyone involved can vouch for me on this.]

Suit yourself. You're missing out on a LOT... [i'm pretty sure everyone involved can vouch for me on this.]

I'm just unable to read anything like that without an inclination to, I normally don't read over RP's unless I was involved in them.

I'm just unable to read anything like that without an inclination to, I normally don't read over RP's unless I was involved in them.

Then you and I have the same mentality then. Ok then, carry on!

You're right Jav, we haven't had a lot of interaction. Well, I did interrogate you, but that was pretty hostile and included a lot of deceiving... so that doesn't really count.