With help by SoraKing3

 

Plot:

100 years have passed since the Heartless were created. Many conflicts occurred, and several mysteries answered. A boy with a key fought against the evilness of the Heartless. His name was Sora. These "keys" have been passed down to several others over the past century. Some have use them to fight the darkness, some have used them to embrace it. But the time has come for the Keyblade wielders of light to join together. The darkness is winning. Every single world has been shut out in darkness, except one. Twilight Town. This is the most vibrant world in the current era of darkness. Everybody here is happy, no one has to fear the darkness. The Keyblade wielders have no job to complete since their home has no enemy. This is what they believe, but this isn't true. Darkness is gathering in the direct middle of Twilight Town. The spot where the darkness is has been dubbed "Anti-Twilight Town". Everybody knows it is there, but no one fears it. But little do they realize, it spreads little by little, each day. Very few people try to fight this new darkness approaching. The world is in their hands

Name: Mizon

Age: 15

Weapon and or power: He wields a Keyblade dubbed "Dangerous Dark". It has a gray hilt, and a black blade, with gray outlining for the blade. His keyblade does not have much power, but he holds power for himself. Anything he touches, he can convert its power into his Keyblade. Even stuff he has touched in the past can be converted for power.

Apperance: He is pretty tall, but lanky. He has light blonde hair, and golden eyes. He wears a black sweater, and black jeans. His skin looks pale.

Bio: Mizon was born on another world, but eventually had to move due to Heartless infestation. He has tampered with darkness during his youth, and the effects are now coming to him. He is an anti-social person, and when angered, can become demented. He tries to make friends, but nobody wants to get close to his darkness. He spends most of his time eating ice cream...alone.

Other: Can use Berserker mode when angered.

 

 

Rule 9 got raped by Bob Sagat.

Name: Leo Finnegan

Age: 16

Weapon and or power: He has the ability to wield the keyblade, just it hasn't been revealed to him yet. Until that point in time... he uses a short but practical Katana, which he holds in a sheath on his back. It doesn't do much... but until he can find something better, it will pass.

Apperance: Leo wears a pair of camoflauge military pants with multiple pockets and places for weapons. The shirt he wears is a plain white teeshirt, with a hole in the back and some blood stains. The origin of he wound is unknown...

He wears a pair of black sneakers with a dark grey sole. Presumably used to be white...

His black colored hair is cut short, and put up in spikes. He's tall and skinny, but muscular skinny... with low fat content.

His eyes are a deep green color, with a slight sparkle of blue showing through in the right lighting. His ears look a lot bigger then they are given his hair style, they stick out like a sore thumb. His skin tone is a nice light tan color, given from his African-American mother and White Father.

For Accessories: A black wrist band on his left arm, a silver chain necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a key.

Bio: Leo's parents died when the heartless invaded his world... and his only angst is that he escaped and they didn't. He was put under the guardianship of a wise school tutor, who, while strict... provided a good life for Leo. From that point on he grew up to become a lone ranger, making quite a life for himself in Twilight Town. It wasnt until a few years into his living there did he learn about Anti-Twilight-Town... he promptly dropped everything, and joined the resistance.

Other: Leo's personality is very dark around strangers, but around people he's known for a while... he charming, careful, witty, smart... and even sometimes flirty. A clutz at heart, he's been known to always screw something up now and then.

He's been known to get some remarks on his large ears, which aren't actually that big... they're just exaggerated by his hair style.

He speaks at a really low volume around strangers... especially girls that he likes... but once he gets to know a person, he gets much more loud and occasionally obnoxious.

He also has an odd habit of losing his katana...

 

I do believe Nine is missing because you needed an excuse to make it be missing.

Name: kotos

Age:18

Weapon and or power:his black sword he hold's it in a revers grip the blade's name is "darkchiller" he also has the power to hit someone with his hand and make a ice shock wave go throw him even if his hand hit's there blade he can make it go throw the blade and into there hand's

Apperance:

Bio: kotos was born on a different world the people on that world used the darkness he knew nothing of this when he was little because he was the only one there that didn't go crazy from not being ably to control the power the darkness they where uses took over the world..and him and his mother ended up in a different world a few year's back he was ably to control his darkness unlike most of everyone else form his world now he just spend's his time dreaming about his past and wishing he was ably to save it back then eating ice cream by his self

Other:he can use his darkness when his calmness is broken

 

nine is missing becous you wonted to make it harder for peoply to ge in the rp (nine's not there becous chuck noris beat the crap out of it > )

[soraking: Accepted. (Talked over IM. Seen Skills. Good enough Reason)

RoxSox: Accepted. (Same reasons above)

Darklunatic: Rejected (Contact me for answers)]

 

Name: Leiko

 

Age: 14

 

Weapon and or power: A Keyblade by the name of

Name: Alexander "Xander" Young

 

Age: 22

 

Weapon and or power: Besides the flame of darkness in his heart, Alexander has no other powers. Strapped into their holsters, he carries around two twin pistols for long-ranged combat. If a situation turned into a short-ranged combat style, he has twin daggers strapped to the insides of his boots to use.

 

Apperance: Alexander has dark auburn hair that is almost always damp. His hair reaches his jaw line, and is moderately curly. He has gray eyes, that appear to be a light green in the sunlight. Also, he has fair skin which scars easily -most noticeably on his arms. He also has a slight stubble on his chin.

 

For most of the time Alexander wears a size-too-small dark blue hoodie with faux animal fur lining -the hood is always up when he wears it on a sunny day, and the hoodie is never zipped up. Under the hoodie is a gray wife-beater with slight holes and tears across it from fighting. Then he wears gray baggy jeans -torn half an inch past the knee-(a darker shade of gray from his wife-beater), which he has the black holsters of his twin pistols strapped to his waist. For shoes he wears combat boots which are a size too big, due to having sheathed daggers being strapped to the insides.

 

Bio: Ever since he was born, Alexander lived in Twilight Town, right near the center. He, unlike others, was blissfully unaware of the darkness spreading around his and his neighbors' houses. Because of that he was unable to recognize the madness slowly creeping into his mind, driving him to thirst for the adrenaline rush that only a heated fight could bring.

 

When he was little, Alexander's parents taught him about what power could do to one's heart. This made reality fall smack-down onto the young man. A little scared, remorseful, and slightly giddy, Alexander came to notice the darkness in his heart. He wished to leave Anti-Twilight Town, but the power burning within him told him "No."

 

And so, he remained in the darkness-surrounded home. While others were still unafraid of the darkness, he came to terrify it. In attempt to resist the darkness, his heart became numb of emotions, making himself indifferent. He no longer cared about where his town turned out. Destruction? Salvation? None of that appealed to him. As long as he could quench that thirst for fighting, he was contempt.

 

Other: Alexander can be seen in a deep conversation with himself. In his mind the young man is talking to the two sides of his mind, his conscience. He believes the "two people in his head" to be real, and often relies on them for making decisions. This being the reason why it takes so long to answer any questions directed towards him. Other than that, he's not much of a talker towards others. People usually come to a conclusion he was just never taught to interact with others -which is partially true. The weeks he spent resisting the darkness in his own heart, he forgot completely how to depend on others, let alone converse with them.

 

Nine is missing because it bumped into Russia, who offered to become one with it, thus becoming scared and running off to Italy, where he got scared from a rampaging Romano - because of that he fled to England where he accidentally got captured by France, and was "played with", and thus scarred for life - which lead him to hiding in a box in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. (That was so not a run on sentence, what are you talking about?)

(*Drooling*

Oh, accepted owo)

Mizon sits on the Clock Tower, eating a bar of Sea-Salt Ice Cream, thinking about his day. Another day alone. He had nothing to do but walk around town, and take strolls in the woods. He had to walk in the underground portions of the town, because every time he walked into town, shopkeepers would shut their windows at the site of him, except one. An older lady had a shop mid-town, an ice cream parlor to be exact. She would give him free ice cream, and they would chat for about an hour, and then Mizon would head to the Clock Tower. That was his day, and that routine barely changed. But today, something was different. A dark blotch was blocking the beautiful sunset. The darkness, it's coming. I can feel its power trying to take over Twilight Town. It seems sinister, but it might not be evil at all.

Leo brushed a small strand of hair up out of his eyes, replacing it within the spiky crest that stood gravity-defying-ly above his eyebrows.

His head was down, and his shoulders hanging slack with his hands in his pockets.

He had always been shy, so he walked fast through the street, heading towards the Train Station, and making his way up to the clock tower.

As usual, Mizon was sitting there... a bar of Sea-Salt pursed between his fingers like a smoker held a cigarette.

"Yo..." Leo said, throwing off his mellow composure and becoming the cheery person he always was around his friends.

He sat a foot or so away from Mizon, "So umm... how's your day going?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

 

 

While waiting for a reply from Mizon, Leo stared off into the sunset... finding himself daydreaming a little bit about Leiko... which he promptly shook off.

She loved the sunset... it was always how she ended her day... why wasn't she here yet?

 

(OOC: I changed my characters age)

Mizon sighs before he answers Leo's question. Talking to other people was hard for him, unless it was his friend at the ice-cream parlor. "Uhm. My day..was fine. I just...walked around..ya know." Mizon finished his Sea-Salt bar, and throws the stick off the tower. "I enjoy this sunset. It's weird...because it never sets. It just sits there. Never to go below the horizon. I always wanted to see the moon, but the moon doesn't exist here. I want to explore other places. Twilight Town is too small for me." Mizon reaches his hands out to the sun.

"Amen to that..." Leo stated matter-of-factly... letting a small smirk slip out...

He then got to his feet...

"Then why don't we? Why don't we try to reach the new worlds! Leaving this wretched place behind..." he yelled, fists clenched and eyes intent.

The he realized what he was saying... let his shoulders hang slack... and his head hand low.

"Who are we kiddin'? We ain't ever getting off this god for saken rock."

Leo sat back down, crossing his arms over his knees and resting his chin on top.

"We will make it. Someday. Someday, I'll make sure all of us get to tour the universe. Gummi Ships are expensive, but I'll save up to buy a huge one. One day, my dream will come true." Mizon's eyes shine as he states these words. He reaches hands out to the sun this time, and clinches his right hand in a fist. "This..is my promise." The clock strikes 7, and Mizon tells Leo that he needs to get home. They fist bump, and Mizon walks home. The route to his house was covered in darkness, so he had to go underground to go home. While he was walking in the underground tunnels, he notices a black creature scuttle across one of the halls. He pays no attention, and climbs up the steps.

"Ugh, I'm late!" A girl complained to herself as she flew past the shop windows. It wasn't like she meant to be late anyway. She had gotten caught up in her studies which she loved with a deep passion. Something had been bothering her lately, although she hasn't let that darkness get to her free spirit. It was a good thing too. If It had, who knows what horror would come with it? Lack of inspiration... oh, so many other things. She distracted herself from the thought.

 

Leiko had been in this town all her life... and nothing bad has happened! It wasn't like this darkness would spread anyway. If it did, we could always find somewhere else to live. She wasn't sure where, but there had to be somewhere with a sun as bright as this out there! Of course she couldn't help but worry. What would happen?

 

Her hair swung slower as she slowed her run, breathing hard. Here she was, the place where she always came to see that beautiful sun... filled with so much light as it shone endlessly in the orange-cream colored sky. Was it the real reason she would actually come here? Well, the icing on top of the cake should be sitting right at the top of that tower... She thought, looking up and taking a blind step forwards as she did.

 

She stumbled. The ability to keep her balance was lost, and she nearly fell face first onto the ground. Thankfully her hands weren't in her pockets like normal and she was able to catch herself before her face got scarred. A sweat drop ran down her face, "That was close..." She muttered quietly. Not delaying herself a second longer she threw herself up straight, sure to not lose her balance once more, and turned herself towards the building.

Mizon is on the last step, but jumps back when he sees a boy his age appear right in front of him, seemingly from a shadow of a building right ahead of him. "I see you have rejected the darkness, yet again, Mizon. But your eyes still hold the scars from darkness, and that's why I am here. You know what you did, and you can never change that. You might as well let the darkness flow in your heart, it'll do you better in the end." Mizon is speechless by the words from this boy, this boy who actually looks just like him. Or maybe just like him. Mizon summons his Keyblade, and furiously swipes at the boy, and his Keyblade hits nothing. It was like the boy was never there. Mizon drops to his knees, and starts sobbing loudly. An old lady with shocking gray hair approaches him and helps him to his feet. "Mizon, get up, sweetheart. Time for you to go home." The lady walks Mizon to a red brick apartment building. Mizon opens the front door, and walks inside, and slumps on the floor.

"Their lives are pathetic aren't they?" A high-pitched, girly voice laughed in the ear of Alexander. Of course, there was no body to match the voice, it was just a whisper in the wind. Gray eyes rolled, and the voice continued. "They know it's out there, why not embrace it? It'd help them out for sure. Much better than the boring lives they live now." The gray-eyed man couldn't disagree, life was very dull in Twilight Town. Fighting in the underground tunnels were the only excitement for him to look forward to, when the mood was right.

 

A deep voice then spoke, the tone scolding, "Xander, don't listen to her, it's best if they ignore it. Let the remaining bit of light shine. Some day the darkness will be gone and you can live your old life." It was then the girly voice snapped back at the other, and they broke out into argument. Alexander, otherwise known as Xander, caught bits and pieces of the fight. Mostly about what was better, the light or darkness. Neither of them won in the end, and the argument was discarded.

 

Alexander's long fingers fiddled with the hem of his jacket. Deep down he wanted to reach for the pistols strapped to his waist, but there was nothing to aim at. He was standing near one of the entrances near the underground tunnels, one right by the clock tower-slash-train station. For the moment being, his eyes rested on the sun. The faint bit of contempt that rested in his heart was flickering. A want of gun shots and screams started to replace it. Curls of dark auburn danced as the young man shook his head. No time to fight. Fight back. Don't let it take over. Alexander let that chant repeat in his head as his hand inched towards the gun.

 

Letting out a groan and punching the train station wall, the small amount of blood-lust faded away. Alexander fixed the hood of his jacket so his eyes were hidden. Until the sun was gone, he'd watch it. Then he'd go to the tunnels and take his want on whoever got in his way. That was his usual routine, for the past few years it had never been broken -unfortunately.

After her little stumble, Leiko had gone the whole way up the clock tower just to sit down with her friend. Leo had always seemingly been close to her. He was patient, and would wait until she was done training or gotten finished with her studies. She couldn

Leo turned to face her...

"Heh... it's okay!" he said with a fake smile on his face.

While he was waiting for her... he had caught up with what Mizon had said... about leaving. And the prospect of never being able to get out from this place didn't thrill him...

He shook his head and threw the feeling off of him like a cheap blanket.

"The sunset is especially gorgeous today..." he told her.

Her face caught his attention... the exotic beauty trapped within the subtle angles and textures of her face and skin...

I've known her for so long... but yet, every time I see her... she never fails to amaze.

Leo had feelings for Leiko... he always did, from the second he got to know her til' now.

At first... he had a hard time trying to believe it... but, he submitted to the idea eventually.

He loved her... and if she was ever in danger of being taken away from him...

He stopped thinking... derailing the train before he screwed himself over with emotion.

Mizon wakes up to find himself in his bed. The twilight beaming through his windows onto his face was the thing that woke him up. "Ugh". He swings his legs on the outside of his bed, and places his hands on his face. What the hell happened back there... He stands up and puts his feet into his slippers, and walks to his kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes out a carton of milk he had bought from a Moogle earlier. He opens the carton and places it on the kitchen table, and then walks into the living room and picks up an album from the coffee table. He walks back into the kitchen with the album, and sits down at the table. While drinking the milk, he browses through photos of his family. The first picture he sees was taken 12 years ago, when he was only 3. His mother, his father, himself, and another boy who looked just like him, except with black hair, were standing and smiling next to a Christmas tree. Mizon places his finger on the boys face and gets lost in thought. Who is this? I can't...I can't remember... He closes the album and finishes off his milk, and goes back to his bedroom. This town is screwing with my mind..

(T-T-T-TIME VORTEXXX I hate when that happens ._.)

 

"It is, isn't it?" She replied, looking intensely at the sky, fading into the many mysterious colors. She glanced over at Leo, then back at the sky. What would life be like without this sunset? What would this sunset be like without him? The questions buzzed around in her head like some annoying fly. She did watch sunsets by herself... often... but it never seemed as good alone compared to now. What was the secret? Maybe there wasn't one. Maybe she was just having a great time with a great guy. It just seemed a little quiet now.

 

"So... How was your day today? Good?" Leiko asked, twiddling her thumbs to the beat of her very heart. She was wondering... Maybe he met someone new? Maybe he found a new hobby? Of course... Leiko wouldn't know until she was told but she couldn't help but at least take a blind guess at it. He was... interesting to say the least. More like the man of her dreams. Dreams....

"It was boring..." he said... trying to come up with something witty, "Talking to you is the best part."

After that... he felt quite embarassed, and he tried to hide the fact he was blushing redder then a tomato...

When they were younger... he never had the nuts to say a thing like that... yet now, things had changed.

Did she have feeling for him as well? He didn't think so... and he looked to their relationship as a one sided romance...

He shook it off, and cast his dreams off the ledge.

Mizon puts his regular clothes back on, and heads outside. I need some fresh air, that house is driving me crazy. But where to go? He looks up and stares at the giant clock tower, and sees two figures talking on the ledge. He steps towards the path for the clock tower, but he stops in his tracks and starts smiling. Leo, Leo, Leo. He walks into the underground passageways that lead to the main part of the town. He is cautious this time around, and looks around as he walks, careful not to get jumped by anyone..or anything. He makes it to the steps on the town side of the passageways, and he takes the 2 minute climb up them. A blast of wind welcomes him when he gets up the last stair. He makes a left and walks into a coffee shop, and sits himself at a small table by a big window. A waitress walks up to him and asks does he want anything to eat or drink. "Paupou fruit shortcake, please." The waitress pops her gum, and walks into the small kitchen. Mizon gets up and grabs a paper from off another table, and then heads back to his. The first page read: "Underground Tunnels: The stories and cases behind them." This might be interesting.

Did he really mean it? She, a boring girl, was the highlight of his day? She couldn

Leo could only count each footstep as she walked away, with only those final lies hanging in the air between them.

Leiko would stay much longer every day, and they would talk every moment, laughing and smiling. But, now... he screwed it up... he tried to hard...

His knees curled up beneath his chin, and his hair swayed in the wind. With a deep sigh, he climbed to his feet, closed his eyes... and then reopened them as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the last orange and red rays of light fading, as the sky darkened.

Mizon's jaw was still hanging from his head after he put the paper back from where he got it from. Zombies, black creatures with yellow eyes, zipper people, what the hell? Mizon scrapes the crumbs from his shortcake off of his plate, and leaves 10 munny on the table. Before he walks out, he nods at the waitress, and wishes her a goodnight. He begins the short walk to the underground tunnel, and home. When he reaches the entrance steps, he begins to shake a little. Those things can't be real, can they? He walks slowly down the steps with extreme cautiousness, looking around after each step. Once he gets inside the tunnels, he begins to shake again. And then, right before his eyes, a black creature pops out of the wall. Mizon doesn't even think, he just runs. Runs for his life. His feet splash in puddles as he goes tearing down the passageways. He sees the exit steps, and he bounds up them, and falls down on the ground when he reaches the last step, panting. Too close. He slowly lifts himself up from the ground, and brushes the dust off of his clothes.

There she was. In a dark room. The only thing illuminating her path was a small candle. She had been reading for the past hours to get her mind off of things. She couldn