PaperWeight

So are Roxas and Namine the only ones who haven't been started yet?

I got the gist of it. Black Star: Only issue is Xion already calling on Two Become One. It could make for a pretty funny flaw in combat where they're both fighting and calling blades back and forth, but not convenient. Namine is fine. No one wants Kairi? Jeez, no love.

Spider: Yes, Destiny Islands was sucked up into the darkness. Land of Departure is where he ended up, and it is safe and whole. You can start Ventus wherever you like. And if you want/need to start on Destiny Island, let me know while there is still time! If anyone still needs an impetus for leaving their homeworld for LoD, send me a message.

http://kh13.com/forum/topic/65461-light-fall-a-kingdom-hearts-roleplay/ Here we go.

Link to the OOC and Signups: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/64921-light-fall-ooc-and-sign-ups/ Lets Get This Show On The Road Roaring wind and swirling blacks and purples blanketed everything, eyes squeezed shut as the world stretched and tore; pulled backward through the Space Between, there was nothing that could be done as the island was ripped into infinitesimal pieces in the darkness beneath his feet. His brown hair was matted down hard against his head, damp and cold against his forehead. His arms were pressed to his sides as he traveled, though he wouldn't have had the strength to fight whatever was pulling him along if he wanted to. He ground his teeth, pulled faster and faster through the darkness, feeling as though his legs might be left behind if it didn't slow down. Bright white light suddenly burst through the tiny gap in his eyelids. The blue eyes snapped open as the urgent pulling sensation gave way to gravity; his arms and legs came free, his neck snapping up to see what he was flying toward as he was blasted from the portal, long black claws raking out after his body, snaking through the air toward him, as if it were going to snatch him like a fish on a hook and send him whizzing back the other way. Arms came up to shield his body unnecessarily; the short-lived portal snapped shut only moments after his exit, the shadowy claws bursting into wisps of smoke before his eyes. His moment of relief was cut off by the wall. Sneaky buggers, walls. His body clung to its yellowed surface for a moment, leaving the former Keyblade Master to slowly peel off and fall to the dirt with an unceremonious 'flumpf'. Pain reverberated through all his limbs, spreading from the back of his head. His bare hands were scraped and already covered in dirt and sand, and shaking as he tried to bring his arms under him to bear his weight. "No... No no..." He coughed, his whole body shuddering once as his arm slipped, bringing him back down to the earth. Lying on his stomach for minutes that felt like lifetimes, he closed his blue eyes once more, silently wishing himself away from his dirty resting spot, his mind forcing him to relive the incident once more. He'd been sitting on the floor of his house, back against one of the couches in the living room, that silly ear to ear grin spread over his face, his hands wrapped around a spiky auburn haired young boy, both of them laughing as they wrestled on the floor. A typical summer night, it seemed; roughhousing on the floor, shooed inside by an oncoming storm. As twilight wore into evening, and his son was ushered on to bed by his wife, the retired Keybearer took the moment to relax, letting his head sink down into the cushions of the couch, staring up at the ceiling fan as it spun hypnotically slowly. The smile still on his lips, he pushed himself to his feet. "Dad?" A shaky voice of a younger girl, echoing down the stairs to him. As she asked him to come up, he was already taking two steps at a time, for no particular reason other than he could! He hopped around the corner, poking his head into the room. Another auburn haired kid was kneeling on the bed in her pajamas, pointing out the window to something. Sora chuckled, pushing some of his own light brown locks out of his eyes as he walked over to the window to see what was so startling. "It's just a squall; you remember how they turn the sky funny colors." He took a look for himself, despite his own assurances. Blinking a few times, he pushed off the window sill, standing frozen in the middle of the room for a long moment. Before he'd fully registered what he was doing, he'd thrown on actual clothes and was beating feet out the door; just a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, as his old adventuring outfit didn't really fit him anymore. The Keybearer was in a hurry in any case. He never would have been any the wiser if he hadn't looked out the window... Just woulda gone to bed... He skidded to a halt in the grass in front of the mayor's home, fists clenched tight as he glared up at the figure. It was as black as the sky all around it, like a shadow in a dark room, and the only thing lighting it up was its hands held up to the sky: thin white bolts of lightning were arcing up every few seconds, becoming more and more frequent until the moment Sora arrived. The man on the rooftop lowered his arms to his sides, the hood peering vacantly downward; its contents were a mysterious void in the shadow. As they stared each other down, the skin on the back of his arms was crawling, spreading slowly up to his neck and then spreading down his spine. How he'd managed to miss such overwhelming darkness... His bright blue eyes snapped open again, bringing him back to the bit of dirt he was recovering on. His head was still aching, pulsing throughout the rest of his limbs, but he managed to control his arms enough to bring his body upright, leaning back on his wall, blinking slowly at the world he'd arrived in. "The Land of Departure, huh...? Aqua..." he murmured to himself, pushing off the wall and stumbling up the hilly path that led to the main building. He was back on the grassy field in front of the mayor's house, golden flashes all round his hands as the paired Keyblades appeared. The hood jerked backward, as if the person underneath had let out a chuckle. Leaning forward, the cloaked figure was off the rooftop in an instant. Gloved fingertips, arcing white sparks, were centimeters from his face before Sora realized he needed to move. Leaning back, he swung Fenrir hard, connecting awkwardly as he fell to the ground. The hooded figure vanished into a puff of smoke, leaving the Keybearer to stare at it for a moment, wondering what had just happened before white light lit up everything above him. His head snapped forward; the man was suspended in the air in a spin, hands pressed together, wild arcs of electricity shooting off to nothing around him as he brought the hands to bear. A sudden release of pressure in the air for a split second, and everything went silent... Just for a second. Sora was skidding backwards over the grass, his heels catching on something as his momentum carried him along, sending him spinning and tumbling back until he finally rolled to a stop on the edge of the beach. Water rushed through his fried pant legs, two still-smoking handprints on the back of his calves where the connection was made. The remnants of the attack were still making him twitch and spasm when he heard slow, deliberate footsteps moving steadily closer. "To think... that this is all the force to be mustered... by the strongest of the Wielders." He reached the interior of the keep, still supporting his sore body on door frames and walls as he staggered his way up the hill. His soaked jeans weren't helping at all, as the slightest breeze sent chills up his spine, making him feel even more lifeless than Sora thought possible. He called for anyone, receiving no reply as he tried to make his way down corridors and up staircases. It seemed the masters in training had already fled, and Master Aqua was gone with them. As he mounted the final spiral staircase, he was leaning heavily on the banister, and nearly toppled back down when he finally came to the landing. Doors up and down the dormitory were left wide open, the contents of some strewn out into the hallway; one door looked like it had been blasted or torn off its hinges. The heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor was barely cracked open, but scorch marks marred every inch around it. His voice was caught in his throat, reaching out to push on one of the handles, which looked as though someone had tried to melt it away, the barrier creaking slowly as he entered. "Empty... What could have happened here..." His mumbled words gave away his despair, as he sunk down inside the Master bedroom, his back pressed to the door. The points of his Keyblades were digging hard into the sand, as Sora used them to prop his body upright, two more scorched hand prints on his back. He was panting hard now, his whole body weighted down with water, long brown locks sticking across his face and forehead as he stood at the edge of the island, his bright blue eyes just barely able to make out the curved tree where he and his friends had spent so many carefree days and nights, wondering up the unforgettable experiences they might have on other worlds. Half-lidded and trying to wipe sweat and a sticky crimson substance from his eyes, he heard another boom of thunder from across the main island, bringing up his Keyblades as he waited for the shadow to strike once more, hoping to catch it off guard and land a lucky blow. A hefty gust of wind rushed past, a precursor to the danger that was causing it, Sora gritting his teeth hard as he waited for sudden pain. "What good are you?" The voice was hard and hushed, the sand around the shadowy figure's feet swirling around him as he came to a sudden halt, making the Keybearer stumble backwards as he tried to figure out where his opponent was coming from so quickly. "Well... No use wasting time... Hardly worth the effort... Doubt you're going to save anyone..." The hood turned, looking down along the dunes, catching sight of the woman with her long auburn hair flowing in the breeze. "Least of all, your friends..." Another boom broke the clouds above them, and everything started to swirl. Pieces of houses were already being pulled in, ripped out of the ground as winds immediately started to gust over the islands. Sora took off down the beach toward his home, all thought of the battle gone, only wanting to reach her before everything was ripped apart again. The ground shifted, a column of earth shifting up in front of him, leaving his section of beach to sink below the raging waves, foaming as they rushed in toward him. He leapt up, managing to drag his worn out frame onto the section of land above him.Almost there... Just a bit more... His feet sank into the sand as he ran, hopping over fractures that were appearing all along the island, yelling for her to grab the kids and go, to run, to get away... A palm wrapped around the back of his head, pushing him forward into the sand. It wrenched his head back, holding him down to watch what was going to happen... "Ahh... my favorite part... the sappy goodbyes..." Twisting and trying to fight away from the grip on top of his head, he felt a knee crushing down on his back, and the hand, bunching up in his head, yanked hard. Pops issued all along Sora's spine. The earth shifted again, the house suddenly dropping down several feet, before the whole piece of land started to shift. The swirling clouds, glowing bright yellow in the middle and turning purple along the outside edges, were a sickening whirl of color overhead as they drifted toward the eye. The movement was enough to unbalance the shadow, Sora's arm wheeling around over his head, actually feeling the connection this time: Sleeping Lion managed to catch right along his attacker's chest, knocking the shadow of a man flat on his ass. The Keyblade Wielder jumped to his feet, ready to try and jump the gap, but he saw the look on his wife's face... she'd made it outside again, his son and daughter holding onto her tightly, both of them calling for him to hurry. It was the sad little smile, the sort she hadn't worn in years, and that slight shake of her head, that kept him standing right on the edge of the abyss. "Remember what I said?! I still mean it!..." His eyes open once more, still sitting alone in what had been Aqua's bedroom, his back resting on the door and his legs sprawling out across the tile floor. His body no longer shook as he rose once more, testing his grip as he turned to a wardrobe next to the entryway. He pried it open, finding nothing but a burnished plaque inside: "Step right up." He pulled off his tattered clothes, the hand prints on his back and chest making the shirt flimsy to the point of almost disintegration, and did as he was told; his last words to Kairi were ringing in his ears as he shut the door, feeling warmth surround his body. Being electrified and shot through space can make it easy to forget who you are sometimes... The doors sprung open again, giving him enough light to see what had been done. He flexed his glove-covered palms, looking over the scuff marks on his fingertips, the only visible reminder of what had just happened. "Remember... I'm always a part of you, too. And I'll come find you; always will..." The glove squeaked as he clenched his fist, the grin slipping back onto his face as he straightened out his jacket, throwing the doors open and strode back down the mangled corridors. "Kairi... Riku... I'm coming to get you... Seems like our war isn't over yet..."

Okay, still looking for one straight up villain, but we'll be starting tomorrow or Sunday, regardless of how many villains we have. If everyone could let me know which worlds they want to start on (these can be separate as we all move to LoD), that would be lovely. Riku: send me a pm about Your plans for aqua. I'm on my phone today, may be a bit slow to reply.

You blew it!

Throwing my hat into the ring here. I also like it that I was post 100, and have my own page in the thread. No one else post. Name: Rouge Harvey Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Alignment: Light Bio: Born in Washington in 1904, the young dark haired boy grew up in with an insatiable curiosity. His earliest memories were from the museum in the city, of a wispy young archaeologist with large round spectacles, spouting stories and rumors of a city sunken beneath the waves, and lost to time. For reasons Rouge never quite understood at the time, the man at the museum liked to talk to him, told him everything he knew. He always seemed so close... And then one day, Milo was gone. No stories. No letters. Nothing left of the man but a few dusty books, Rouge's only reminder of his lost friend. On his nineteenth birthday, Rouge, having procured what materials he could, he set sail into the dark, unforgiving waters to search for what might have become of Milo Thatch. But then it all came to an end. Black creatures with glowing golden eyes surging up from the depths, swarming over the coastline which Rouge could just barely see as the lights winked out of existence and sank away from his sight, waves pulling him back. As the water around him began to glow a disturbing yellow, and wisps of black came over the edges of his boat, a glowing orb of power pulling everything in. Swinging only an oar, the young man was overwhelmed swiftly, crushed down with his boat by the darkness... Only to awaken in a shadowed corner of Traverse Town, with no recollection of his journey, and a heft pair of swords hanging from his waist in an 'X' behind his legs. Personality: A goofball. He's easy to laugh, quick to trust, suffers from bouts of clumsiness. Made from tougher stuff than most would assume, he's perfectly prepared to fight when he's needed, and take a beating while he's at it, or run like the dickens if he's in over his head. Acts slower than he really is. Weapons: The long, flat blades tucked into the scabbards behind him are his main source of protection; they're nearly identical, except for an engraving on each blade, where the blacksmith's mark would be emblazoned. One bears the mark of a stylized thunderhead, thin bolts of lightning forking up from the hilt. The other carries a wreathe of flame just above the hilt. As a self-taught fighter, he's more often than not saved by luck than skill (though you'll be hard pressed to get him to admit it). In addition to the swords, he has a rather haphazard relationship with spells, occasionally suffering the brunt of a poorly shot fireball. Lastly, while not yet aware of it, he can sacrifice his swords to summon the Missing Ache and Flame Core Keyblades Theme Song(opt): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWRsgZuwf_8 To Glory.

From what I've heard, there are still a couple people writing up bios and whatnot, so I'd like to start Saturday/Sunday/Monday. Few things to iterate/reiterate, so I don't blindside anyone: This is an adventure/action roleplay. Fighting is bound to happen. I have no issues with romance happening. The first bit of this is going to be the good guys losing, and losing quite a bit. If there's a world you want to keep around for later interaction, I suggest not starting there. Wherever you start, the Land of Departure should be the meeting place for all of the good fellas. No need to get there in the first few posts, but don't make the journey languorous! And if there's a world you'd like to visit at some point, send me a message. I have a short list of where I want to go already.

I already had everyone's profile saved, was going to put them in the OP of the new OOC/sign-up. But I'll send a mod a message instead, I suppose.

I won't say no if anyone wants to apply for a villain spot, just send me a private message. I'm going to remake the thread in a little bit (maybe tomorrow night) to make an OOC thread and an RP thread, so nobody worry when this one vanishes, please. Yuffie: I'm going to have to decline your application here. Just have some questions, hit me up with a message.

Javelin: Both profiles accepted. On another note, still need 3-4 villains.

Who's pulling your strings? PaperWeight What's your name? Jeice Coronado How old are you? 22, apparently. What gender are you? Male Where are you from? Upon his waking in Traverse Town, he remembered only bits and pieces of his past, a flash of color and thought in a pan before winking out forever. As he continued to move about the city, his memories became weaker and weaker. All knowledge of who he was, gone in mere hours, leaving him broken and without purpose, lying in a rain soaked street. Despite this loss, he had no choice but to make a life for himself or else waste away. His strength afforded him the life of a brawler, his lack of memory making his only choices a mercenary or a hired thug, a lifestyle he took to without hesitation or discretion. As he continued to fight, he came under the training of a shadow magic master, who seemed to recognize the battered bruiser, but the lost fighter could not for the life of him remember the man. The man took Jeice under his wing for some time, teaching the young man shadow manipulation techniques, which he mastered almost immediately, as though he had been taught them before, improving those skills beyond any apprentice before him. The condition he was brought to the shadow temple on was that he refrain from fighting, or taking unrighteous jobs. Even the Shadows have moral standards, after all. The more time he spent on his focus and meditation, the more his skills improved, granting his shadows reach and endurance that few other masters had accomplished. These jumps in ability continued, but his self control began to deteriorate once more, to the point where, during a chance meeting with a former partner, Jeice was goaded into a fight, and the unbridled fury he released refined his shadow skills to the point his fists burst into a jet black flame. The promise he'd made was broken the moment he threw his first punch, and with little choice, the shadow master pressed Jeice back out into the world from the shelter of the temple, telling him to find his destiny, and to find the light among the disappearing stars. The final gifts his old master could give him were a book of poetry and a ship; a gummi ship, he called it. The stars overhead, winking out of existence, gave him no heading, but it reminded him of a phrase in the very first poem: "We'll work til the hourglass sands command, 'Now, you're done...'" Any pictures of yourself?The Fiery Brawler What do you wield in combat? An armory come to life and traipsing across the world, he carries a hefty one-handed curved blade tied horizontally across his waist. Like most swords of its kind, it has a crossguard, however, an additional strip of solid metal welded over the hilt to allow him to wield it in reverse, tied to which is a thin strip of black cloth that looked like it could have covered a blind person's eyes. His secondary weapon is a pair of rather unique weapons: bladed tonfa. They are entirely collapsible, able to slip up Jeice's sleeves to be hidden from sight on a track specially made for these weapons. About 2 and 1/2 feet long, the slicing edge stretches the length, with a stabbing point on what would be the back end for most. Also hidden beneath the shirt, tucked in behind the belt, is a small arsenal of throwing weapons. Anything else I should know? Can manipulate his shadow, creating a clone of himself, able to fight and react nearly as effectively as the real deal, though with a lowered damage dealing potential. Despite his passion and aptitude for fist-fighting, he bears no visible scars. The sleeves of the jacket have been sliced through at the forearms, as though a couple times Jeice messed up the choreography with the extendable blades. On his right hand, a black fingertip-less glove covers most of it up to the wrist, marred by what appears to be burn marks; a side-effect of his improved shadow control, Burning Darkness, or, as he affectionately calls it, the Hades Flames.

I have special plans for Riku. All I'll say here. You two are both in consideration, though. Zion is accepted. As far as Xion goes... After a day of deliberation (mostly with myself), we (I) have decided to let you play her. Bio's accepted as well. Just pick an age. I don't mind her being 16 or so still, what with Time Travel being an option now, just have them both be 30-whatnot or in their teens. Lightning is accepted as well, though I'm still trying to decide which worlds to visit.

Who's pulling your strings? PaperWeight What's your name? Sora How old are you? 34 What gender are you? Male Where are you from? After moving back to Destiny Islands, and reclaiming some semblance of his life, Sora adjusted to every day routine with little trouble, though on occasion, he would sneak off with Riku to talk and to train. His time with Kairi became a more serious affair, in both a figurative and a literal sense. His time was spent less and less with Riku, who was still trapped in the past, worrying over his temptation by the darkness, and moreso with the rest of the inhabitants of the island. By the time the whispers of Vengeance reached his ears, he was among those Keyblade Wielders certain the Darkness would never return in force. Any pictures of yourself? Sora What do you wield in combat? As he aged, his abilities increased to the point where he can always wield two weapons, choosing the Sleeping Lion in his left and the Fenrir in his right as a reminder of those since lost. Plus, they look pretty cool together. Although no longer in his prime, he is still a very formidable fighter. Anything else I should know? Nope! OOC: I'll give this one up probably pretty easy, just send me a message. Spider: I don't really have anything planned for Ventus/Roxas for the first bit, but he/they become pretty integral later on. Come up with a good bio, I don't think I'd mind him/them early on. Oathkeeper: I took some liberties with what might happen in/after KH3, but I dunno about Xion, given how important her sacrifice was in 358/2. BUT! If you can think of a plausible way Xion reappearing wouldn't affect Sora, lay it on me.

That sounds fairly positive?

A Note From the Author: First attempt at creating an RP. Please bear with me! Any comments, questions, criticisms are welcome. UPDATE: Since I'm new at this, I did not make an OOC thread. I'll decide which is gonna be which later, I suppose. "Let me think... It all started pretty slow, maybe one or two, and then suddenly, whole swaths of sky were just dark. And every night more would be gone." "The stars were just disappearing out in the sky?" "Whole worlds! At the time, I didn't really understand, but now..." The old man gestured to the sky, a inky indigo, bordered on all sides by the hunched houses of Traverse Town. There was nothing. No moon or stars. No sign of anything beyond the darkness hanging over their heads. The man with his shoulder length silvery hair kept his bright blue eyes on the starless night, arms folded over his chest. The Darkness pressed so close on them now, it felt like he could reach out and touch it. Maybe he could bring it down, bring some light back to the sky. All of his preparation had led to this. All of his instincts were telling him to bring the fight to the enemy. And every ounce of his wisdom told him to run and hide. This enemy, this dark , was coming. And coming soon. His silver hair whipped around him as he turned to leave. A black glove snapped up from the shadows and fingers wrapped around his face. "Too Late." The Keyblade Graveyard had been the site of the last battle of the Second Great Keyblade War. As the Wielders of Light and Darkness clashed, it cracked the Realm Between, and warriors from across the cosmos were summoned to aid the Light in its struggle, bequeathed power by the dormant weapons strewn across the wasteland. Xehanort's final effort to claim Kingdom Hearts, and blanket the world in darkness, was brought to an end at the hand of hundreds of Keyblade Wielders. The man himself, the last of the Darkness to remain, was shackled and cast outside of any known Realm, and the cracks were sealed shut. Peace could finally return. As the forces of the light returned to their own worlds, armed with ancient Keyblades, the Darkness was swept back, pressed off the dormant worlds, filling every sky with stars so bright, they might have been about to come crashing down. The Destiny Islands finally felt safe again, enough for Sora and Kairi to feel like maybe their lives could get back to normal... Whatever normal might have been anymore. It was a welcome respite, to get to see their friends again, after four long, hard-fought years. Despite the difficulties of saying goodbye to all their friends and allies, they would never be far; only a Glider-ride away. It was all well worth it to Sora and Kairi; a chance to be together. For Riku... The Darkness would never really be gone. The war could never really be won, merely stalled. In his mind, the peace could not last. Twenty years have passed since Sora, Kairi and Riku's return to the islands. The Worlds since freed have protectors, Keybearers all linked together across the vast sky by their charge to care for their home. Though in this time of peace, with the Worlds clear of Darkness, few of the remaining Wielders put much stock into the need for constant vigilance. Kairi and Sora managed to move on together, and tried to bring their friend with them, but Riku was too focused, certain that the Darkness would return. But it was not the Darkness they had spent so long fighting. This was new... Whispers, faint, frightened voices reached them first; only a few here and there, followed by more and more every day.Vengeance is coming. The message they were carrying seemed indecipherable, and trivial, as well. Even as time went by, and the whispers turned into shouts and pleas, it became clear that something was coming, but none of the Wielders could find any trace of what it might be. And then the first star went out. Vengeance is coming. The first in twenty-four years. And suddenly, it was like the voices couldn't be stopped, heard across the Realms, with Wielders scrambling to find some way to stop this darkness. Vengeance is coming. After a few nights of single worlds going out, their Keybearers lost to the rest of the network, the First Culling occurred: black streak across the sky, hundreds of worlds snuffed out in an instant, as if they'd been simply scooped out of the black. The remaining Keyblade Masters left had no choice but to recognize the danger this new Dark power presented, but it was Riku who made the first move. He was the most prepared, having spent the last twenty years fighting, practicing, training, while the others had accepted the peace as endless. But his investigation was cut short, and by the time other Keyblade Wielders had arrived to help, there was nothing left but a messaged etched on a wall. Vengeance has come. RULES AND BIO Please take the bio seriously and fill it out to the best of your ability. I'd like to see this RP go somewhere! Follow the rules for the board. Romance should be PG-13 at the most, no excessive gore, no excessive cursing. Feel free to give me a smack on the wrist if I break the last two. Canon characters will be available at request, as well as relationships to canon. If there's a character you don't see on the list, ask, because I might have something planned for them! I need at least 3 more villainous characters. Any interested parties should send a private message, please! Canon characters: Sora (Taken by PaperWeight, but will give it up.) Riku (Taken by Spiderfreak1011) Ventus(Taken by Spiderfreak1011) Xion (Taken by Oathkeeper136) Kairi Aqua Lea Final Fantasy Lightning (Taken by Oathkeeper136) Who's pulling your strings? (Username) What's your name? How old are you? What gender are you? Where are you from? (Back story. Brevity is important, but details are preferred.) Any pictures of yourself? (Link, not the actual picture) What do you wield in combat? (Optional pictures. Descriptions would be lovely, feel free to include fighting styles!) Anything else I should know? (Misc. Information)