That sounds really cool ^.=.^
That's always a good thing
Well is there anyway I can contact you as I'm not on many sites?
Up and down as you expect life to be ^.=.^ you should give me a Skype or something would be nice to rp like we used to
If anyone could of done that it was you
Kaidron emerged from his portal wings still splayed in mid flight. He was much closer to the ground than he was in the world he just left and readied himself to land. Disturbing debris, concrete and twigs from the force of his wing beats kaidron touched ground, something just occurred to him a sence of his surroundings. He was visibly glowing only faintly but noticeably in the gloomy landscape he found himself in.
"how very odd, a glow? It must be my own light radiating but that wouldn't happen unless this world was devoid of its own radiance."
That was when kaidron noticed what he was standing on. It wasn't the ground per say but actually the remains of a building long since reduced to rubble and dust.
The sky was no better, above his swirled a cluster of clouds a dark hollow sky with no ounce of light to brighten the land below. There did however look to be a star, a sun of sorts. Except it was black and pulsated as the clouds seemed to orbit it.
"this isn't right. This world has no light let alone light form my world... Why did my portal land me here?"
Kaidron took a few steps the sound of cracking glass breaking the eerie silence blanketing the ruin of a world.
"Do the heartless even roam here?"
Kaidron's inner monologues were interpreted by a noise close by. Gliding to the actual ground kaidron walked cautiously towards the noise interested at what could inhabit such a bleeck land.
(Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've been really busy in the real world of late. I'll make sure to post more regularly now)
Turel neared the sight of the explosion he saw earlier. As he drew closer he heard a noise and hid behind a large boulder jutting from the top of the cliff face. Peering out straining to focus in the windy sand coated air he saw a white furred figure seeming thrashing around in the dirt. Confused he continued watching, the figure was the same man who attacked his home world all right but his actions here confused him. As swiftly as it blew in the wind settled and Turel got a better look at the surroundings. What he saw took his breath away. Countless keys stuck in the sun baked earth, each one a grave marker for a keyblade wielder who fell upon this world in the heat of battle against the darkness. Turel's heart could still hear the screams of each warrior as they breathed their last even with their influence long since gone, and here was his worlds destroyer screaming and kicking at random keybades in the ground. This place was sacred and Turel couldn't watch as this winged menace defaced it.
"Stop!" Came Turel's cry as he leapt from his hiding spot.
Kaidron turned to him, a small smile appeared on his face as his presence calmed down suddenly. A few short breaths and Kaidron spoke.
"So you made it then little general."
Turel glared at him not enjoying his obviously derogatory nickname.
"Your defacing a graveyard to our fallen warriors and I beseech you to stop! Don't you have any conscience?"
Kaidron snickered slightly.
"This is my monument, my grave, my battleground. Your life is but a mere flicker to the pain I endured at this sight. These lifeless weapons each one a voice I knew and will near hear again. Only once you understand the gravity of what I lost can you dare talk to me of conscience."
The response caught Turel off guard he had no clue what to say, he knew this man had fought with his father from their previous encounter but had no idea of the sheer scale of the losses.
"This is what I have lost, this is what I deserve to reclaim. Now that you've seen what I have endured surly you can understand what I am trying to achieve."
Turel summoned his keyblade wielding it in his normal battle stance. Giving his foe a stern look he replied.
"You are destroying worlds in order to get what you want I can never understand that and I will never condone it!"
Kaidron looked away a noticeably sad look on his face as he took wing above the sight.
"I guess I could expect nothing less from the son of the General who destroyed my people. Fine if this is the hand fate has picked out for us then so be it. I will not stop in my crusade but I encourage you to try."
Then taking a small rotation around Turel Kaidron flue off into another portal created by his keyblade.
Turel would have to find a way to follow him but was never trained in keyblade portals. He grasped his keyblade in both hands pointing it straight forward and hoped for the best concentrating on where he wanted to go, where ever the white dragon had flown off to.
After agonising seconds of nothing Turel's keyblade reacted. A thin stream of light erupted from his keyblade and hit the air between two keyblades. A portal formed and Turel stepped towards it, holding his breath he closed his eyes and stepped through hoping the world he ended up in would be the same as his adversaries.
That would be awsome mister
I do intend to keep it going but I keep back so I can read what everyone else posts so I can see if there is way to bring the stories together
What do you mean? I've posted quite a few times I just don't wanna post myself over and over in quick succession, give people a chance to post...
The portal's stream seemed to last forever a great tunnel of colour and lights. Blues, greens and yellows spieling to an unknown destination. Turel felt a sickening feeling like falling cling to him as he hurtled through the fracture. He was weightless propelled by some unseen force and struggled to prevent from mercilessly rotating as he continued on this disorientating journey. For as long as the journey seemed Turel noticed that Kaidron was nowhere in sight. Turel couldn't focus however the feeling was becoming overwhelming and then as sudden as it came, it stopped.
Turel sat awhile reorganising his equilibrium to the new perfectly solid ground before standing to take in his surroundings. A land so far estranged from his own. Rocky cliffs rose in every direction framing the sandy dunes lining area. The land he was sat upon seemed stable so must be another plateaued cliff he assumed. Taking a stand he noticed the lack of vegetation of any kind.
"Not many things could live here" Turel thought to himself aloud.
Turel took a few steps to the edge of the cliff he was standing on and leaned over as far as he dared. As he feared too far to jump down, and where would he go? He didn't even know where he was to begin with.
As if summoned by his hesitation black forms crawled from the rocky floor pulling themselves from the very shadows cast by the light above them. Turel knew of these creatures from his father's teachings. Grim spectres of lost hearts swimming through the darkness with ease. Turel's father told him that these creatures feared the keyblade and Turel was going to make sure they remembered why.
Withdrawing Glimpse of Righteousness with a flash of light he held it aloft towards the quivering shadows as the stood eyeing him as prey.
"You will pay for every heart you have stolen into the dark! Gaze upon my blade and tremble as I name thy Heartless!"
As his final word fell from the air Turel charged towards the creatures. Wielding his keyblade with ease Turel lashed at the creatures repeatedly. The feral animal like shadows twitched their antennae and lunged felled by the light of each swing of Glimpse of Righteousness.
Turel stood triumphantly as the heartless dissipated their darkness dissolved by Turel's impressive command of light. However his celebration was short lived as from behind a noise caught his attention. He barely had time to turn and parry the strike of an overall larger form of heartless. This one stood 4 foot tall humanoid in appearance and held a dark blue blade in his claws. Wings protruded from its back and it hovered above the ground.
Turel hopped back the heartless's attack failing to hit its mark. He readied his key and quieted himself and concentrated remembering yet another lesson from his father Turel pointed the key towards the creature and shouted.
As he swung his blade again a bright light erupted from the tip a wave of pure force and power that it cleaved the heartless in two before it could react. Careful not to let his guard down again Turel surveyed his surrounding. Nothing more seemed to be appearing and so he relaxed a moment to catch his breath.
An explosion in the distance caught Turel by surprise. He turned to observe a large sphere of energy forming in the distance. At last a direction!
Turel saw the plateaued cliff next to his curved towards the ground in the direction he needed to head. He looked at the gap between the two cliffs and was confident he could jump it. With a flick of his wrist Turel de-materialised his bonded weapon and leaned down in a classic runners starting position. Taking a few deep breaths he charged towards the gap and leaped. Displacing a few rocks Turel landed on the second cliff breaking in a roll before getting the location of the explosion square in his view on the horizon and headed towards it.
(Lets get this started!)
The day had been won, at least by one perspective it was a victory. The air was dark, the smoke of destruction smothering all available light as a lone winged figure flue above the destruction.
Kaidron Withdraw his keyblade in a small flurry of wind as he reached it out long and called out to the heavens. A fragment of light fluttered from within the road and sped towards his key. Kaidron drew his keyblade high and brought it down on the light and it vanished, and he grinned.
Then from out of the chaos emerged a figure he knew, his keyblade unmistakeable. Kaidron stopped, still high above it all he called out to the figure.
"Good morning General Turel, I Didn't think..."
His sentence was cut short as the figure was no longer obscured by the smoke of the destruction he looked far younger than he had remembered.
"Is this a trick? Some sort of ghost from the past come to plague me?"
The figure raised his keyblade towards Kaidron and yelled out.
"I am the son of General Turel of the keyblade war. Your crimes will not be forgiven! I will hunt you down and make you pay for your actions here today!"
Kaidron laughed. He was definitely the generals son. Then he remembered his cause and became solemn once again in reply.
"And what of the sins of the past? Are they to be swept away?"
"What do you mean demon?"
"Your father orchestrated the death of all my people. Under his vain view of sacrifice and righteousness. All I am doing is reclaiming what was stolen from me."
The words caught Turel off guard, he had never heard anything like that from his father.
Kaidron not wishing to wait around used the moment to take his leave throwing his keyblade into the air he created a hole and flew through it into the facility of his next target.
Turel was shocked, a skill like that as simple as it may of appeared was all but lost except from classically trained keyblade master. This was indeed a man from his fathers past and he intended to get answers from him.
Before the hole Kaidron had created closed Turel used his acrobatics to jump from the flaming buildings throwing himself through the portal after Kaidron.
Yeah sorry I said I would wait for Glen to post his second character and he has been well... absent
Interesting characters, we'll be starting fairly soon so be ready to put them to use
Hope all you guys can handle two characters. Well I guess we'll just have to see when the story starts
Look on the rp section for the thread called tale of the Betrayed
Thanks for all your help I actually managed to write one. "Tale of the Betrayed" already uploaded
You didn't provide any info of appearance in the section but I can gather major details through the bio. Destiny's upbringing will resonate well with Kaidron's character and I anticipate interesting conversations between the two about the feelings of betrayal.
I expect nothing less from you welcome to the story ^.=.^
The Story starts at the end. The war for Kingdom Hearts is finally during to a dramatic close. The generals of Light keyblades in hand knew the war was lost, and yet they had one last ace up their sleeves. With the darkness at their gate and no way to fight it they sent fragments of light to rebuild the worlds after their impending destruction. That however wasn't enough. The flood of darkness would engulf everything, defences would need to be raised in order to protect the rebuilt worlds. However not enough light remained. A world would need to be sacrificed, its light would be used to create barriers to ward off the encroaching darkness. Warriors from every world were approached seeing who would be willing to sacrifice a light to the cause.
A solider by the name of Kaidron agreed to the sacrifice and gave up his world. Traverse Town would pick up the lost hearts from The Valley of Gales and house them. They’d lose their world but keep their lives.
Then all at once the worlds were gone. The darkness came and the lights went out. The sacrifice was successful as the light from the Valley faded walls were built and the darkness driven back.
Kaidron as a denizen of the Valley of Gales was required to survive to anchor the spell sacrificing his world. As the Darkness flooded over his heart slept as the grim work was done.
A whole year passed by and the worlds were returning to normal when Kaidron the last surviving classically trained keyblade master awoke from his slumber. His first stop was Traverse Town to check on his kind, his family and his friends. Only to find nothing there. The world that exists only to carry lost hearts was missing. That could only mean one thing, there were no lost hearts, and every heart was where it was meant to be.
Returning to the encampment Kaidron recovered notes from his old superiors finding that the light they requested wasn't just the world Valley of Gales but all its inhabitants. He had been tricked. He had been lied to by the people who he trusted most. Kaidron flew into a rage, he would recover his world and everyone he had lost no matter what. He could get back what was taken from him. Venture to the new separated worlds find their heart and take back the light that he was rightly owed. This would bring down the erected barriers causing the worlds to be defenceless to the darkness resulting in a flood they wouldn't easily survive. But what did Kaidron care? Why do these worlds get to exist when his was tricked away? He would have revenge on his generals and all the worlds in the realm of light would pay the price for his betrayal.
The first world to face his wrath was Ebony Falls, the home of his closest general. He stripped the light from its heart and left without a word as the darkness swept over ravaging the hearts of many. One warrior stood strong amongst the storm. A man named Turel descendent of the general himself and wielder of his key. Ignorant of the reasons why, seeing the destruction of his home he set on a personal mission. Gather warriors of his own to stop Kaidron’s wrath and save the worlds his father fought so hard to protect from the vengeful key hell bent of destroying the fragile balance.
1. Remember to limit yourself, I don't want a story of god like heros running around ending the story in a day.
2. No short responses. If your reply can't be considered a paragraph don't post it.
3. Be descriptive, not really a rule but we all wanna be able to picture what is happening.
4. You're allowed at most two characters but only if you can handle the workload of dealing with both personal storylines.
5. No taking control of someone else's character that's an obvious one.
Entering the fray:
Simply fill out the form adding pictures if you wish and I'll accept if I feel you are ready ^.=.^
World of Origin:
Home worlds status:
Keyblade Name: (Can include pic of keyblade if you have one) (Also allowed other weapons if you don't wanna weild the keyblade but you'll need to include your way of world jumping)
Character bio: (Keep it short just so we know the character better, don't wanna spill all the secrets before we start right?)
Name: Kaidron Blaze
Age: unknown due to time in stasis. (Physically 26)
World of Origin: Valley of Gales,
Home Worlds Status: Destroyed
Keyblade name: Winds of the Heart
Character appearance: Kaidron is an anthropomorphic dragonic humanoid. In place of scales Kaidron's body is covered in a thick white fur. His underbelly is a light yellow which extends all the way down to his dexterous tail. He possesses two large wings with a light blue membrane which can be used for extended periods of flight. Each one of his hands are capped with two large purple clawed fingers and a thumb.
His face is extended into a dragonic muzzle complete with sharp rows of teeth. With large deep blue eyes and 'frills' in place of ears identical in design to his wings. He also has two large spine like structures on his head extending from his forehead to the base of his skull which match his claws in colour. A short beard wraps around his chin also matching the colour of his claws. Whiskers also extend from his head much in the same way of traditional Asian dragons.
For clothing Kaidron only ever wears pants/trousers since a top would impede his wings. His pants normally consist of rather baggy looking cargo pants which are green in colour and a collar stripped with different colours.
Personality: Unpredictable and ruthless towards his goal, yet still with a strong moral compass.
Character Bio: (Mainly all covered in the starting story)
P.S: Kaidron still affiliates himself with the light despite being the stories main antagonist so he won't be all friendly with dark keys.
World of Origin: Ebony Falls
Home World Status: Destroyed
Keyblade name: Glimpse of Righteousness
Character Appearance: A tall man Turel has long tangled brown hair reaching past his shoulders. His body is well muscled due to years of training under his fathers teachings. Green eyes and small still Romanesque nose Square jawed face with a small scar under his right eye. He wears a version of his fathers robes featuring the crest of his home world (A black waterfall) which he was ripped into a shorter outfit and added a pair of dark brown pants to.
Personality: Traditional and very loyal though headstrong with a tendency only to see right and wrong as black and white.
Character Bio: Only son to the general Kaidron served under who spent all his life under the strict teachings of his father's military style life. His mother died while he was young and his father shortly before Kaidron awoke. Due to his abrasive personality he has made little connections on his own world and feels the weight of his fathers mistakes upon his shoulders feeling its his responsibility to sort things out.