In a strict world cruelly supervised by the ever-expanding Organisition 13, in a time of mimicing heroes that fail and wish to mount up to the famous heroes of light, icey fear washes away any concern of shallow poverty, people's hearts are still fighting. Some let the spite and darkness corrupt them in a notion of superioty, but it's only the strong that keep themselves from turning into the forbidden. The deamons that no man dare speak in vain of summoning these evil beings. There are lands that prosper and flourish under the direction of the Organisation- technology is peaking at its very finest. There are some towns, how-ever, that are cascading into a foul cess pool of crime and hatred...Really, it all depends on the member ruling over that region. For the developing towns, they are poorly because their royalty is inexperienced, insane, or insensitive to the cries of their struggling citizens. The ruler of this sinking town situated closely to the mountains in the East was a strong-jawed man of the name Xaldin. He was no puppeteer, but he did possess a basic understanding of mentality and a person's body-English. The town was a dreary old place where caution seeped from each corner, although it had its share of decent homes and public gardens. The shops there did well for themselves, even if buying supplies from other towns could be a bit of a problem. One place that sadly excelled was the local drug-den, of sorts, and if that foul little building on the brief out-skirts of town would vanish all of a sudden (and its horrible owners with it), then perhaps this town's men would spend more time with their families instead of drunk, high, gambling or fondling some pouting whore with painted lips and cat-like eyes. Inside such a gray, prison-like building was the stunned Ash Sparrow. Ash Sparrow, unable to afford a decent house and finding it difficult to find am man to sponge off of, travelled to this town in hopes of a job and a shelter. No, what she encountered was a rough group of drug-dealing pimps who happened to know of her deceased father's past, and the fact that he knew how to manufactor the increasingly rare key-blades, even the gun-blades if he was in a cheerful mood. "...Evenin'?" A sweet voice confusedly chirped to the thriving business establishment she had woke up. All manners of people screamed bargains inside this large place, and she seen swaggering males viewing a pit with dark-furred dogs pouncing and murdering vermin; their howls were the things that had woken her. All sorts of nasty things went on inside here...If anything, it was like a fair-ground for those of sick taste. Tiny Sparrow could not remember a thing, certainly not the thick-bodied lad dragging her to her bare feet. Seventeen year old Sparrow's childish, heart-shaped face twisted into innocent confusion, and a silky strand of dark brown hair cascaded infront of her vision. That mingled smell of stale alcohol and cheap perfume was numbing, to say the least. "You're Sparrow, aren't you? Jacob's girl...Yes, you look just like his wife...And she was just a stunner, really." The man's tongue flickered across thin lips, and Ash's slender eyebrow raised. His grip on her shoulder, once helpful, was tightening slowly. "I'll get to the point quickly; I know what he did for a living, and I wish to follow his example...Except, you'll do that for me." Sparrow blinked furiously; how did this man know of her father's work? Furthermore, just why was he under the influence that Ash would know how to make such items? "Wait...Wait, I know you. You're the kinda...Partner of the owner of this joint, right?" nervous doubt laced her words as he eagerly scrunitized her. A simple nod, and she was forced to walk along side him- and he gently explained that, should Ash not find out how to replicate her father's weapons, then bad, bad things would happen that the law could not halt. The clumsy smile from her full lips dispersed, and as the tall man happily walked away to report to his superiors, Sparrow gazed dejectedly towards the crowd that was scurrying around her. "I'm gonna die...D'aw, crap!" Her tiny foot stamped irritatedly, and the petite lass fiddled nervously with her goggles.
I wa thinking of getting the Chain Of Memories game, so I looked up a video on Youtube...Then I noticed the card thing. Kind of off-putting...Does the game's combat now purely revolve around silly little card thingies, or is that just a special boss fight thingy ma jig?
Hi, can anyone put this siggy into a suitable size that'd fit? Cause..I have no idea how to do it myself..xD http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee98/Ashfire45/AshSig.jpg
(Open to any and everyone, btw..The first part is just the kinda basic history, but we can make one -awesome- rp if enough people join. ^-^) As if having the 'Nobodies' under their thumb wasn't enough, the shadowlings...Heartless played servant to the organisation as well. The heroes- or so the legends said- were most swiftly cast aside by...Well, by the thirteen of them..Sired from death once more, Kingdom Hearts was lost to the evil that overwhelmed them. Sora..Or was it Roxas...He was never -meant- to wield such power, nor to bear the world on his young shoulders. Although...Could the worlds really be saved by Riku, if he was so willingly lead into the darkness by the wtch? The cryptic legend had been spewed fourth by some of the more..Charismatic Nobodies quite a few times, withering away any dire hope this city had of being free. The people's hearts had grown weak, the blood-line of skilled key-bladers becoming shallow. "..Sora...Riku...Kairi..." Whispered many in prayer for their beloved deitys, once mighty and swift, to come back and free them from the organisation. How-ever, how could 'Gods' be brought back from the other world if there wasn't a current God to cast his or her aid? The organisation would have them believe that -they- were the Gods of light and shadow...And sadly, some believed, some were naively thrown into the state of mind that they were dealing with immortal souls. As if...Their once-grand city had grown corrupt, the Nobodies and shadow-servants causing the city to succumb to pityful ruins. How-ever, the strong and lucky survived...Ash Sparrow being the latter. 5'0" Sparrow's parents and disturbed brother had been..Converted to the Nobodies, as an alarming number of people had found ways of dealing with them; segments of key-blades had been formed together into weapons, even some into the desired 'Gun-blades', and so their numbers decreased rapidly. Until pyro Axel was sent to the home of the inventors of such things....Jacob and Aleesha Sparrow- even their son- fought determindly to defend their youngest from the Organisation member, although all of them perished in flames...Well, albeit Ash. Axel had been known for being a...Kinder Nobody, and so the thought of this two-year-old's blood spillt on his behalf..It wouldn't be allowed. The fifteen year old sadly all too much of her family's death; something that mentally scarred her to this very day...Which, in turn, caused an extreme fear of fire. But still, the writer of this rambles; our tale begins here. The unattractively scrawny lass sprinted through the rubble, bare-feet clashing irritabley against the hard ground. "Crap, crap, crap..." The almost comical voice's accent was..Odd, to say the least; something that sounded very akin to a New Jersey accent. Now, a good four or five segments of -a- key-blade, she couldn't quite tell which, had (apparently) been found by some cluelessly meandering Heartless...If she could get her hands on them, Sparrow could use her father's blue-prints to make her own key-blade! Something she'd..Badly need if she wanted to survive. The girl's goggles, resting upon her forehead, glinted the firey reflection of the above sun, the young woman wearing a black, sleeveless shirt with baggy trousers...Right, If any other volunteers came her way, looking for the segments...She had seen -nothing-! But..Perhaps it'd be usefull to have a few helping hands in this search..The restoration commitee were always getting in her way, taking segments off her for a 'better cause'...But not today! Ash could feel it in her weak bone that this would go -smoothly-. Unique, large eyes of mischievous aquatic furiously scanned the path way she was legging it along, suspicious incase any of the shadowlings came by...Then that'd mean the nobodies were lingering, and she'd have to go to yet -another- segment of the ruined city to find these damnable segments. Dark-brown, shoulder-length hair was casually flickered away from a heart-shaped, childish face as she ran, determined and yet...Oh so frightened...
Hiya from Scotland! KH fan here for rping and to generally discuss Riku's awesomeness. :D Well, there's rping here..So I'll probably be on this board quite a lot. ^-^
