Post by Tonaki on Feb 3, 2010 16:23:12 GMT -5
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Character's Name: Tonaki Ishida
Age: 19
Race: Human
Affiliation: Light
Class: Warrior—Wanderer
At Level: 1
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Physical Description:
Physique:
Tonaki stands at a respectable six feet in height, his weight maintaining an average build, though due to the constant stream of physically demanding events, has acted much like a rigorous workout schedule, allowing him to grow into his borrowed clothing, and his newly-attained “adult” status. His hair is cut quite short, and typically stands up in small grouping, closely resembling thorns, though this is a bit of a stretch. Its design is better described as rather messy. His eyes are an enchanting blue, standing out even against his complexion, having no serious tint to his skin tone. His facial features, much like his eyes, are distinct and easily noticeable as a part of his face. He, more often than not, has a decent amount of facial hair present, as he doesn’t shave all that often; though it has yet to be seen that he will allow it to grow out enough to become “full.”
Apparel:
His clothing usually consists of a somewhat tattered and frayed piece of cloth, still resembling the shirt it was originally intended to be, which he wears beneath an obviously pre-owned leather jacket, which he ‘ borrowed’ from one of the resident’s homes of Traverse Town on a chilly night. The jacket itself is pretty plain, with the buttons left undone, allowing viewing of that tattered, white shirt. His pants, unlike his jacket, were a gift from someone who he assisted during his first stent in Twilight Town. By this point they are no longer the baggy, new pants he had been so graciously given. They now fit well, showing no room for growth, and were somewhat faded, taking on a more charcoal-grey color. Over his hands Tonaki acquired a pair of gloves which had lost the fingers, either to generalized wear-and-tear, or perhaps even to the previous owner’s comfort. Whatever the reason, he became the owner of a pair of “ fingerless” gloves.
Personality:
Tonaki is a bit of a strange individual, though not without a category. Stereotypically speaking, Tonaki could be classified as one of those rough exterior-types, with a soft center. He is a rather cold person upon first exposure, and generally keeps to himself, using words sparingly. Now, he is no mute here, speaking when he feels it appropriate or necessary. Often times people interpret and attribute this to the personality types of serious and cynical. Why cynical? Because, you see, he can be somewhat rude and abrasive, mostly because he doesn’t quite pull his punches (so to speak), choosing instead to be blunt and straightforward, having no serious concern for how others may feel due to his truthful (though often rough) comments. In short: when first getting to know someone he doesn’t sugar-coat anything.
As one wears on Tonaki, getting past his rough exterior and truly gets to know him, a whole new side opens up. Among friends and others of the like, he has a lighter side. He can still be considered a bit rude, but his comments are more comical than simply blunt. He can rub some the wrong way with this tendency to make light, but for many they can say they enjoy his company, as much of the time he knows just how to turn situations, changing a possibly depressive situation into a far more light-hearted experience. He is still a somewhat daunting and serious figure, and can be a definite source of maturity. However he exposes his soft underbelly, his more comical and relational side, making it easier for people to connect with him on a personal level. However, it takes a truly close friend for Tonaki to open up on a full scale. His past, his deep (sometimes dark) thoughts, and the deep and most intrinsic parts are hidden away from most if not all those he knows. Much of this can be attributed to his past, his heart taking on natural disaster after natural disaster, without much time to recover in between. Like a war torn city, there are many parts of his heart which are greatly damaged, some to extents which are impossible to fix (to this point in time).
In battle, Tonaki is a very competitive fighter, not being one to surrender unless his intellect kicks in and he realizes he is in over his head. Aside from that, he is, as far as the word can define it, a fierce competitor, whether it be friendly or not. In the event that he is forced into a fight with someone who has threatened himself or one of his friend/companions, he can become ruthless. He is no less rational or aware (not giving in to his emotions) rather, the awakening of his protective instincts makes him quite the fighter, not toying with his enemies at any point (as he might otherwise do). Rather, he will be sure to make their defeat as quick and painful as he possibly can. Whether it be to save a life, or to simply send a message. Having already lost so many dear to him, he refuses to allow anyone else who takes up a place in his heart to be taken from him as well.
Weapon:
Tonaki’s sword doesn’t seem like much, being initially plain in appearance. Lightweight and simple, it is not one to strike fear into its opposition. Its blade medium width, dull grey in color, shows signs of use, of being not so well-polished. It sits atop a straight hilt, two pieces of charcoal-black iron which extend out in either direction. The hilt looks to have been fixed, as a welding mark is apparent between the hilt’s end and the beginning of the handle’s grip. The grip itself is simply white cloth, or tape, Tonaki himself is not quite sure. It is wrapped tightly around the dark handle, though it shows signs of wear as the strips have loosened and unraveled slightly at the bottom, giving it a sort of cat tail look. The butt of the blade holds a small, white crystal, having been imbedded within, shimmering, unlike the rest of the sword. There are no signs of rust, or cracks, the only one having been apparently welded back into place. However it is obvious to an onlooker that this blade is not necessarily one to awe the masses with complexity or design. Though there is another side to this blade which many do not see.
This sword of Tonaki’s may seem like a piece of junk, but there is a reason he protects it, a purpose behind his actions. His sword not only possesses sentimental value, it also possesses strength not visible from the outside. For you see, when Tonaki deems it necessary, his blade undergoes some slight modifications; a transformation if you prefer. Stemming from the jewel imbedded within the end of the handle, a flash of light will emerge. Upon fading, the changes in the blade become apparent. Most noticeably, the blade takes on a pearl hue, becoming a spotless white color, sparkling like a jewel. The hilt almost seems to be pulled apart; two slightly curled, claw-like extensions on each side replace the iron strip. On each side one is closest to the blade and is ‘curled’ towards the blade, the lower of the two bent down, towards the handle. The new hilt still retains the same charcoal black color. The sword’s handle appears much better kept, the cloth gripping not only holding tight to the dark handle, but losing all signs of wear-and-tear, and actually having a slight design to it. The white grip breaks in diamond-shaped gaps, where white stones identical to the single stone which is found on the blade’s basic form, now three on either wide face of the handle’s rectangular shape. Snaking its way up the center of the blade is a black line, moving either left or right only slightly, barely diverting from its otherwise straight path towards the tip. Jutting out from the sides of this design are either black or grey thorn-like designs, popping out at random points.
Only in his blade’s second form does Tonaki have access to the blade’s orb-forming ability. Conversely, he is able to use its teleportation technique in either form.
Magic Powers:
Lv 1
Tonaki’s powers spawn from his blade, having no magical abilities or the like on his own accord. When wielding his sword, Tonaki posses a few special abilities not physical in nature. One power, which was the first to make itself known to Tonaki, was his sword’s ability to move from place to place. In a flash of light, Tonaki can teleport, if you will, to other locations, near or far. At first, he had zero control of this ability, and he would randomly teleport around, sometimes ending him up in some bad situations; in essence, making him appear in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though, over time he began to attain some control over this ability, allowing him to sometimes control where he goes, sometimes. Still, Tonaki works to control this ability, hover fruitless it can sometimes seem.
Lv 1
A second ability this blade of his offers is the ability to fire energy-based projectiles from the sword, of either the light or dark persuasion. Though these orbs of energy can vary in size, he hardly controls what size the projectile is upon his request to use the ability. All he knows is that some size of energy will be released from the tip of the blade. This can obviously cause problems as the orbs can range from the size of a marble, to that of a boulder, again, almost seeming random. Which, for the most part it is, being the choice of the blade which size is used. Though, it also has to do with his energy levels, the more exhausted he is, the smaller the projectiles tend to be, as they take energy from him in order to form. Both types of orbs detonate, for lack of a better term, upon contact with any solid object; and if they are sent at a being of the opposite affinity, they can become somewhat “heat seeking,” following after such a target until they hit something.
Each type of orb has its own possible detriment to its target. The orbs of light can shock as if they were electricity, they can also temporarily paralyze a being of darkness, or just explode as if it were some sort of bomb, this effect is often accompanied by a flash of light which, if it goes off too close to its victim can be temporarily blinding. The size and intensity of the flash is dependent on the size of the orb. The orbs of darkness can release a somewhat thin, almost invisible layer of smoke which makes breathing difficult for any, though this dissipates within a few seconds to a minute, depending on the orb’s size; these orbs can also cause beings of the light affinity to feel somewhat drained, essentially exhausting them, though it takes a large orb to be entirely effective, as the smaller ones do not absorb enough energy. Just as the light orbs can, these dark orbs too can explode as a bomb would. Though, the dark orbs release a strange blanket of darkness which makes vision impossible in that area, the bigger the orbs, the larger an area is covered. This substance will only linger for about forty-five seconds or so.
These are not the only abilities that his sword commands, though these are the only two he has discovered to this point, and have still yet to master these, often not getting the desired effect from them. Having no clue how to actually train these abilities, he assumed that simple repetition would be effective, though that is not necessarily the case.
Home World:
*Unnamed World* (I don’t really have any specific name in mind. Since it was destroyed I deemed it unimportant.)
History:
Tonaki’s life began in a rather pedestrian manner, much like a majority of the youth in his town. He was born to two loving parents, whom he quickly began to resemble. His blue-hued crystals, which some called eyes, were a gift from his caring father; while his sun-bleached hair was attributed to his beautiful mother, her own locks a flowing gold. He was raised in a usual, single-child, household, and none found anything peculiar about his situation. His father worked in the factories which sat on the other side of the rolling hills of green that backed up to his cozy town, which itself was nestled there between the hills and the ocean. Tonaki could remember the strong smell of salt in the air as the wind flew softly through the town, on its way to the hills, whereupon its arrival would be dispersed over the greenery. It was a quaint little town, housing only about a thousand residents, spread out over the landscape; though that distance did not prevent each from knowing the rest. Like a tight-knit community, they all knew each other, and as was customary in small communities, word traveled as quickly as the speed of sound would carry it.
This was a peaceful life for Tonaki, much of his days were so very generic. Between school, play, and home, his days were full to the point of bursting. At a young age Tonaki was quick to befriend the other children, earning him the description, “friendly.” At the young age of six Tonaki already ran out of digits on which to count those he called friends. They would do a lot together, participate in some good, old-fashioned, sandlot soft toss; those exaggerated excursions into the hills; and even the ridiculous competitions between the most competitive of the men (boys). Soon, though, these competitions and the like changed their focus from hollow feelings of victory and superiority, to the race to catch the eye of the town’s girls, as the aging boys found that they were being drawn by some subconscious, overwhelmingly-powerful feelings of which they had no explanation. Tonaki was no exception. He, like all the others, found himself working towards the goal of gaining attention from those strange and mysterious creatures known as females.
This stage, unfortunately, did not last long for Tonaki, as he found himself in a terribly depressing situation shortly after his tenth birthday. Not three weeks after Tonaki entered into the double digits, he came home one rather sunny afternoon to discover that something was amiss. His mother (may she rest in peace) was in a strange state that might have been called distraught. (Allow me to backtrack a little, to explain what had been going on to that point)…
Just two days following Tonaki’s birthday his father announced to the family that he would be departing on a small trip, though the context of said trip were not divulged at the time. All that Tonaki and his mother (supposedly) knew was that his father and three other men were to be leaving on this so-called “trip”, immediately.
A confused young man, Tonaki was sat down and, in a matter of three minutes, was stripped of his youthful bliss and innocence. You see, his mother proceeded to explain to Tonaki that his father’s group had turned up in the hills, and each was dead, with odd claw marks which did not resemble any known animals to their town. In such a state of shock, Tonaki missed, at the time, the ray of hope (however twisted) that his father might be alive, as his body was the one not to turn up. Though he was still held in the dark as to the true purpose of that excursion his father embarked on, he knew enough to put a truly horrific damper on his soul for what would seem like an eternity (about three years).
After two years had passed with no improvement Tonaki’s mother began to grown concerned for her child, now twelve and in quite a state of depression and solitude. Almost misinterpreted as being cold, his eyes seemed iced over, and his facial features frozen, masking the entirety of his emotions, making it appear as if he truly had become heartless and cold. Many of his friends had given up on him, on bringing him out from under his rock. Each had given it their best shot, and each had been met with frustration and a cold shoulder. Even his two closest companions, his closest friend and his crush (so to speak), had their efforts meet the same fate; the only difference being that the two of them had yet to truly give up on their friend. With hope becoming sparse, his mother called upon an old friend of the family, and Tonaki’s godfather, Lucious, more widely known as “Luc.” This young man was not long out of his teens at the time, but was touted for intelligence and insight beyond his years. Their first few meetings were on forced terms, with Tonaki’s mother begging Luc to speak with her son, and the distressed and broken kid being dragged, quite literally, into the room each time. For much of these early encounters, Luc simply talked as if he were speaking to the wall, the boy nothing more than a transparent apparition, nonexistent as he simply listened to the insightful words of the man. This went on in quite the predictable cycle for months before a sudden breakthrough occurred.
During one of Luc’s routine visits, that seemed no more special than the others before it. It was a strange day, that day, clouds hovering so very close in the sky, dark, full to the point of bursting with moisture, yet refused to share any of their hoards with the dry earth below, to that point. As the two met in their customary meeting room, which was the home’s living room, Luc settled in for another session of talking to that inanimate object in the chair across from him. However, he was hit in the back suddenly when he picked up on a quiet murmur coming from the young man, whose body was, otherwise, solitary. When he asked for the young man to repeat himself, he crossed his fingers in anticipation.
“Thank…you…”
In a normal situation, this would have been far less exciting. But, given the circumstances under which this had come, Luc was speechless. There was no glint of hope to twinkle in a single eye, no; it was more like a blazing fire in both eyes. He had to restrain himself, lest he leap from his chair. That alone should convey just how excited Luc was to hear even the smallest form of breakthrough. It would slowly begin to build from there; from a single phrase, to full sentences, and finally complete conversations. Shortly before his thirteenth birthday, Tonaki was ready to let go and move on in his life, and it was due to the efforts of, mainly, his friend and mentor, Luc. On his thirteenth birthday, for the first time in nearly three years, Luc had a birthday party, the children of the town all more than willing to attend, each still missing that social goofball they had come to know. Though some were quite skeptical of their friend’s supposed recovery, all doubts were put to rest as the day wore on, Tonaki appearing to be completely back to normal, as if the events of those years ago had never transpired.
Unfortunately, both Tonaki and Luc knew that this was not the entirety of the situation. Yes, Tonaki was in a far superior state of mind to only a month ago, but he was not quite back up to par, though he was able to put on quite the convincing act, to alleviate the worry of the others, if nothing else. With the blinders now removed from his eyes, Tonaki’s tunnel vision was cured, and he was able to see that he was not the only one suffering. His mother, who lost not only her husband, but her beloved brother as well, as he was a part of the party which was mysteriously attacked, was in a state near as bad as himself, though she had managed to appear strong, to appear collected, for the sake of her son. Seeing this now tugged at Tonaki, making him feel quite guilty, knowing how he had wallowed in self-pity and depression for so long without bothering to look around at the other effects of the aftershock of the horrible discovery. He became determined to play the role of the man in the family, the spot having been vacated to that point. He was truly maturing. It took some time for him to learn to balance the many plates he now held in his arms, but his efforts were anything but fruitless. Though it was forced, Tonaki became quite the mature young adult, though not to forget his fun-loving side.
This, however, would not last for very long. Before he managed to make it another year, tragedy reared its ugly head once more. As the weather turned frigid and he sky grew dark, Tonaki was faced with the second great tragedy of his life. His mother had grown ill. No one could figure out what it was which ailed his mother, and because of that, she was quick for the grave. Some may have looked positively and stated that at least she did not have to suffer. But Tonaki didn’t see it that way, how could he? Though this was as bad as the last, he managed to keep his wits about him this time, mourning but not spiraling into a depressive state again. He had grown up, and had thus grown to understand that such a reaction was unwarranted. Now living alone, at the age of fourteen, Tonaki found immense comfort in his friends, and his frequent discussions with Luc, who had grown to be just like his older brother. Now, being a teenager, hormones raging as much as the next guy, Tonaki found himself strangely drawn to the girl who had before been his childhood friend and crush. Since his recovery they had rekindled their friendship and it had progressed as if it had never broken apart. By this point, however, Tonaki could feel something strange bubble up inside of him like a can of soda being shaken violently. He never allowed himself to show that uneasiness around her, as he figured it would seem odd, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. That could not have been farther from the truth.
He was trapped in one of those states of indecision, knowing full well how he felt, but, being unaware of her point of view, shied away from divulging any life-changing secret such as that, lest it backfire. So he lived in silence on the subject, not even noticing those subtle, female hints which might have given him a clue (like most guys, I suppose). So, this existence in limbo of their relationship continued for quite some time. That is, until the third wheel had enough. The third of the three musketeers could no longer stand to see the two of them skirting around the reality which was apparent to the two of them only in fragments, whereas the rest of the world could very clearly see the whole picture. So, like the good friend he was, this young man sat his friend down one night, and decided he needed to be blunt with him. Matthew proceeded to lay everything out with such certainty and sense that even a monkey (with brain damage) could have understood and accepted what he was saying; so Tonaki, being slightly more intelligent than a monkey (one would hope), had his eyes opened that night. With a renewed confidence and a determined state of mind, Tonaki was ready to lay himself on the line (so to speak), and see just where that would get him. Unfortunately, he would not quite get that chance.
The next day the sky was darker than it had ever been, it almost seemed, one might think, that it was even darker than the night’s sky. And this was in the early afternoon. This eerie darkness affected the entire town. People were all standing on their porches and looking up into the desolate sky. Tonaki, however, was not detoured, at least not at this point. He headed to the girl’s house, only to be turned away by her parents, only half-paying attention to his inquiry, simply informing him that she had gone down to the park to play with a couple of her friends. So, of course, Tonaki sprinted (not ran, nor jogged) down the dirt path towards the park. As he arrived, nearly out of breath, he was greeted by the same lack of attention, the three girls present there all with the same, heavenward stares of awe and curiosity. Well, by this time, Tonaki managed to be distracted, he too now looking into the abyss that had swallowed up the sky. Not long afterwards, strange cosmic anomalies began to descend from the dark sky, crashing violently into the peaceful landscape. With shrieks and cries the three girls proceeded to run, allowing for the female to collide head-on with Tonaki. Knowing now was not the time to say much, Tonaki instinctively took the girl’s hand, and they headed back towards the town, as if there might have been some refuge to be had there.
Soon the mysterious UFO’s (Unidentified Falling Objects) began to multiply and seemed to be bombarding the town like some sort of war-time bombing. Houses, streets, stores, trees, shrubs, nothing was safe, all was being decimated by the strange and dangerous…orbs were they? Tonaki did not have time to stop and examine the objects as soon there were strange things emerging from these craters, creatures of unknown origin and species, each about as dark as the sky, with piercing, yellow orbs placed somewhere around what seemed like a facial region. This new development would begin to drive the town into chaos. A few brave souls acknowledged the immediate danger and attempted to take a stand, but their efforts were fruitless. Their attacks only seemed to push the creatures back, never once laying the blow of death on a single one. Tonaki, still gripping the young woman’s hand, made his way to the hills, leading her along behind him. There wasn’t much to be said, aside from the occasional gasp for breath or of fright or astonishment. No breath could be spared otherwise. As they ascended the dying hills the two slowed their pace. They reached the top and stood to look at the destruction below. All was beginning to seem hopeless. Nothing made sense, nor was anything clear. All that the two knew was that their world was not long for existence at that point.
Suddenly, and without warning, a single projectile crashed behind them, and there was an immediate eruption of those cursed creatures. With a jump the two looked for a way to escape, however none seemed possible. As they peered at the ground Tonaki now noticed that they appeared to be standing in some sort of tar pit. Unable to move his feet, Tonaki turned, exchanging hopeless and longing looks with the girl who, only hours ago, was the one to whom he was going to confess his feelings. Well, needless to say it wasn’t going to happen now. Soon Tonaki could feel the pressure of the strange pit creep up his legs, telling him that he was being dragged down into its depths. He did not break his gaze from the girl’s face as the two were simultaneously pulled down by the force of the pit. As their heads were the last remaining above the ground, he could only manage to get off one, last sentiment.
“Good-bye.”
Now encased in darkness, Tonaki could not see, nor do anything. This darkness was a different kind of darkness, similar to what he had seen back on his home—or was he still there? He couldn’t tell. All he knew was that he now lay suspended in darkness, a tangible, suffocating, constricting darkness. For a time he simply existed there in that darkness, almost indifferent as to whether or not he would ever get out. Suddenly there was a rather bright glow which broke the darkness in that realm. He had to shield his eyes, having grown accustomed to the lack of light, only to feel the warmth of the light. He could sense the feeling grow stronger, perhaps indicating that he was nearing the source, or that the source was nearing him? Either way, it was a feeling more of comfort than of sheer warmth of temperature. He felt a foreign object make contact with his skin, and in moments he felt as if something had changed. He opened his eyes to find himself…freefalling! With a gasp he closed his eyes and arbitrarily braced his arms over his face, expecting to feel the sting of the ground below very shortly. Instead, he could see a flash of light, through the cracks in his arms, and suddenly he felt the solidity of the ground beneath his feet.
Completely dumbfounded as to the events of the past few hours, Tonaki wandered the streets of this strange place, a town no doubt, but alien to him in every which way. He stayed in this place for a few days, sleeping on boxes in the alleyways, and avoiding those strange creatures that seemed to be in this new place, just as they were in his own. Did they follow him? Or did he follow them? Tonaki couldn’t be sure, but at the time, he didn’t really care. After one rather restless night Tonaki awoke to a somewhat misplaced weight present in his hand. As he lifted his arm up to examine the source, he discovered a somewhat old sword had fallen into his grasp (literally). With confusion, but not rejection, Tonaki decided he would not pass on this strange gift which…oddly enough, seemed somewhat familiar. It would take him a couple of days of studying before he would figure it out. This was his father’s sword! At the moment he discovered this he could only stare at this amplifier of his confusion of the entire situation. Tonaki attempted to shake off these thoughts and curiosities, knowing by now that he had to stay on his toes if he wished not to be jumped by those creatures, or yet other undesirable characters who took up residence in this town. A refugee town by the look of it; with people of all different appearances, clothing, etc. Something like a mismatched town.
He survived off stolen food and alleyway box-beds for a few weeks before running into a man who made everything quite clear for him, putting it in perspective (if you will). This man was obviously learnt, and had plenty of experience with the dark creatures, so dubbed “Heartless.” He learned that these creatures swarmed to hearts, of people and worlds alike, and basically devoured them, leaving the bodies hollow, and the darkness to form into another one of them, adding to their number. Though he knew so much, this man was not able to explain to the young man of fifteen just what the meaning was of the sword which had found its way into his possession. But for whatever reason it, unlike most weapons, was quite useful against the creatures of darkness. After a time Tonaki began to discover that this blade of his was more than just a hunk of metal. It almost seemed alive. He never had conversations with it, by any means, but there was always a sense of comfort, of the presence of another, whenever he touched the blade. It was a calming influence on him, and allowed him to keep a level head, in amidst the most stressful situations. This, of course, only assisted him in battle. Time passed, and for a while Tonaki lived there in that town, staying wherever he could find room, and working to get some food each day. Things became rather routine for a time, before the day he discovered his sword could do more than just slash and slice.
On a rather chilly morning in this town he came to know as Traverse Town, Tonaki was simply strolling through the quiet streets, most people still asleep in their beds at the time. His sword was strapped to his back, in the sheath he had fashioned during his stay there. Without warning there was a blinding flash of light, the origins of which seemed so very close to him, yet he could not identify the source before it had already faded. Forcing his eyes shut, Tonaki waited out the flash. As it faded he opened his eyes, only to be met with an astonishing sight. He was no longer in Traverse Town. He had somehow ended up somewhere else due, he assumed, to the strange flash of light only moments before. What the hell had just happened? –That was all he could keep saying, like a broken record. His body refused to move as he was forced to examine his new surroundings from a stationary position, scanning the nearby area of the unusual place.
This would continue for quite some time, Tonaki hopping from world to world as the flash decided it was time. Oddly enough, he soon discovered that his sword was the source of the sporadic transportation. As the years went on he learned to refine his skills, and even discovered a few new abilities along the way, including a strange morphing of his blade into something more along the lines of fantasy. He became a wanderer, not truly having a purpose, though in the back of his mind he was always searching, for anyone who might have survived as he did, however low the chances may have been.
Family: Past or Present Relations:
• Asao Ishida: (Father) *Status Unknown – Presumed Deceased*
• Rose Ishida: (Mother) *Deceased*
• Lucious Solheim: (Close Friend – Mentor) *Status Unknown*
• Matthew Wray: (Best Friend) *Status Unknown*
• Noah Quinn: (Uncle) *Deceased*
Role-playing Sample:
"Hm, never thought I'd be back here again," came the words from a figure as he wandered through the streets of the World that Never Was.
As he walked he watched the dark, damp streets as they passed. Slung over his back, covered by a sheath was a sword. This sword was no ordinary sword, it possessed the powers of his heart, of both light and darkness, unfortunately at this moment in time it was only an ordinary sword. For you see, this boy was not the first wielder of this blade, it was given to him by his father, and had before been passed through his family line. And, unfortunately for this boy, he did not yet understand the true power of his sword; although some things he had been taught, others remained out of his grasp, for now. The boy lifted his head to the sky, his ocean blue eyes catching a glimpse of a far off star. He paused for a moment in complete silence, before raising his gloved hand up to the handle of his sword. His head dropped and his eyes scanned his surroundings. With great speed and force he pulled the blade from its sheath, slashing through the body of a Neoshadow. Knowing more would follow the boy took off in a sprint, the sword still gripped in his hand; his dirty blonde hair blowing in the wind as he ran.
He stopped abruptly just before an open square, eyes appearing from the ground and slowly rising up to form countless Shadows and Neoshadows. One jolted at him, clinging to his black zip up vest, tearing the zipper in the front and nearly pulling it off. He swung around quickly, throwing the Shadow back into a wall, where it immediately disappeared in a puff of purple and black smoke that vanished as fast as the shadow had. He stood there, sword in the air, surrounded by a hoard of Heartless. His other hand rose to touch the blade of his sword, and when he did it began to glow. When the light faded he now held two swords, almost identical to each other, except one was as black as the night, the blade a dark shade of grey, a dark-feathered wing shooting up the side of the blade and stopping in a point at the top of the blade, the hilt now comprised of two wings similar to the one on the one side of the blade, both wings smaller in size and protruding from the point where the handle and the blade met. And in his other hand existed a blade almost identical to the other, except this one was colored a pearl-white, the blade a shimmering silver. Around his neck now, appeared a necklace, and on the end existed two pieces, one a white angel wing, and the other a black wing. They clanked against each other and bounced off his white shirt as he moved.
He proceeded to avoid swipes and dish out a good number of his own. He felt a sharp pain in his leg at one moment and looked to see a Shadow clinging to his left almost for dear life, its claws extending through the leg of his black pants, and into his skin. He lifted his leg and slammed the Shadow into another, convincing it to release its hold, freeing his leg. He looked around him at the ever-increasing number of Heartless. His body was already being overrun by fatigue, the journey here had taken more than he had expected. Seeing the fact that in his condition he could not win he shot up into the air, attempting to land beyond the crowd, giving him a chance to escape.
(P.s.
Just a note on the role playing sample. It was from my original profile which I made almost two years ago, so the skills portrayed might be a tad out of date. If you would like me to update it with a more current example, I'd be glad to.)
