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I'll reserve this space for my char sheet if that's ok Serp

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Name: Magar Kharn

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Personality: Magar is harsh and unforgiving, an aspect easily traced back to his earlier life and one that often seems to characterise him. Despite this he does not dwell on the past, he is the kind who lives in the present, but with thought for the future. He is one for quick, snap decisions and won't wait around for anyone. He almost resents the Keybearers role in the universe, but accepts that perhaps he was given his abilities for a higher purpose and so, perhaps a little reluctantly, he uses them to protect the innocent, though he is willing to let them die should he believe it neccessary.

Description: Magar isn't a large warrior, at only 5'9 he stands shorter than many, not that this stops him. He is thin, almost to the point of starvation, testimony to his earlier life, but his lithe form hides devastating speed. His hair is black, cropped short and he always manages to find time to keep it spiked. His arms, torso, neck and face are covered in clan tattoos, the most notable being the long dragon that finishes with his eye as the dragon's. His eyes are a result of elective cosmetic surgery, a deep red, with no visible iris and that seem to glow when he is gripped by powerful emotions.

He usually wears form fitting, resilient clothing in dark grey. Although he'll usually wear sleevless tops, revealing the full extent of his clan and gang tattoos. His armour is similar, but not entirely lacking in protection he wears a breastplate with incorporated shoulder pauldrons, as well as bracers on his forearms, these are matched by the greaves below his knees, all of the armour is a uniform matte-black, with the exception of the trim around the edges of each piece, which is a dull silver.

Armour Class: Medium Armour

Background: Magar was born low down in the hierarchy of the techno-paradise Alluvium. As such he saw little of the paradise above, fighting and surviving in the dark ganglands below. His parents brought him up to look after himself and he became proficient at it, more than one low-life mugger left with a bloodied nose, or worse when they tried to take advantage of the young Kharn.

It wasn't long before he began to be drawn ever deeper into the dark underworld of Alluvium, joining the gangs, he became a drug runner for the Allato cats, controllers of a large portion of the undercity. Eventually he began to take some himself, as most gang members did. Unfortunately he was caught, they tried to kill him for taking part of the deliveries for his own use, but they were just as high as he was and he escaped, barely.

He moved and joined another gang, this time as an enforcer, he wasn't big like most of the muscle grafted brutes but that just gave him an edge and aided his rise through the hierarchy. Not that he was content to stop there, he quickly became a lieutenant, before making his bid for leadership.

They were to fight in the traditional manner of the ancient clans of their world. Each was given a single long spear, a long sword shaped blade at one end, a sharpened point at the other. Magar advanced cautiously, making opening feints with the bladed end of his spear, before realising that the gang boss was content to wait him out. As soon as it dawne on him, he attacked, jabbing and sweeping the spear in functional, if inelegant movements. But the gang leader was better, deflecting each blow with effortless ease, showing Magar just how badly he was outclassed.

Until a sound like thunder struck the sky. On any other planet this would be perfectly normal, but advanced as Alluvium was, they had developed control over their own weather system. A sound like that was unheard of for nearly a century. Everyone was distracted, but Magar wouldn't allow himself to be drawn away from his task and his spear lanced out into his opponent's belly.

Knowing he had only a moment before the enclave disintegrated into chaos magar called out, claiming that the sound had been a sign of his favour. Challenging any who would to face him. None did, shaken as they were.

But soon, in the dark heart of Alluvium they learned what had happened in the airy palaces above. The elders had fallen and now a dark being reigned from their palace. It wasn't long before the lower levels began to feel his touch, hordes of dark shadowy beings flooding into habs and working districts as his reach grew ever longer. But the clans were not going to suffer this, they fought back, hordes of gangers emerged from seemingly deserted sectors, slowly, they began to push back the shadow, beginning to reclaim the surface of their world.

But the power at the heart of the corruption was content to wait, to allow them to reach the very boundaries of his palace, before he struck. Ancient war traditions, remembered only by the clans over the centuries, were forgotten again in the face of his fury. As a gang leader Magar occupied a position at the forfront of the Alluvian forces, but as reports from the other forces ceased, each leader annihilated systematically, he knew he was next.

And so he was, a dark, shadowy figure confronted him, a long curved sword held in one hand. He attacked without warning and it was all Magar could do to stop his first three strikes, after those three his spear broke, cleft in twain by the force of his enemy. He cocked his head, and spoke, a voice that belonged not to one, but many, like the wind howling through a canyon, "strange, the others did not last nearly so long, but it is of no consequence." With that he raised his sword to strike, and Magar closed his eyes. But no death blow was forthcoming, he felt his wrist jolt, and opened his eyes. A long spear had appeared in his hands and stopped the blow.

The dark figure stumbled back, snarling, "no matter, I have slain keybearers before." He made to step forward, then vanished in an explosion of light. Magar was blown backwards, tumbling head over heels before finally coming to rest on his back, spear still clutched in his hand. Five figures, each bearing swords descended, the shadowy despoiler of Alluvium was surrounded by them and they advanced, slowly, inexorably, the fight hurt the eyes, energy escaping from blasts and blades moving to fast to follow.

Before long the five separated, nothing remained of their enemy but that curved blade, dark and evil looking in the centre of a scorched circle. One of them approached Magar and explained about the keyblades, the keybearers and the temples. Magar had no choice but to follow.

After a few months Magar could draw the blade from his soul on command, his fighting style had developed as his master trained him in the use of his Keyblade. It was not long before he was faced with a choice, responding to some call in his soul he chose the Dark path.

Keyblade: Magar's keyblade, Hellebore, is a long spear with a black haft. The blade resembles that of a sword and allows the bearer to cut and lunge with the weapon.

Magar's fighting style is built on that of his weapon, utilising long sweeps of the blade and swift lunges. As such it is most suited to fighting multiple opponents at once, the whirling, mobile fighting style ensuring that the user is never pinned in place long enough for them to take advantage of it's weaknesses. As such he is less effective against single opponents, although he often has longer reach than his opponent due to the extra length of the spear and can deal powerful blows due to it's momentum and weight. However, the size of the weapon and the unusual fighting style means he is at his most effective when fighting several enemies.

Temple of Darkness:
Vortex of Shadows:
The Keybearer unlocks a portal to the Realm of Darkness, which sucks any and all nearby into whatever grim fate may await them there. Though it holds no true peril for the Heartless, it is an effective means of quickly banishing them from the Realm of Light. The drawbacks however, are dire. No means of control exists, meaning even allies and the caster himself can succumb. Further, if control of the vortex is lost, it can actually allow more denizens of the dark to manifest.

Dark Aura:
The Keybearer focuses his hate and rage into a series of quick blasts of dark energy. These can be directed to a single target or dispersed across numerous foes. Each blast does small damage, but this technique is easy to use at a moments notice and easy to incorporate into sword combos. It is a favourite of beginners and veterans alike, but becomes of limited use against more resilient enemies.

Warrior Path:
Fever Pitch:
Inducing himself with a rush of magic fuelled adrenalin, the Keybearer becomes a blur of flickering motion too fast for eyes to track. He unleashes a flurry of blows upon his opponent from seemingly all sides at once. Though this ability is definitely useful, it quickly exhausts stamina and thus cannot be overused.

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Arguably the keyblade’s most powerful ability is to release captive hearts and scatter them to the dark. However, with the right mindset and enough strength, a Keybearer can also release the heart and soul from a still living being, effectively rendering them fodder for the heartless and the dark realm. Such a brutal act requires utter conviction and callousness, for to falter even momentarily will result in feedback and subsequently catastrophic damage. The Keybearer impales the victim on the tip of their blade, not a physical wound but rather a spiritual one in which the elements of mind heart and body are separated over the course of a few moments or sometimes even a minute if the individual is strong.


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Jackinator, i have sent a PM regarding your character.


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I will try to get a sheet up tomorrow Serp. Need to post in Scars and TFV first, but this looks really interesting. Will I be behind others if I have never played any of the Kingdom Hearts games?

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I will try to get a sheet up tomorrow Serp. Need to post in Scars and TFV first, but this looks really interesting. Will I be behind others if I have never played any of the Kingdom Hearts games?
Not really. All the info you need for this is provided.

I only used the concept of the keyblade and the enemies, the setting and plot is for the most part not related to the games.


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Just to clarify we have to play as a human correct? (I ask as you admitted there are many, many worlds in this universe). Additionally in our character sheets are we free to describe our homeworlds as we see fit, free reign as it were?

Finally i'm going to be away from the 10th to the 17th of January, would that preclude me from being able to join this rp?

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Just to clarify we have to play as a human correct? (I ask as you admitted there are many, many worlds in this universe). Additionally in our character sheets are we free to describe our homeworlds as we see fit, free reign as it were?

Finally i'm going to be away from the 10th to the 17th of January, would that preclude me from being able to join this rp?
Humans yes, for simplicity's sake.

If you have an elaborate idea for your homeworld, PM me first just in case.

If you will be absent, I can work the plot around your late arrival. This is fine.


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Name: Bayle Kasibalas

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Personality: Cold and detached Bayle is a calculating man, pragmatic to the extreme. If sacrificing a thousand lives saved a thousand and one he would do so without hesitation. Order and stability are the guiding motivations for his actions, an attitude adopted thanks to the long war on his homeworld. He is determined to dissuade such foolishness from occurring again, resolved to save people from themselves. Bayle seldom smiles, or even shows much expression at all.

Like any man however he is not entirely immune to his passions, possessing a great capacity for vengeance, held in check by his rigours self control. To let emotions guide his hand is to become weak and worse; inefficient. Judgemental yet detached, Bayle is not an easy man to get along with but will reward what few friends he makes with unswerving loyalty and dedication.

Description: Bayle stands tall at six feet of height, though lean he is gifted with wiry muscle thanks to his soldiering days. He has a hawkish nose set in an angular, expressionless face, with piercing storm grey eyes that seem cold as stone; indeed few can stand his scrutiny, sure that they are being judged and weighed behind his stone mask of a face. Kasibalas goes clean shaven thanks to long habit and wears his black hair cut short. He still prefers to wear military raiment and as such is invariably dressed in a dull grey greatcoat over a cobalt jacket with cream coloured breeches tucked into tall jackboots; shiny and black. He keeps a wind up fob-watch on a chain in his jacket pocket.

Armour Class: Light

Temple: Light

Path: Warrior

KeyBlade: Named Aequitas, it resembles a straight cavalry sabre, with an elaborate hand guard, much like the one he used as a soldier. Suitable for thrusting and cutting it has a dull white glow which brightens in response to Bayle’s convictions.

Combat Techniques and Abilties: Bayle is trained to fight both as an individual and in formation, though prefers to fight from horseback. His blows are clean and economical, the precise amount of force and movement needed and no more. He fights as he fills out paper work- efficiently. He is a skilled rider as well as a scout and natural leader with years of experience in war.

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History: Bayle is only a recent graduate to the ranks of the Key Bearers, having instead known a life of hardship and war. A wandering labourer, having run away from his orphanage, he lived hand to mouth, travelling his native land of Brityon finding jobs were he could and learning the cruel justice of the dispossessed. Bayle would likely have remained a poor wanderer; with nothing remarkable coming from his life had the neighbouring nation of Rorchar not begun a campaign of aggression, drawing a tangled web of nations, bound by alliances and counter treaties, into one great war.

Kasibalas soon found himself conscripted into the military, where against all expectation he thrived. Surviving the brutal siege of Karstum, the first major action of the war, he found himself swiftly transferred to the Light Calvary where he severed with distinction, rising to become a warrant officer, then a Sergeant, then eventually Lieutenant. With his squadron he scouted ahead of the ponderous main armies, playing a deadly game of cat and mouse with his counter parts in the opposition. It was in the army he gained his love of discipline and meticulous attention to detail, even as his heart slowly turned to stone witnessing countless deaths. Though they could not love him, cold bastard as he was, his men could at least respect him for he grew to be a consummate tactician, borne from first-hand experience and deadly lessons in the field, and seldom lost a man. Besides the lash was always ready for those who did not show respect or heed discipline.

The great war went on and on, devastating the lands it was fought over and draining the rest dry of men, wealth and vitality. Great armies churned the land to mud, fought died and froze as the season passed, seldom making any real progress. Airships crowded the skies, once symbols of progress and luxury, now tools for war. Steamships prowled the oceans, consigning men to watery graves. Made old before his time by experience of war Bayle become one of the few original soldiers still serving. Most had long died and been replaced by new waves of fresh faced youths.

As year after year went by, the people’s enthusiasm for war at home dwindled, until protests and revolts became common. In the long winter season Bayle found his squadron transferred back home, to put down demonstrations. Some men were uneasy at turning their swords on their own people but not Bayle. He knew, irrevocably, that what they did was necessary. The soft civilians he reasoned were short sighted, discontent at the problems of now. They did not realise that were the generals to listen to the protests were the soldiers of Brityon to lay down their arms that it would be the end. Brityon would lose, and not be treated kindly by the barbarous Rorchar. So civilians had to die, for order rand stability to be restored, so Brityon could win the war and peace resume. It was simple thought Kasibalas.

His true nature of a Key Bearer manifested towards the end of the war, with victory near at hand yet revolts still occurring across the nation. It baffled the mind and defied logic Bayle thought, that even now, with victory and peace so close at hand that stupid, short sighted, greedy people could not grasp the larger picture. So he and his men were sent in again, to the town of Malach, with orders to quell the protests by any means necessary. Bayle went in willing to negotiate but prepared to back his words with steel and take the most drastic measures if necessary. His fears were proven correct as the townsfolk pelted the cavalry men with rocks, then set upon them with scythes, cudgels, bricks and any makeshift weapon that came to hand. The young Lieutenant knew what he had to do. Order and stability were to be restored for the greater good, so the nation as a whole could move forward. He believed this irrefutably and with all his heart, so he signalled the charge. Men, women and children were swept aside and killed; trampled, spitted on lances or hacked down by sabres. As he slaughtered something strange happened to Kasibalas, he started to glow, as did his weapon until suddenly it had changed to a glowing sword of light. Bayle was a Key Bearer and his Key Blade was baptized in the blood of innocents.

He was sought out after the war had ended by those from the secret Temple, who had heard of the strange rumours of a man whose sword had glowed and knew the truth behind tales. Bayle found it difficult to adjust to life in the Temple, used to the rigour and discipline of war. He did not make friends, but instead devoted himself to his studies. Lacking any exceptional inherent talent, he made up for any dearth in natural talent or ability with a fierce discipline to learning and patience, racing through his tutelage in near record speed. As he learned he drifted towards the Temple of Light, finding the path of Darkness’s emphasis on one’s passions disturbing and the path of Balance all too insubstantial and indecisive.

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