Name: Elle

Alias/Title:n/a

Race:Human

Age:19

Appearance:


Since being blinded Elle's eyes have become a milky white, though this is not often seen as she mostly leaves them closed. Her outfit consists of her scarf, a coat which ends just below her waist and plain black pants which she often keeps tucked into brown boots. Beneath her coat she wears a plain gray long sleeve shirt.

Weapon Appearance:

Weapon Name:Ebb and Flow

Combat Abilities: Elle is decently skilled in close combat with a very good reaction time at mid to close range to back it up. She is a quick and maneuverable fighter who makes effective use of evasion to keep herself in the fight. Elle's weapons training has largely consisted of the use of mid ranged chain weapons to incapacitate or snare foes to allow her to move in close and dispatch an enemy. Though she has begun using her keyblade she still carries a weighted chain in her jacket.

Her weaknesses however rest in her long range combat ability and her endurance. As she can not see Elle has developed a sort of sensory network with her darkness which lets her feel out an area around her. While this gives her excellent perception of things on all sides of her it does not extend far enough for long range attacks to be detected. She would only notice the attack after it enters mid range which may only allow for a very narrow window to block or dodge. This issue also extends to her ability to counterattack at a long range as she could neither 'see' an opponent which is too for away nor could she properly aim an attack.

Non-Combat Abilities:Elle passively has a sensory network formed by darkness around her which gives her a 360 degree awareness of an area around her. Furthermore she has a resistance to darkness and is able to open and cross through corridors of darkness, though currently not without some degree of exhaustion.

Elle is also adept at navigating The Blind and is a fairly decent cook...if she can be trusted to get good ingredients.

Personality:Elle is easily someone who could always be described as tomboyish, with a very casual and laid back demeanor most of the time. While this can keep her level headed most of the time it also tends to make her rather flippant or dismissive to people or problems at hand which can at times make her both frustrating to deal with and end herself in unsafe situations.

History: My names Elle, I never knew my parents, grew up in an upper-city boarding with other kids who lost their parents or just got dumped there one day. Could never say what, I never really gave my situation much thought. Brightwood wasn’t a bad place to live, we all had a room of our own room and three meals a day. The place got donations from the city and the owners watched over an entrance to The Blind we had way out back so it pulled in plenty of money. It seemed to be a legitimate institution, for a long time it probably was, but that place had some of secrets of its own.

The Brightwood boarding house was more than a simple home for lost children. On the outside it looked like it but with that entrance to The Blind set practically in the back yard it was a perfect mid point for smugglers and black market traders lookin' to make some deals with the rich folks in the upper-city. It might seem strange having backroom deals going on in an orphanage but the traders weren't a violent sort. It was the clever, cunning and sly ones that needed to run those deals after all.

That was the place I grew up. Lower-city smugglers and traders showin' up in the dead of night to stash their goods, upper-city businessmen and researchers stopping in the early morning to make their deals. Over the years certain traders became regulars who would stay in the house for several days before returning. As a child I couldn’t help but be curious, they had all sorts of stories about monsters within the blinds or fantastic trinkets and oddities from who knows where. Each night I found myself out on the balcony watching the stars, wondering if those traders would come slipping out of The Blind with their next batch of trade goods. And I only got more and more curious with each visit over the years. By the time I was 11 I grew a rapport with one trader in particular called Lowell who always seemed glad to regale us kids with all sorts of stories.

Was around this time I was getting tired of sitting around my room all the time. I got even more curious so me and some of the more adventurous kids started sneaking off to snoop around The Blind's entrance. We got plenty of scoldings by the staff but that never stopped us for long. Still it wasn’t like a bunch of kids had any chance of getting in there, that door was always sealed tight so I was always stuck back on that balcony waiting and stargazing. But... one night something happened. The smugglers got spotted by upper-city law and it quickly escalated into a full blown battle. I was just a dumb kid so of course I didn't think to get inside and that would come back to bite me in the ass, and quick. It happened too quick for me to tell what happened but I got hit square in the face with a stray spell. In an instant my whole world went black. I can barely remember that night, I can only guess I must have passed out soon after.

The next month... it was one I wish I didn't remember. Fear, depression, anger, frustration. It felt like those were the only things I felt. Suddenly I could barely even make my way around my room let along do anything else. The other kids started avoiding me after the first week, looking back on it I cant really blame them. I wouldn’t have been a blast to hang around. While I was wrapped up with all of this Brightwood was being investigated under suspicion of being involved with the smuggling ring, and there was plenty to link the place to it. Tension was high all around and those days passed with an agonizing crawl until the decision was finally made. Brightwood boarding house was to be shut down and we were all to be shuffled off to wherever they could find a place for us.

It was shortly before the home was set to be cleared out that Lowell and the traders paid one last business to finish up the trade contract that got interrupted. Lowell stopped by my room before they left, I didn't realize it at the time but it must have been obvious how poor shape I was in. I coulden't see a thing and darkness was fixing to wring my heart for all it was worth. If it wasn’t for Lowell's offer I probably would have ended up one of the monsters in The Blind I was always enthralled by. Heartless. But Lowell offered me a place in the smuggling ring, on one condition. If I was gonna travel through The Blind I couldn’t fear the darkness. Didn't know if I could make it back then but I accepted anyway. At least it gave me somthin' to try.

I left Brightwood with the traders and made my first trip through The Blind that night. Felt like I'd be suffocated more than once but they told me something. Remember the stars, tiny points of light against the vast blanket of darkness. If they can shine within it then so can you. Seems so stupid and sappy now but it helped me through that trip. Made me realize that its not really the dark you should be afraid of. When we finally made it to their building in the lower-city I was just stuck with odd jobs for a while, I still couldn’t do much back then. But I kept makin' trips to The Blind, I stopped being afraid of the darkness. It even became calming. And as I got more used to it I started feeling somthin' like a second sense for the world around me coming up.

Things were going well for a while. My senses were getting better and better with each trip to The Blind, soon I didn't even need to see and I could navigate those dark tunnels just as well as any of those vets. They taught me how to fight and take care of myself, started feelin' like I was invincible. So of course before long something would happen to knock that right out. Was around a year ago, we were doing a job bringing some cheap mythil, cheaper then you could ever get in the city to some sculptor in the upper-city. Easy job but we slipped up and got spotted by the law. Tried to run straight back to The Blind but only some of us made it. My luck that I was one they caught. Locked up and questioned damn near that entire year. Turned 19 in there and started to feel like I'd never get out. Then that happened.

The Fracturing. Seemed to come without warning, the wind howling and the ground shaking. Before I even knew it everything was chaos. I'm still not sure what really happened but this place sure hasn’t been the same since. People were vanishing left and right, like bugs snuffed out in a lantern. I almost bit it too, but I managed to pull off an escape. If you can call it that. Trying to shove the door open I fell backwards but I never hit the ground. All I could feel was darkness, thicker than anything I'd felt before. I blanked out a little and when I came too I was in The Blind. Must have been a full day before I found my way out, tunnels didn’t seem like they were before. The Heartless sure got more aggressive. If it wasn’t for this... weird key showing up I might've even been done for then too. Almost felt like someone was lookin' out for me back then. When I finally fought my way out it must have been a full day and the world already went plenty south. Didn't seem content to stop there either.

Its been six months since then. I've been tryin' to find Lowell or any of those guys since it happened but I haven't seen hide nor hair from any of 'em. Seems like the whole cities become a ghost town, I've barely seen anyone around. Most people seem to have banded up together, guess I'm the crazy one wanderin' all around this place. Plenty of monsters to keep me on my toes though, if thats anything to be thankful for. Don't know why I'm wasting my time recording this anyway. Guess it could be target practice if nothin' else...

Reputation: Before the fracturing Elle was a member of a large smuggling and black market ring who would likely be somewhat known by those who had ties to underground circuits before the fracturing, though how much depend on how involved they would have been. Since the event she has been wandering about, occasionally trading goods when she would encounter someone.

Song:
Based on: Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine
General: The Mancer's Dilemma - Bastion OST

Name: Robert (Bob). Wait… no, no, the name is Karen. Definitely Karen. But it could be Bob. Or both?

Alias/Title: The Supreme Ruler of this Nameless World! Hahaha! ...damn it Bob, shut up. You’re the Supreme Ruler of jack. -sigh- I was only joking, Karen.

Race: Fractured (a congregation of 24ish large Wisps, with two intelligent identities)

Age: 30s… ish. Maybe. It’s hard to know. We look like adults, at least.

Weapon Appearance: Most of the time we just fight with our fists. They look like… fists. Sometimes they glow a little, I guess, but that’s it.

Weapon Name: Wispy Fists? Hehehe... Bob, this is serious. Stop kidding around. And I’m not letting you call our hands “Wispy Fists.”

Combat Abilities: Light… stuff. Sometimes. We’re pretty good at fighting those yellow-eye things that come out of the darkness, you know? I guess you could call it magic, but it only sometimes kind of works when me and Bob are trying to do it at the same time… Harder than it seems, as you can imagine. I think… Hmm. Karen, do remember that time we found those mages up in Luce, and then they tried to kill us, but we threw up that... barrier thing? Nope, don’t remember that at all. Well, anyway, I think with some practice we might be able to do that again. Block spells and such. That might be a memory from before the Fracturing, though… Damn it, I don’t know.

I don’t even know how we’ve lasted this long. We must be the luckiest two-dozen goddamn shards of hearts in the World.

Non-Combat Abilities: Ah, a chance to show off my true talent! I was a painter once, an artiste, and my works were always being bought by the rich and famous of Luce. I, um, haven’t painted in a while though, because of these damn hands… I keep telling you, Bob, we have to survive out here, and painting is not the way to do it. You seem to forget that I’m the one that always stops you from wasting our time on it. Besides, I bet you wouldn’t be able to paint anymore anyway, even if I let you... -small sobs, at a whisper- ...I was an artist… The best… I know I was…

Personality: Karen is an asshole. Oh, you’re one to talk, always getting distracted, trying to take over the legs so that you can go look at a sunset or something. I’m keeping us alive, Bob, and you know we’d all just fall apart without me. One time I stop to look at the cityscape, and we just happened to be running away from those guys when I did it. I can’t help it if I get distracted! Hmph. The point is, I don’t need you, Karen, and I never have. I just keep you around because… Well, none of the other ones can talk anymore. I wish you wouldn’t talk anymore… Idiot. -sobs, for a long time- Don’t… don’t cry, Bob, I didn’t mean it. I just… I got mad ‘cause you said you didn’t need me. Let’s, um, let’s just move on.

History: Yeah, there’s no way we’ll be able to remember anything from, um, before. Our minds are all split up, you know? They don’t call us Fractured for kicks. Bob thinks he’s a painter, but it’s possible one of the other ones was a painter, and its just coming out through Bob. -small voice- I am a painter, Karen. Sure you are, honey. Sure you are. I’ll tell the rest. I remember that we all congregated in one of those big refineries off on the outskirts of the city… And we’ve been running ever since, when we can remember to. There’s always been something trying to kill us. Things coming out of the darkness, humans that still have their hearts, even things that we think are kind of like us. Lost, broken, confused. Not all of them have managed to regain their humanity…

He gets like that sometimes. It’ll be a bit, but he’ll snap out of it. I think he’s trying to remember what it’s really like to be human. I, well, I gave up on that months ago, but Bob’s more of a romantic than I am. He thinks that if we survive long enough, we’ll all get put back together, just like that, and he can go back to being a painter… I can’t blame him. It’s a hard life, and sometimes that little bit of hope he has is the only thing holding us all together.

Reputation: Some people know us… I guess. Generally they think we’re just like the ones that attack on sight, though. Hopefully being in a group will change that. I’m tired of dodging fireballs. What are you talking about? I’m the one that does the dodging. You just do the punching. Really? Hmm. It’s hard to remember sometimes. I know, honey.

Song: On the Run -- Pink Floyd

Name:Reva

Alias/Title:None as of yet, but she is always trying to think of one. She never got a good stage name either, probable why she was always only a mid B tier star.

Race:Nobody

Age: What kind of question is that to ask a lady!

Appearance:

Weapon Appearance: The mace as seen above.

Weapon Name: Burdened Shade

Combat Abilities: As a nobody she appears to be aligned with the element of gravity. It is a difficult to use power; given it's status as a fundamental force of nature it does not easily give to her whims. Perhaps that is simply due to lack of experience. she is unable to do big fancy special moves like the nobodies from the games as of yet but what she can do with it is quite unlike what humans have ever managed. With her mace out she can cast and maintain powerful traditional gravity spells, producing spears of crushing force. She can leave them there as gravity traps, 5 of them seems to be her limit, each one about a four feet in diameter, making any battle field she fights on quite difficult to navigate safely. She can also do reverse traps, weightless zones, These aren't as easy to maintain, only 3 if she has no crushing spells happening, and only 1 if she does. once cast it will last for about a minute once catching something, rendering it immobile, weightless, and open to attack. While Burdened Shade is quite destructive on its own, She can focus dark, pulsating auras of gravity about her mace for extra destructive blows, but these are quite draining and she can do 3 at the very most in a fight before being barely able to continue battling.

Non-Combat Abilities: The most constant and basic example of her power of gravity is that when she interacts with a non living object, it seems to be come significantly lighter, by more than half just by naturally interacting, but if she does it with the intent and focus and can make it even more so. As soon as the object leaves her hands it returns to normal gravity/weight so while it could maintain so of it's momentum, even if she through it as hard as she could making it as light as she could a large object wouldn't make it far from her. This gives her the illusion of super strength. To be perfectly fair, as a nobody she is quite strong physically; perhaps 4 or 5 times stronger than she was as a human, but with her ability to affect objects gravity she can move large objects a single woman couldn't possible hope to move. This does not let her punch through walls or fling much larger living thing ( including the nobodies/heartless/fractured ). while this could have combat applications, its far more useful for getting around obsticules. She is a skilled singer and dancer.

Personality: The few that knew her before the fracturing knew she was a fairly forward and blunt person. Even more so now, it seems when she lost her heart she also lost a great deal of her tact. When a thought is in her mind you can bet money it will be on her lips in a mater of moments, regardless if it would be considered rude or insulting. She is the type to speak her mind, demand answers and when people get angry with her behavior she would blink at you in apparent confusing and ask "would you rather I lie?"

History: How long had she been walking? She was so far from everything she knew. While she never remembered starting to walk, she knew she had been doing it for a while. It was quite an odd sensation, as if her mind was coming back into focus after being horrible shaken. So, she thought hard, how long have I been walking? Since that massive...light, had it been? Yes...a huge light that engulfed everything, she couldn't remember much else from that. Screaming? A shadow...then pain, then that weird fuzzy fog her mind had just been in a second ago and a great deal of walking. For the first time in she had no idea when, she stopped walking and as her mind came deeper out of the fog she focused on her memories. What else could she remember.

Her name was Reva, and she had been a singer. Well, many would have called her a performer, she sang, dance, had a nice cheery stage persona that gave her many loving fans. She had spent years building up a fallowing, breaking through the ranks of countless others who dreamed of fame and fortune. The stage had always been her calling, while her family never had much money to let her follow that dream all that had done in the end was slow her down. She core fan base was in the her home town of...funny the name is in there but she can't quite seem to touch it. Looking around and looking back from where she had been walking from she realized that everything was wrong. She was starting to recognize this area. Her home city should be visible from here, it was quite large. But it was nowhere to be seen, whipped off the map. For that matter, she found that a great deal had been destroyed, she should have been in a heavily populated living space, but all she could see was death and destruction. That when another flash of memory happened. Something big and bright and terrifying. something cataclysmic...it had destroyed much of the planet, her and a group of survivors had been leaving the wreckage of her home city when some shadowy...things had attacked them. The next thing she knew she was here. She remembered pain and fear, love and hate, disperse and desperation, but...oddly enough she couldn't seem to feel any of it now. It was like trying to remember something you maybe had tasted once. Something was definitely quite wrong. She needed answers, and quick.

Since then she had been something of a wonder, learning all she could. About the aftermath, about what happened and why, about what happened to her. She hasn't had much luck finding answered, but more than enough luck to find trouble. Though it seems what ever happened to her made her quite formidable. A weapon she can summon from air, and an acute control of gravity magic. This has only made her all the more resolute to find out what happened to her or at a minimum do something about the horrible mess the world was in. How on earth would she able to be a performer in a broken down world like this.

Reputation: Oh definitely an irritating trouble maker. Some remember and recognize her for the star she once been, but the world had little use for stars these days.

Song: Hold me

(Minus the gun of course)

Credit goes to this guy

Name:
Dion Frederick

Alias/Title:
None

Race:

Human

Age:

15

Appearance



Weapon Appearance:


Weapon Name:

Alexander

Weapon Description:

Alex is one of many toys people will see in combat, but is the one that you will see the most as it is Dion's oldest and most favourite toy. Dion will use his magic and fill the toy with life, but the imagery will change and instead of a soft cuddly toy, he would be a ferocious beast.

Combat Abilities: I would say he uses dark magic, like he uses the darkness to fill his toys with life and well fight for him. He is quite fast too but not strong so he stays away from close combat. He has a lot of magic points to spend in combat, so it can take a while for him to run out, how ever once you corner him he can't do much. In a party he is good, as he can give you a lot of additional support and time. He is a hit and run type, he is not just quick to escape fate, but also quick at setting up his toys.

Non-Combat Abilities: He is good stitching things together such as clothes, this skill he learnt from mending his own toys. He can also clean very well and cook small things.

Personality:
Dion seems like a quiet individual, he is no mute, nor is he silent. He just speaks when he feels like, whenever he is bored or not occupied that is when he will say something, or if he is spoken to. He is very stubborn and will rarely listen to anyone. He is actually very caring when you become close with him, when you are so close he will start to treat you as he does his toys, protecting you and cherishing you like his own and not letting anyone take you away, risking his life and future for you. But it also has a downside, meaning that he will be very selfish and won't let you out of his sight, or let you find love.

History: At the age of the ten, Dion was taken as a slave from his island and all that was left as a memory of it was his stuffed lion. He was taken for the magic potential he had as a lot of people have high magical focus on the island he came from, it was this the slavers were after. For two years the slaves had to put up with it, each month passed and one would die of suicide, or die of being pushed to their limit. Watching the numbers of his people get lesser and lesser was upsetting for him, but he bared it, he just kept quiet and did what he did. He would soon accept his fate on the ship of dreams, as they went from island to island, port to port. His magic got stronger as he had to endure 2 days practice every week, they took it easy on him because he was a child, but as he got older they started to increase the number of days he had to practice.

When he got to the age of 14 he had no ambition to escape the ship unlike the other people who still lived. He was well fed and still breathed, maybe not the best of foods, but that he was grateful for. His memories were still sewn together, as long as his toy didn't leave his hands then he was perfectly content with what would happen to him, just as long as his toy didn't leave his hands. The rainy days he would sit up on the deck and watch the moon and stars come out with his toy soldiers, the captain was somewhat a good man for buying him many things, after all he watched him for 4 years, one could say it was a little feeling of bond. However one night those feelings would soon be proven to be temporary as on that night the bond was written to be make believe, the slaves tried to escape and died due to Dion's desire of wanting to stay on the ship, he wouldn't move, nor would he cooperate with them.

The captain would stand out and take them out without any hesitation, his pistol exhaling smoke as if had a cigar in its pipe. The captain would then blame Dion for their deaths, for him not doing anything to stop or going with them, so he would smack him with the back of the pistol, but Dion would not react, even when captain spat on him and called him hurtful names, and kick him, Dion just wouldn't react even though he felt the hurt inside, he would endure it. But then the captain did something he'd regret.

Stepping over to the young boy, he would reap the toy from his hands forcefully, then rip the left arm off. Dion eyes widened with rage and hostility as he ran and pushed the captain away, the shock of his reaction caused the captain to fall over, as Dion grabbed his toy, he would use his magic to try and fix it, but instead it brought it to life, and like that was captain was in pieces. The only thing Dion could do was run, run far away no matter what. He couldn't swim far, but he ran all the way to an empty farm, there he repaired his toy and there he slept nights. His food was stolen as he went into the market place and would hide apples underneath his coat.

People have sometimes saw him playing with his toy on the steps of the old farm house and don't question it at all. Practicing his magic had also became a habit and somehow a hobby, he used it to bring his toys to life for a year, he had somehow mange to get better at it, and then realized he could use it in more than one toy, however the concentration level is high for that meaning he can't use two toys for long.

Reputation: He has no reputation yet

Song:[video]http://youtu.be/32O4lj_d_JQ[/video]

Name: Has forgotten any name they once held. Calls itself the Prism, or Priz.

Alias/Title: "That Weird Guy in the Cloak" (AKA, No actual titles yet)

Race: Fractured

Age: Appears to be about 24

Appearance

While retaining a humanoid appearance, Priz's body is covered in patches of a dense, semi-transparent crystal. This crystal is most condensed around its forearms and hands, calves and feet, and the right side of its face. The largest area of skin exists on Priz's form on its upper chest. Priz tends to hide such obvious deformities with a white cloak, loose black pants, and bandages. Priz has a bright orange eye, and bluish hair with white areas.

Weapon Appearance: Priz uses long claws which extend from its fingertips, as well as blades which emerge from the soles of its feet (think ice skates).

Combat Abilities: Priz, with the aid of the claws and skates, is a very graceful and fluid fighter. Priz makes it a point to move fast, and hit faster. By using the power of Ice, Priz is able to glide across most surfaces with the skates, enabling quick maneuvers to be easily achieved. The claws can be charged with Light, allowing the Fractured to shoot off moderately powerful blasts, or deliver sharper hits. Of course, the downside to all of this is that when using such power, the sporadic energy can overcharge and even crack Priz's limbs, so they makes it a point to use such magic sparingly. Instead, they uses Ice to send forth jagged icicles, create treacherous terrain, and create small creations of Ice to enhance mobility (ramps, small pillars/poles).

Non-Combat Abilities: With the eye that was taken when its previous self was turned into a Fractured, Priz can see wavelengths of light normally invisible, as well as disturbances in said Light more acutely (i.e. If a Heartless is possessing/hiding in an object, Priz can see it as long as it's relatively nearby). It's also not bad at ice sculpting.

Personality: The Prism is an incredibly paranoid individual. It constantly looks over its shoulder, and wonders just when its time will be up. This is a feeling (or rather, a shadow of one) induced from the scattered state of its mind, and the violence they experienced shortly after "birth". While this paranoia doesn't usually result in aggressive behavior, it does cause Priz to be incredibly uneasy around humans, bolting at the slightest sign of violence. However, if backed into a corner, Priz can get hysterical and lash out rather brutally.

If one manages to actually convince it that they mean no harm, and that is a pretty big feat, Priz will be a timid friend and a reliable ally. As a side note, Priz doesn't identify with a gender, as they feel they are meant for humans, even though its appearance is notably male.

History:
In the light of the Broken Center, just a few days after the Fracturing, a lithe form had appeared in a now-abandoned park. It's body was covered in crystal, some parts even completely composed of it, and it looked absolutely terrified. Once it began going around town, trying to understand what exactly happened, to understand whatever it was...others were springing up everywhere, different kinds of monsters with different origins. And the people...the people hated them all. Some chased after the figure, the poor, lonely figure. It outran them, but their spells bit into it, and sent it skittering into the alleyways.

After a few weeks of stealthy wandering, the figure understood. Partially, at least. It wasn't alone, as there were others. Well, it thought so, at least, seeing as they didn't attack it. They were chaotic, though, and unpredictable, and not fitting company for it. This revelation didn't fix what seemed like empty spaces on its heart. After concluding that it wasn't human, the figure decided to take on a non-human name identity. It would call itself The Prism, after the crystalline structures adorning its body. It would be another month of attacks and running before The Prism, or Priz, as it sometimes referred to itself, could find adequate clothing to hide the deformities caused by the Light, and be able to hide from the humans. Even among them, if they was careful.

From that point on, it was just down to running about Luce, just trying to survive. That's been the objective for six months, and Priz doesn't see a reason to change it.

Reputation: Priz drifts, and has no notability when they are covered up. People tend to attack on sight, otherwise.

Song:(A song for your character, because why not? Optional.)