[CHAR] Kingdom Hearts ~ Seekers of Light

[Double]

RESERVED

[NobodiesHero]

Name: Ashe Allerion
Age: 22
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Ashe is a tall woman, standing at about 5' 10" with a build made up entirely of lean muscle. Her hair and eyes are nearly the same shade of blue, her eyes are just a tad darker. Underneath her clothing, her pale skin is marked with scars. Three, jagged lines score across her left side as well as down her back, clearly these marks were caused by a clawed beast of some kind. A few other scars mark her frame, including one across her right shoulder, which is visible through the sleeves of her top. The other scars on her body seem to be caused by sharp weaponry, rather than beast. No matter what, she never takes off her collar like leather necklace. She won't say why, but it's clearly important to her.

Weapon of Choice: Longsword

Personality: Ashe comes off as a rather... intense person. She's fierce, she's stubborn, she's bluntly honest, and she's very serious. But get past her harsh exterior and underneath you'll find someone who you may actually want to be friends with. She's overly protective, she would gladly take a shot if it meant keeping you safe. If you ask her for help, more often than not she'll stop whatever she's doing and help you, especially if it has to do with training. Despite the fact that her sense of humor is rather dark, and she doesn't find most jokes or pranks funny, she'll still laugh at them, if only to make you feel good about yourself.

Backstory: Ashe doesn't talk about her past a lot, but people have been able to put some stuff together, just by observing her. It's clear whatever world she's from is a world of warriors. Her proficiency in battle makes that very apparent. From the way she carries herself, she may have been some sort of higher ranking warrior, or nobility. She seems to sympathise with those who's worlds have been lost to darkness, indicating that her own world may have been as well.

~Command Deck~

Physical:
Sliding Dash, Non Elemental, Basic.
Stun Edge, Non Elemental, Basic.
Quick Blitz, Non Elemental, Basic.
Magical:

Shotlocks:
Command Styles:

Notes: I'm keeping Ashe's past vague on purpose, because I don't want anybody to know about it beforehand. She also has the Berserk ability, which makes her blows more powerful when weakened.

[RyuShura]

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[Renny]

Name: Yon-Ging Nerrve
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance: Yon-Ging is a brown hair, ebon-skinned youth with charming, cool features. His eyes are calm and sharp, often apathetic if not bored. He is a slender man of average height, around 5'9" or 5'10". Among the other juniors of his Academy, he ranks first on the list of the female populace. Ask any of them why and the overwhelming response would be his liquid gold eyes. His unorthodox attire only feeds the impression that he's rebellious. Despite all of this, he has a network of close friends that blames his inability to stand out on the dragon tattoo on his right-arm.

Weapon of Choice: Katana & Gun

Personality: Despite the cold nature he exudes, Yon-Ging cares meticulously for his loved ones. One or two worded response often carry the deepest meaning with him. Whether that be "What happened?" or "Need a shoulder?" its usually enough. He strides around with a strange confidence, his gait; alien, his calm; magnetic. When in reality, this perception is only his inability to create lasting bonds. He stays away from most people because of his distrust. He fears the darkness, yet finds comfort in the night silence. Yon-Ging despises illogical impulses but recognizes his own and simply shrugs his shoulders. All of this is tacked on by a craving for change, a desire for freedom and acceptance, and yet a reluctance to experience the unknown.

Backstory: Yon-Ging is the illegitimate son of a master-less bodyguard. Renowned throughout the worlds for his skills, steep pricing, bounty, and otherwise incredulous actions, Gon-Yang, is considered a myth by some. There was a time after his birth where Yon-Ging was sought after by several important organizations, before long however, they slowly dwindled to minor incidents here and there. As a youth he was drawn to the mysterious, Oniyen Nosofath. This scholar of sorts had dedicated his life to the study of light and darkness. Yon-Ging and this man often spoke of the subject, delving into the political, symbolic, and unnerving meanings behind it. Eventually Yon-Ging did meet his father, that entire year was a dark blur only meant to teach him ways of protecting himself. Gon-Ying called it "Fulfilling my duty." Life after that has been particularly mundane.

~Command Deck~

Physical: (Strike Raid - Basic) (Quick Blitz - Basic) (Binding Strike - Basic)
Magical:

Shotlocks:
Command Styles:

Notes:

[DangDude]

Name: Mira Crimwell
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hider

Weapon of Choice: Whip

Personality: Mira is known to be a very intelligent and polite young woman, more likely to be soft spoken so as not to draw too much attention to herself. This by no means that she is shy, for she will often be the first one to strike up conversation with a stranger. Mira can be a sort of "airhead" at times, however. Though she is very intellectual, she will often bring up random facts or ideas that pop into her head, regardless of their relevance. It is also because of this that Mira often forgets about what she is/was doing, and she "day dreams" quite often.

Backstory: Mira is a young mage from Marchen, the Land of Fable. Granted, this was not something that was hard to come by where she was from, though she was the few of her kind that devoted herself to helping a group of people so wholeheartedly. She could not remember when it happened, but she had actually been servicing her village for as long as she could remember. Curing villagers’ ailments and injuries, warding off bad spirits, and so on and so forth. One of her particular jobs was taming the wild beasts that would often find their way to the village and wreak havoc. It was always Mira’s a magic that would soothe the beasts, allowing her to lead them away in peace. This was not a job that she disliked, though. The villagers had always shown their appreciation toward her, and in turn she appreciated them. It was a lifestyle that she was happy to live, and would have done anything to protect. Little did she know that this truth was to be tested when she found that little black being scurrying about in the barn…

~Command Deck~

Physical:
Fire Strike - Physical/Fire - Basic
Magical:
Fira - Magical/Fire - Basic
Cura -Magical - Basic

Shotlocks:
Command Styles:

Notes:

[Savo]

Ambrose Rothfield

"Great, peachy, thanks fer the info Bubbles, but how much I care right now is probably equal t'yer attention span."

Name:
Ambrose Rothfield

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Standing at about six feet tops, this lanky fellow is found usually slouched over, causing him to lose an inch, or two. His greasy visage is largely unimpressive, save for some deep scarring around his left mandible which stretches up his lips. His green eyes seem to ratchet between being deader than darkened coals to extremely focused, usually when he has a job to do. His long red hair is oily, and usually very messy; the only thing keeping it well in place *for the most part) is a ponytail. His grimy, sweaty skin is of a tanish hue, and his body frame is a bit lean, though he does have a bit of muscle here and there.

Ambrose's usual duds consist of a dark brown t-shirt with vertical linings; it's usually caked in sweat around the collar and going downwards. Around his neck, his black and yellow goggles hang loosely, easily accessible and ready whenever he needs to utilize them; while he does wear glasses, he actually doesn't need to wear them. Below the waist, he has tan pants with straps that hang haphazardly on the sides. The fabric around the knees seems to be replaced with another type of cloth. And finally, he wears plain looking smudged up black shoes and gloves.

Weapon of Choice:
A Gauntlet and a (Large) Wrench

Personality:
What else is there to say about Ambrose than that he is an easily irritable, sarcastic, bitter husk of a young man. He's harsh and isn't susceptible to easily opening up to others, often trying to dismiss anyone trying to interact with him before getting back to work tweaking one of his inventions, or doing something else that doesn't involve another person. If anyone just wants to disillude themselves from a truth, Ambrose will bluntly shove it back in your face... well, what he thinks the truth is, anyways. Sugarcoating is a one way trip to get yourself hurt.

Strangely enough, he does have a bit of a guilt complex and has been seen overworking himself to the point of exhaustion. During these times, he usually becomes very shortsighted, more so than he usually is, forcing himself to try and endure what he is doing physically and mentally. During this time, he is more prone to lashing out of others who try to talk or do anything with him. Even more strange is when he profusely apologizes after it... jeez, what's up with this guy? Is he bi-polar or something?

Backstory:
Even being supposedly consumed by the darkness wouldn't convert this hapless chap into one of them. One moment, it seemed as if the curtains were closing on him and then next? He was lying on the very comfortable pavement on the streets of... supposedly Chrono's. Ambrose spent the next few minutes, groggy and confused as he woke from his supposed slumber but was instead greeted with a whole new world.

The first thing that sprung to mind was if he was dead... so like any sane individual, he pricked his finger... and that was enough to tell him he was still there. There were a few more individuals he recognized sprawled out across the plaza, some systematically organized with their backs against the walls... but for the most part, they were alive.

And he? He was still bitter. Ambrose kept moving forward, leaving a part of him behind as he started his new life in what many called Traverse Town. Situating himself within the Third District, Ambrose isolated himself from the rest of the town, becoming a sort of repairman for Traverse Town; from time to time he would have something to sell, but not that often. For the most part, he has managed to shape his shop in a way that looks familiar to him and yet contrasts the whole town with brass coloration and pipes jutting out, leading to somewhere else in the shop. Despite him being the only person living there, he has five rooms built in total there.

Over time, four years have passed and the bespectacled young man has learned myriads of things about this place, that Ghoul's are actually known as Heartless, and a thing known as the Darkness was the reason his world was consumed... and that this town is a dump.

Seriously.

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~Command Deck~

Physical:
Strike Raid (Basic : Physical): Throw your Wrench at the enemy, and stun some foes.
Wishing Edge (Basic : Physical): Strike a single enemy with your Gauntlet or Wrench three times with a single jumping attack.

Magical:
Stopra (Basic : N/A): Utilize your Gauntlet to manipulate time to bring surrounding enemies' movement to a complete halt for six seconds.

Shotlocks:
N/A

Command Styles:
N/A

Notes:

• Despises being called Rose by most people.
• Actually likes eating Wrugrans(maggot-looking creatures from his home realm that are the size of two human heads; when cooked, they have no taste and smell like rotting fish; he claims they're full of nutrients).
• Sometimes refers to Heartless as Ghouls.