[CHAR] Kingdom Hearts: Seekers X Chasers

Celestia

"The worst of times are when a Keyblade Master has to force their biggest smile. You're only allowed to cry when it's all over."
~Celestia

Name:
Celestia (often shortened to Celes or Tia)
Age:
18
Gender:
Female

Appearance:


Keyblade:
Master's Defender

Personality:
Warm and caring, Celestia has occasionally been described as motherly or sisterly by her peers. As the oldest girl of the apprentices, she's taken it upon herself to be responsible for the others. When the Masters aren't around, she's not afraid to give occasional orders and step into a semi-leadership role. Probably the most striking thing about Celestia is the fact that she's almost always wearing a warm smile on her face. Even when braving dangers or fleeing for her life, she always tries to do it with a smile. If asked why, she will quickly respond with the above quote. It's not one of the actual precepts of the Order, but it is instead a personal code she has adopted for herself.

Backstory:
Celestia is unsure of her origins. She's lived with the Masters in the Land of Departure for as long as she can remember. Perhaps she was born there, but she always had trouble getting a full answer from either Cormack or Viper. She's also been able to summon her Keyblade since a relatively young age compared to her peers, though that is more likely due to her having actually grown up in the Land of Departure and thus had been training for a fair bit longer.

When it came to the two Masters themselves, while Celestia received the majority of her training from Cormack, she often found herself gravitating toward Viper in other, more personal matters. After all, there was some advice that a girl could only really get from a woman. So while she respects Cormack for all he's taught her, there's a bit of a deeper bond between her and Viper. Something more akin to two sisters or perhaps an Aunt and Niece. So it was no surprise that Viper's sudden departure hit Celestia particularly hard. Even if the Relic was really that important, why would she just leave without a word over it?

It also didn't help that Viper chose to leave on the night before Celestia was to take her Mark of Mastery Exam. Unfortunately, the Exam itself needed to be postponed for obvious reasons.

~Command Deck~

~Physical~
Strike Raid

~Magical~
Magnera
Thundara

~Action~
Cartwheel
Barrier

Shotlocks:
Command Styles:

Notes:

Celestia's Themes

Theme 1:

Theme 2:

[Double]

Master Viper

Viper's Keyblade, Midnight Hour

Master Cormack

Master Cormack's Keyblade, Burning Sun

[Katakon]

Raine

^{"As long as a single glimmer of light exists, hope will never die!"}

Name:
Raine

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Raine is a fair skinned young man with dark blue hair and equally dark blue eyes. He wears a dark blue one sleeved shirt the sleeved side has a pauldron used for protection and combat and dark blue pant which are tucked into long boots that go up to his thighs. He has a large scar on his upper bicep on his left arm which is covered by the sleeve and pauldron, but besides that no scars and very few bruises even after training. When out causally he tends to wear shorts instead of pants.

Keyblade:

Rain Striker

Personality:

Raine is a strong willed and driven young man who is determined to prevent any harm to all innocents especially of children and friends. Due to his childhood he dislikes any form of death, even “Noble” or “Necessary” ones. His main motivation his is lost loved ones and his lost childhood. He sees the world in multitudes of grays, never believing that a person is born evil, he believes that most action made by a person is by choice so when he meets a willingly evil people, he feels especially just to fight them and show them that justice always win. Raine is selfless and loving to a fault, he’s very supportive of his friends and Allies. But outside of his driven and compassionate personality he is very friendly and sociable, and strangely enough although he has a strong personality and body he is surprisingly easy to hurt, getting depressed when others are sad or when they say something hurtful towards him as he takes everything to heart. He is very emotionally intelligent, able to understand emotions and reasons behind actions better than most due to both high empathy and his heightened sense helping him pick up people’s emotional cues. He also has a more savage side to him when in battle, he fights using anything at his disposal and even fight dirty to win. He has been known to win most of his battles since many people don't expect him to fight the way he does, this is because he knows bad people don’t have the same restraint that good people do so he reacts in kind and takes out bad people quickly and violently, but after a battle he is often shook and needs time to calm down.

Backstory:

Raine was born to average parents. From a young age they taught him to value lives; all life. But that would be muddled as he gets older. Raine's parent's were loving but weak willed; strong of hearts but weak of spirit. Raine was taught by them to be stronger than them. Raine admits he should've seen the warning signs, they knew more about the impending darkness than what was normal for people. Raine was gifted by his parents the power of spirit and heart, a gift they lacked to survive the impending darkness. Raine would one day watch his parents die by darkness, or as he would learn are called the heartless, he couldn't do anything until it was too late. Raine summoned his keyblade after their hearts were already blackened and were turned themselves into heartless and gotten a scar upon his body in return for his hesitance. Raine's heart was too strong to fall to the darkness like his parent's, he fought back and hoped for a better tomorrow as he was swallowed in the darkness as his's world's heart was consume.

Raine awoke in a strange land, one he would later learn is the land of departure. He wandered the world for a time, before being discovered by the duo of keyblade masters. Viper and Cormack, and when they learned he could use a keyblade they trained him, Viper was his master. Raine admits he was hesitant to fight; he hated violence and conflict; even as hurt and angry as he was. But he still trained his swordsmanship for seven long years with his follow pupils but he was never as skilled as his follow pupils in the field; Instead Raine focused his abilities on defensive and healing magics. Since those came more naturally to him.

When the choice was given to look for the X~Blade by Master Viper, Raine was hesitant about going so close to the darkness since he still has bad memories of nearly being consume by it, thus he choose to stay at Master Cormack's side instead of leaving with his actual master. Hoping the other Pupils would come home safely. But that wasn't an option as Master Cormack reaction to Raine telling him what has transpired was by making them go on a mission. To be the Chasers of the Seekers and bring them home. Raine filled with regret for his choice and not doing more to stop them was entirely ready to bring them back, the seekers of the X~blade.

~Command Deck~

Physical: Barrier Surge, Dodge Roll, Block
Magical: Reflect, Cure,

Shotlocks: ---
Command Styles: ---

Notes:
Character Theme:

Battle Theme:

[Renny]

Farce the Realmless

Name: Farce
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Appearance: Farce is a soft-faced boy with ebon skin and seasoned clearblue eyes. He stands at a average height of 5'7", however his physique spins a tale of fierce-exercises and dedication. Deep brown hair falls around his face and tied by a thick rope-charm into a mid-back ponytail. Always ready to explore and fight, Farce wears armored legs dyed black, his waist is adorned with a ceremonial black cloak embroiled with gold stitchings; telling a past of nobility. A cobalt, feathered-collar vest over a black tank-top adorns his chest.

Vestigial Light

---

"The Keyblade Farce obtained upon taking fabric from his mother's bloodied dress and wrapping it around its barren hilt.
It hides a unnatural power within its blackest of blades."

Keyblade: A skeletal wee thing, Farce's Keyblade appears more-like a deftly crafted length-of-obsidian than an actual weapon. A keepsake from his past--a maroon cloth--acts as the handles wrapping. The end of said blade resonates with Farce's nobility by having an aged-visage of its three-tooth edge.

Personality: A boy who knows the darkness and its malformed inhabitants, Farce is seemingly high-spirited and carefree. A scion for the heroics of Atlas the Lost Light and Master Viper, he reacts very strongly in defense of the meek. Mostly due to his own painful memories and forsaken wishes. He speak with a clear cadence, often securing the confidence of others. While being reticent and morally ambiguous whispers of the Darkness inside, its his personal sense of justice that keeps him diligently on the side of Light. His intelligence and rather monarchical mannerism puts a quick end to most conflicts. In a sense, his only true quirk is the ruthless manner in which he dispatches Heartless.

Backstory: The sole heir to a forgotten World and Kingdom, Farce was handed the mantle of Keyblade-wielder by a derelict of a man. At once thought to be a beggarly outsider, the man approached Farce's royal family with a single warning. "Prepare, make ready for the Darkness, Your Majesty." If they had listened then many lives would had been saved. Thousands of Heartless would have never been created but they didn't. It was the work of Atlas the Lost Light--the beggar--that Farce had escaped that fate. For it was but a year earlier that he took him as his apprentice.

When the storm of Darkness made landfall, it was Atlas' power and bequeathmeant that whisked him away to the Land of Departure.

For two years Farce honed his skills with a single hope and prayer. When he got the chance to visit his World, after many months of searching for it, he was greeted to a realm of Darkness. Together with his Master, he swept the castle grounds of Heartless until he found the starved cadaver of his mother. Her body was limp in her pristine throne, her form a sentry of light despite its lifelessness. Not a speck of Darkness would go near her and only a tiny Heartless, wrapped in a dirty cloth rested at its edges.

The scene, tearful and emotional was Farce's last voice of dissent.

After that fateful day, he became much of what he is currently. When the X-Blade vanished there was no hesitation in seeking the pieces out. Master Viper had a faithful pupil in Farce the Realmless.

~Command Deck~

Physical:

• Guard-Physical/Non-Elemental-Basic
• Dodge Roll-Physical/Non-Elemental-Basic
• Strike Raid-Physical/Non-Elemental-Basic

Magical:

• Esuna-Magical/Non-Elemental-Basic
• Cura-Magical/Non-Elemental-Basic

Shotlocks: N/A
Command Styles: N/A

Notes

• Atlas the Lost Light was a disillusion but sympathetic Keyblade-wielder.
• Atlas saved Farce's mother, at the time, she was the last survivor of the World.
• Farce's mother was safe from the Darkness but starved to death, hoping against all that Farce was still safe.
• Despite giving it his all, Atlas eventually fell to the Darkness. As a Heartless he was drawn to the vestiges of his Light.

Introspection


Battle


Emotional

[vancexentan]

Name: Abel
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Appearance: Abel is a young male of Caucasian ethnicity with dark green eyes, and muddy blonde hair. He wears a long black jacket with a white shirt underneath it on the usual with a pair of grey shorts. He no discernible scars but more than a few bruises over his body he gained from his relentless training. When not in a formal setting he tends to wear a black cap on his head.

Keyblade:

Personality:
Rash, blunt, rude, and ambitious Abel is a young man who's tendency to act overcomes his thoughts more often than not. He prefers to let his actions speak for themselves, and despises having to hold his emotions back. He believes life is worth living to its fullest, and to do anything less than your best is a disservice to yourself. He doesn't view friends as allies, more along the lines of temporary companions. While he doesn't hate people on instinct he doesn't truly have it in him to accept people at face value until they prove it to him otherwise, and is often distrustful of strangers. He respects power, and strength and the ability to use it wisely. He doesn't crave power though he merely respects those who have a lot of it. He's objectively a man with the passion, and drive to push himself to his limits unwilling to relent to an opponent so long as he has breath in his body making him a formidable enemy. He doesn't work well in teams because of this but he will listen to orders he doesn't view to be objectively stupid, or a hindrance. While all of the above is certainly true he doesn't look down on weak people for being weak he will help a person out if they're in dire need but he won't go too far for them if he thinks it will result in them being stronger for it. He believes that if you're truly to become stronger you need to overcome that darkness in your heart, or the challenge in front of you by yourself in the end. While having a stalwart ally would help in many cases one may come to over rely on someone and then find themselves unable to cope otherwise. However if it would come down to someone dying, or not he would throw himself into the middle of it if he thinks it is for the best. However it is worth noting that his anger can be explosive, and dangerous enabling him to fight even harder than he was before he was angry.

Backstory: Raised, and born by rough, and tough parents in the middle of some no name village young Abel never was meant for a life of heroics, and champions. He grew up in a tough environment initially being around his parents for as long as he was, it is surprising he lived as long as he has so far. After his parents practically abandoned him by the wayside one day he was raised by a traveling mercenary who took him in out of the kindness of his war-worn heart. Traveling, here, and there he wasn't one for doing much of anything but training, and learning how to read in order to get the basics for a proper life. That was until his guardian had allowed him to be taken in by the new keyblade order after finding out he was able to summon a keyblade during one fateful day of training. There is very little to discuss regarding Abel's life due to his frankly uncaring attitude about his younger years, and his would-be father figure practically pawning him off to some order of heroes. But he was determined to make a life he was proud of. He trained as hard as any student could fighting, sparring, learning, and practicing as much as he could in order to learn what he could. He was no genius, or prodigy but he had an insatiable appetite to better himself.

His teachers noted that he was not one to underestimate, and while he was unruly, and dangerous at times his talents, and his good nature underneath all of his tough act meant that he was worthy of his keyblade. He kept training, and honing his skills hoping that perhaps one day he would be more than he was. He wanted something that for once in his life he could grasp onto and hold dear to him. He hated the concept of being a literal nobody, and or just fading away into the background. While he was not willing to play dirty to get there he was willing to sacrifice a lot in order to do so. His training, and unfaltering will has made him into a savage, and strong willed warrior willing to put his life on the line for the good of the worlds he will need to help one day. While not charismatic, and not one to share his weak points he intends to live up to the blade that had chosen him.

~Command Deck~

Physical: Guard, Roll, sliding dash, Zero Gravity
Magical: Cure

Shotlocks:
Command Styles:

Notes: Keyblade name is Black Will

[AngelofOctober]

Just X

Age: 19

Gender: Male

“Height won’t matter here in a second if you continue mocking me.”

Appearance:
It’s not hard to note the most notable feature of X is his height. A man dawn in a black cloak, who stands at 5’2”,157cm, is well easy to miss, but not easy to forget. Underneath his cloak he wears a tight fitting tank top and ballooning pants, at the shins tucked into long boots. He’s seen wearing sunglasses over his red irises and a pair of leather gloves. His hair is blackish purple and he has a row of earrings on his right ear.

He speaks very dryly, his voice has a slight gruffiness to its cadence. Though it is not very deep, it’s on the fairer side, with a slight vocal fry.

Weighing 103lbs, 46kg, X is lithe and mostly a bony stick underneath. His skin is unusually pale and nearly sickly looking. Though X can confirm is in good health and doesn’t need anyone to carry him.

Personality:

“It’s not called a short complex if the other guy is on the ground, now is it?”

X is more than a lot of things. He can be extremely sharp witted, with quick sarcastic remarks. Though he can also be short tempered and slightly on the more verbally aggressive side. Though that doesn’t mean he cannot be physically aggressive either, especially if the other guy deserves it. X is otherwise more or less someone few interact with in fear of triggering his ire. He’s sassy, often with a quick unfiltered remark that can kind of come off a bit like an asshole or a lot like an asshole.

When he’s not working he prefers to do nothing and is seen spending his “off time” reading or as he puts it recharging his batteries to give an effort about everybody else. At first X doesn’t seem to be the type of person most would associate or hire. Yet, he makes up for it by being deeply honest, and deeply efficient.

When working, X is grounded, reasonable. He’s a logical, intellectual thinker despite what some would say about him when he has down time. Capable of critical thought, and analysis, X is a professional when it comes to doing his job and only that. He’s also a person you can count on being loyal. X doesn’t seem to be the type of person who would be genuinely loyal to those who earn his trust, but the reality is that once you have earned X loyalty keep it, it’s reliable and will always be there. Break it, and face his wrath.

His temper has always been his downfall and weakness. X can easily be triggered, especially by sights he finds offputting. Even someone say an off handed remark that particularly strikes a nerve in X can get him irritated. Something he’s been working on. Though that doesn’t mean he simply flies off the handled. He has a tendency to store and bottle things that annoy him till one trigger makes him snap and explode.

X dislikes dishonesty and he dislikes those that cheat others. He expects honesty, loyalty, and respect from his fellows. As he’ll give you those things if you have earned those things with him. He likes dark clothes, and prefers reading a good book in perfectly good silence.

Keyblade:

Miss Fortune

Backstory:
To understand X’s past you must first look back to where it begins. Not too fortunately many of our past are connected to other’s actions. Before you, before others there was a Keyblade wielder known as Rudy Nighthawk. Like you, he trained his mind and physical body in order to wield the Keyblade with efficient success. When it came time to test Keyblade wielders before you, Rudy stood before the Mark of Mastery with confidence and arrogance.

His downfall became family and children’s tragedy. When Rudy failed the test he swore to the guild that he would be back one day with true masters of the Keyblade. Turning his back onto the guild, he created his band of loyal slavers. The Nightblades, a funny joke name to Rudy, set their home base in the lands of Avarah.

There Rudy set out to find potential Keyblade wielders before others could get to them. The trouble was Rudy didn’t know what to do with these potential wielders, until one night a thought struck him. A way to make money off their bounty as well as possibly find a few wielders before the guild could get to them. This is how Rudy and X’s fate met.

The Nightblades scoured worlds looking for potential wielders, tricking parents into believing their children were indeed Keyblade wielders. Using a Coliseum in Avarah to make money off the children, training the children in hopes they would awaken the children that way. When that didn’t work they went to other tactics, telling the children who summoned their Keyblades would earn their freedom.

After a while the bitterness towards the guild turned into complacency as Rudy was making far enough money selling combat between Keyblade children to unwary customers who knew nothing of the children’s origins. They never knew the moment they stepped foot into the world of Oarazias that they would find a true Keyblade wielder. That night, in a small hut, in a forgotten oasis village, Rudy came upon X. Though his name back then was not X. He was called by his parents by the name Syous.

“Syous come here” calls a man wearing a cloak of animal hide, feathers adorned in his hair, braided at the side in a fine thin braid, tied by twine, and long like the mane of their desert climate horses, “What brings you stranger?”

“Aye sir, names Rudy Nighthawk of the Nightblades,” he pauses, staring at Syous, “You see imma Keyblade Wielder meself. And I am crossing the planes taking children to train them in order to manifest and control their keyblades.”

“Are you saying my child has the Soul Power?” the man ask skeptical at first.

“Aye sir, that I am indeed am doing so, or implying so,” Rudy tells the man.

No one will know what convinced Vishka that day to give his precious son to Rudy. But that was the day Syous became X. All the kids were stripped of their previous identities they were often given simple call names or simple handles for the announcer to present to the roaring crowd. Rudy at the time had no idea that he acquired not only a stubborn minded child, but he didn’t know he had a champ on his head. Staring at the eight year old that day he didn’t think much of it, even if something in his gut bubble with nervousness.

“For now on I am calling you X” Rudy stares upon the eight year old ushering him into a dungeon cell under the belly of the Coliseum he acquired.

“All right. Sounds lame” the boy replies with a shrug and tilt of his head to the side.

“Aren’t ya supposed to be I dunno more scared” Rudy ask the boy.

The boy shrugs, “Do something scary and I’ll tell you.”

X was a handful from the start. Something Rudy probably should have expected from a culture that hunting wild game was the difference between a man and a boy. X was strong minded and strong willed, which rallied many of the children to his side. Despite Rudy’s attempts to break the boy down. X tried a few disaster escapes on his own without much avail as well and landed him in a more secure cell for it. Most the kids around were scared. Often longing for their homes.

It wasn’t that X didn’t feel homesick for those seven years he was under the Coliseum. He simply held onto the tradition of his people. His father and his father before him told him since he was young, “the people will find their way. They are like the sands in the winds, while they may scatter, they will find their way.” The carried X along, knowing he would find his way. That’s what kept him strong. What kept him going.

Its that strength that had other children step up to the challenge with him. It’s also probably that strength that awakened the power inside X. When he was fourteen going on fifteen he awakened the power that Rudy may have known he could have conjured. A power Rudy wanted to obtain. A little over two years ago before the boy turned fourteen, Rudy tried a different tactic. Instead of scaring the child or trying to break him down he tried to strike up a friendship with the boy instead. Especially since he was becoming the favored in the Coliseum and was quick to learn, picking up his own style of movement and combat.

“Eh kid, how wuldah like to spend sum time in my humble home. Have sum dinnah,” Rudy ask the boy his hair soaked in sweat, red eyes flickering in candlelight.

“You’re the one who makes the rules as I recall,” the teenager replies defiantly.

“Forget sumtimes ya got that smurt mouth,” Rudy replies.

Rudy may have not admitted it back then, but he had a soft spot for the kid. He saw something in him perhaps. Potential. That potential manifested at the age of fourteen with X’s very own Keyblade. And it seemed as soon as he developed his very own Keyblade, the taste of freedom at the tip of his tongue, Viper and Cormack appeared to free him.

Rudy escaped that night. Where X went with Viper and Cormack.

“What’s your name?” Viper ask the young man leading him back to their plane.

“X, just X,” he replies.

Viper and Cormack exchange a look.

That would be the beginning of a complicated relationship. With a stubborn minded individual with the smarts to back it up.

Command Deck
Physical: Sliding Dodge, Quick Blitz
Magic: Thunder, Aero, Blizzard

Notes:
Theme Song

X is albino and experiences some photo sensitivity, thus the shades

[AngelofOctober]

Humble Royalty

Age: 16

Gender: Female

"I promise not to let you down, you can count... -crashing sounds as she slips down the stairs- "

Appearance: Stands at 5'4", weighs 115 lbs

Personality: Uplifting and enjoyable. Fun loving and enjoys the company of other. Gullible naive and lacks wisdom in order to perceive when something is good or bad. Always nice, almost to the point that it's near sickening, but she is empathetic and tries to understand where others are coming from. Doesn't recognize that bad does exist in the world and believes that there is good in everyone's hearts. Loves singing, can sing very well, a bit air headed and has a tendency to be clumsy.

Keyblade:

Flora

Backstory:
She is a princess of the world of Romanscia. Romanscia is a world where no evil exist, instead everyone is nice and optimistic and they have never witnessed a crime in the last thousand years or so. Royalty such as herself are based on what good the rich does for the people. She was forced to leave her home when she developed her keyblade. She misses her home. But when she learns to wield her Keyblade she will go back and be the princess Romanscia deserves.

Command Deck
Princess Command Deck

Physical - Performance, Dance, and Sing

Magic - Cure, Strength Increase with Dance and Sing to Party, Hex with dance and sing to the enemy

Other:
Theme Song - a representation of how she sings too

[Archangel89]

Tenshi

Name: Tenshi

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Keyblade:


Personality: Tenshi is a very determined and sometimes stoic young man who puts his heart and soul into everything that he does weither it be his swordsmanship or his studies into magic. While his exterior may be cold to a certain extent at his core Tenshi cares very deeply for his friends and the Order and would spend all his waking hours doing any and everything to make sure that both stay safe.

Backstory: Fire and flames. For as long as Tenshi can remember that is what his dreams consisted of everything that he knew burning to the ground. In his costal village Tenshi was born an orphan raised by the local monks and taught the basics of education. While the other kids and villagers did their best to make him feel like part of the village there was always a part of him that felt like a bit of an outcast, like he never quite fit in. Life among the monks was a simple one where all there was to do was to do your chores and mind the tennats of the order but something always tugged at Tenshi.

When the darkness came Tenshi was grouped with the other children in the temple waiting for the men of the village to return with conformation that all was well and that life could return to normal. Hours passed and word never came, they waited until finally Tenshi could no longer stand to wait and barged out into the fray that was the outside. What he was met with was a horde of black creatures marching towards the temple and no other adults in sight to help Tenshi was left to wonder why. When he summoned his keyblade for the first time as he swung it a great fireball flew from it and took a number of the black creatures with it however it wasn't enough. As it seemed the creatures were going to overtake him he felt himself transported to another place entirely.

Finding himself in the Land of Departure Tenshi was taken in by Masters Viper and Cormack where they taught him that he was chosen to be a keyblade wielder and that he had already shown talent in the mystic arts. While he honored both masters, Cormack took time and taught him how to wield his magic and the finer points of swordsmanship and in doing so he began to admire Cormack. So when Cormack called on the remaining students to retrieve Viper and the others Tenshi jumped at the oppertunity. He already lost one home and family he would ensure that darkness would not take this one.

~Command Deck~

Physical:
Guard, Dodge Roll, Fire Surge, Fire Strike
Magical:
Fira

Shotlocks:
Command Styles: