Here's my CS. If I need to change anything, let me know and I'll be happy to do so.
“I have to find out who I am...I'm scared, but...what if I'm not even human?”
AppearanceName: Mino
Age: 16
Personality: Mino is a quiet, meek kid. He's socially awkward, having a difficult time making friends. While he is, at heart, a good kid, he's easily misguided, distracted by the opportunity to be accepted by others. This causes him to more than often get involved with the wrong crowd. However, despite that, he has a strong love for his friends and family, the few that he can consider as such. He would do anything to protect them. When he's faced with failure, he suffers from crippling self-pity. Thus, he often ends up devolving into self-doubt and depression when he's faced with decisions between what is right and what gets him included.
Weapon:
Dark RedemptionAbilities: Scan, MP Haste, MP Rage
Spells: Cure, Aero
Destiny's Oath: Dark Desperation (When Mino is weakened enough, his darkness surges out from his body. It forms two sort of attacks, dark tendrils lashing out around his body and striking at enemies while simultaneously forming a shield that is hard to get past around him for a short period of time.)
Trinity Limit: Angel's Triumph (His conflicted powers surge forth, combining into something more. He appears to have two wings of darkness. His Keyblade glows with light as darkness surges over his form in a protective armor. He then unleashes a flurry of strikes and, while the wings fade, the armor remains for a short time afterward to continue defending him. He doesn't have this attack yet, though.)
Sample Post:
”Pfft. Nerd. What the hell do you think you're doing over here?”
“I-I'm going home...is that a pr-problem?”
“Are you trying to be smart with me!?” The young boy was shoved by the larger boy, crashing to the ground. “Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson again...”A groan came from the boy's mouth as he cracked an eye open. He still felt the bruises from his beating. His eyes was probably blackened if the throbbing was anything to go by. As he slowly brought his hands beneath him to push himself back up. His body ached...but that was ignored for the moment in favor of another, more pressing matter.
Where was he?
This wasn't the cobbled streets of his home town. His hands were met with the cool tiles of a roof. He looked off to the side and instantly paled, throwing himself back into the secure tiles that he now was on. He was atop a large clock tower, staring out the square of whatever city he found himself in. The building were in a different style and the city seemed perpetually dark. Of course, all the difference in the world paled in comparison to the height at which he was currently laying. Oh, god, how he hated heights...
After a few moments of cowering atop the roof, he inched his hand to the side, pulling himself towards the rest of the clock tower. His other hand reached forward and grabbed the pair of glasses that had fallen from his face on his entrance to the town. He needed to get down from here and figure out where he was.