CorruptedShadow said
We need more posts.
I was waiting on the other two apprentices to post before me. Mine will be up tonight.
edit; Thanks for a random headache, it'll be up by tomorrow afternoon.
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I was waiting on the other two apprentices to post before me. Mine will be up tonight.
edit; Thanks for a random headache, it'll be up by tomorrow afternoon.
I'm afraid.
An emotion Isadora had let go of long ago made its bed in her frazzled mind as she traveled through the foreign kaleidoscope of a vortex, not knowing where the rapidly-deteriorating gummi ship would take her to next. As much as she would have liked to have had a solid plan as for her going-on three-year journey to find the man Helena spoke so highly of, she didn't. She hated not being in control. All she could do was punch in the next set of random coordinates after coordinates and pray to a god that doesn't exist to her that a world with said coordinates would pop up on a cracked screen. She felt so hopeless--she had felt that way for the past year. She had nothing left besides the name Axeus embedded into her mind. She couldn't go back to the wasteland that was Otherverse even if she wanted to, which she didn't. She would rather be dragged by her short raven-colored locks with her nails digging into the dirt than see the faces of the people she grew to loathe. She didn't want to see any of those useless pigs ever again.
The journey through this vortex was longer than the others. The fraction of the screen meant to display the travel time was blocked out by a rainbow-colored pixelated mess from inverted broken glass. That was actually her fault--everyone gets overly frustrated sometimes. Her amber eyes danced while watching swirls of light and darkness outside the ship intertwine gracefully like a choreographed ballet. Colors of fuchsia, vermilion, and sapphire made their appearances from time to time, but for some reason, it was as if the shade of black was eating every color that wanted its chance to shine in various forms, much like the darkness in her life. It had a way of finding itself during her rare moments of happiness and eating away at it like a savage beast until there was nothing left. Isadora leaned back in the rotting chair she sat in, rubbing her eyes with a free hand. She was quite tired although she wasn't doing much besides waiting for the ship to arrive at its next destination--wherever that may be. At this point, she nearly believed that the fossil of a gummi ship wasn't taking her anywhere anymore, and that maybe she was stuck in this black hole of a vortex. She wondered if she minded if that were the case.
No, I need to find him. There was a reason Helena told me about him.
Her eyelids refused to stay open any longer. Settling into a comfortable position, Isadora drifted off to sleep. Hours later, the gummi ship finally landed. Harshly. Years of breakage after arriving in various worlds was demonstrated as it skid to a stop in the debri of Fallen Jungle. Isadora continued sleeping soundly, not noticing that she had arrived on what would be her last world to be searched. She did, however, jolt her tired eyes open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice:
"Pilot of the gummi ship! You are to follow me to a clearing up ahead. Do not stray from our course or we will bring you down."
The usually cooly composed Isadora scrambled in her seat into an upright sitting position, unable to see out of the gummi ship's windows. Violets and azaleas were smeared across them along with various types of greenery. For a few moments she couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight--it was like a beautiful painting created by a mentally unstable artist. She heard footsteps and her mind returned to its normal state. After admiring the dead flowers, she took a quick look-around at the ship. Whatever it looked like before in terms of deterioration, she knew there was no way it would be able to be used again. Her heart sank. The navigation screen of the ship was now completely broken and useless, so she had no information as to where she landed. If Axeus wasn't here, her three year long journey would have ended prematurely with no closure, much to her displeasure. Whatever hope she had left, she now clung to tightly.
Summoning her Plagued Apostle with one hand and pulling her black hood down to shroud her eyes, Isadora stood and slowly crept out of the ship. She was surrounded by a group of mysterious figures, yet for some reason, that didn't bother her. She didn't feel any sense of uneasiness. As much as she wanted to ask who they were and where she was, she kept her mouth shut and nodded towards who she figured was the leader of said group, keyblade gripped tightly in one hand just in case this turned out to be an ambush.They would probably provide her with the answers she desired without her having to utter a word.
Please be here.
An emotion Isadora had let go of long ago made its bed in her frazzled mind as she traveled through the foreign kaleidoscope of a vortex, not knowing where the rapidly-deteriorating gummi ship would take her to next. As much as she would have liked to have had a solid plan as for her going-on three-year journey to find the man Helena spoke so highly of, she didn't. She hated not being in control. All she could do was punch in the next set of random coordinates after coordinates and pray to a god that doesn't exist to her that a world with said coordinates would pop up on a cracked screen. She felt so hopeless--she had felt that way for the past year. She had nothing left besides the name Axeus embedded into her mind. She couldn't go back to the wasteland that was Otherverse even if she wanted to, which she didn't. She would rather be dragged by her short raven-colored locks with her nails digging into the dirt than see the faces of the people she grew to loathe. She didn't want to see any of those useless pigs ever again.
The journey through this vortex was longer than the others. The fraction of the screen meant to display the travel time was blocked out by a rainbow-colored pixelated mess from inverted broken glass. That was actually her fault--everyone gets overly frustrated sometimes. Her amber eyes danced while watching swirls of light and darkness outside the ship intertwine gracefully like a choreographed ballet. Colors of fuchsia, vermilion, and sapphire made their appearances from time to time, but for some reason, it was as if the shade of black was eating every color that wanted its chance to shine in various forms, much like the darkness in her life. It had a way of finding itself during her rare moments of happiness and eating away at it like a savage beast until there was nothing left. Isadora leaned back in the rotting chair she sat in, rubbing her eyes with a free hand. She was quite tired although she wasn't doing much besides waiting for the ship to arrive at its next destination--wherever that may be. At this point, she nearly believed that the fossil of a gummi ship wasn't taking her anywhere anymore, and that maybe she was stuck in this black hole of a vortex. She wondered if she minded if that were the case.
No, I need to find him. There was a reason Helena told me about him.
Her eyelids refused to stay open any longer. Settling into a comfortable position, Isadora drifted off to sleep. Hours later, the gummi ship finally landed. Harshly. Years of breakage after arriving in various worlds was demonstrated as it skid to a stop in the debri of Fallen Jungle. Isadora continued sleeping soundly, not noticing that she had arrived on what would be her last world to be searched. She did, however, jolt her tired eyes open at the sound of an unfamiliar voice:
"Pilot of the gummi ship! You are to follow me to a clearing up ahead. Do not stray from our course or we will bring you down."
The usually cooly composed Isadora scrambled in her seat into an upright sitting position, unable to see out of the gummi ship's windows. Violets and azaleas were smeared across them along with various types of greenery. For a few moments she couldn't tear her gaze away from the sight--it was like a beautiful painting created by a mentally unstable artist. She heard footsteps and her mind returned to its normal state. After admiring the dead flowers, she took a quick look-around at the ship. Whatever it looked like before in terms of deterioration, she knew there was no way it would be able to be used again. Her heart sank. The navigation screen of the ship was now completely broken and useless, so she had no information as to where she landed. If Axeus wasn't here, her three year long journey would have ended prematurely with no closure, much to her displeasure. Whatever hope she had left, she now clung to tightly.
Summoning her Plagued Apostle with one hand and pulling her black hood down to shroud her eyes, Isadora stood and slowly crept out of the ship. She was surrounded by a group of mysterious figures, yet for some reason, that didn't bother her. She didn't feel any sense of uneasiness. As much as she wanted to ask who they were and where she was, she kept her mouth shut and nodded towards who she figured was the leader of said group, keyblade gripped tightly in one hand just in case this turned out to be an ambush.They would probably provide her with the answers she desired without her having to utter a word.
Please be here.
Should have my post up by tomorrow.
Wayward said
Let's start up with a nomination round and then have the official vote. Maybe everyone nominates a Disney world they'd most like have integrated and we can vote based on that.
Didn't we already do that way back in this thread, though? Everyone suggested worlds that they wanted in the RP, no?
Atlantis, Frozen, and Treasure Planet.
Mike the Bloodwolf said
Who's Sin by the way?
That would be me. Might want to give the other characters you'll be RPing alongside a read.
Character Template:
▷ Basic Information
Name: Isadora
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Otherverse
Affiliation (light, dark, or other): Dark
▷ Physical Information
Appearance:
Casual Attire:
Battle Attire: (ignore the blue sword)
▷ Personal Information
Personality: Isadora is a level-headed woman of a few words. She rarely speaks unless she has something important to contribute--she prefers observing others over engaging with them nine times out of ten. She would likely appear to others as a cold, distant type of person due to her icy vibe, which is quite accurate. She views fellow humans as simply being in her way or just unnecessary. She prefers going off to do things on her own, however, although rare, once she finds a person that she truly can trust and has earned her respect, she gives nothing but respect back. In addition, she is strong both mentally and physically. She refuses to show signs of pain or weakness, as she finds those things to be nothing but petty distractions. As long as she can stand on two feet and fight, she believes that there is nothing one should complain about.
▷ History
Otherverse was a small, dark, and desolate world in which its inhabitants fought to survive on a daily basis. Dirty slums littered the land and the people weren't much to brag about. Although nearly abandoned, the people who roamed the lands had no way of traveling to other better worlds. Isadora was born to a single mother who many years later abandoned her and her younger sister, Delezie by suicide. At only nine years old, Isadora was forced to take on the role of mother for her four year old sister. In that world, the only two options the people had were to die, or find some way to keep going. Unfortunately, it was not uncommon for the people to prematurely end their lives considering the living conditions worsened by the day. There was not a single Keyblade wielder in the world to defend them from Heartless attacks, either--for the people of Otherverse, that was often a blessing in disguise. Well, there was one. An old Key Bearer who had fought alongside the fallen from the war with the World Eater. However, no one knew where she resided, or who she even was. No one spoke of her, and if they did, they didn't have anything nice to say. As the years went on, the girls had been continuously abused, although never separated. Isadora would often offer herself to men in order to make a little bit of munny so that she could feed her sister and herself. She was always strong-willed and vowed to her sister that she refused to give up on life as her fellow people often would. She would keep on a smile no matter how much it hurt--so long as her sister felt safe.
Delezie had always been a weak child, so her death, although heart-breaking for Isadora, was not something she wasn't expecting. Although she tried, she couldn't have prepared herself mentally enough for the day she finally breathed her last in her arms. Sick of the village she lived in, and with a new found hatred for her world manifesting inside her heart, she set out on a journey to find this cowardly Key Bearer. Around a year later, Isadora had nearly given up on her search when she was met with a glowing cave. She had felt a strange attraction to it--the aura surrounding the cave made her feel a strange sense of confusion mixed with sinister thoughts. She heard whispers yet saw no one. Curious, she entered the cave with hesitation figuring she had nothing left to lose. She was then met with the Key Bearer, Helena, who looked as if she was waiting for her arrival for a long time.
Helena showed Isadora her ways for many years, yet never trained her with a Keyblade. She became a sort of grandmother figure to her--their lives were similar in many ways and Isadora felt safe with her. Although Isadora had been angry with her for not protecting the people of Otherverse when the Heartless attacked, she put that aside. The people of Otherverse deserved what came to them--she hated her people. Especially because they couldn't and didn't want to help save Delezie. Besides, Helena was quite old now, so she figured she couldn't do much with her Keyblade now anyway. That thought was confirmed when a swarm of Neoshadows appeared at Helena's cave, showing no signs of mercy for the elder. Helena was able to defeat them with various magic spells, but it was too much for her. Yet again, someone Isadora had formed a bond with died in front of her eyes and she couldn't do anything about it. Darkness surged into her heart accompanied by angry thoughts, wondering why the World Eater she heard stories of didn't swallow this planet, as well. No one here deserved to live. Everyone was a pig. As dark energy swirled within her being, her Keyblade appeared in her clenched fist. Helena had told her stories of a strong Keyblade Bearer named Axeus that was still alive somewhere, so from that day forward, Isadora sought out to find him. Helena had a ship that allowed her to travel to other worlds, and although old, it worked. It would do the job.
After years of traveling, at 24 years old, Isadora finally found him at Fallen Jungle, eagerly awaiting what journey laid ahead.
▷ Battle Information
Weapon:
Abilities:
Notes: Isadora fights in a style that consists of swift attacks and close combat. Once engaged in battle, it can prove to be quite difficult to land a hit on her considering her speed.
▷ Basic Information
Name: Isadora
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Otherverse
Affiliation (light, dark, or other): Dark
▷ Physical Information
Appearance:
Casual Attire:
Battle Attire: (ignore the blue sword)
▷ Personal Information
Personality: Isadora is a level-headed woman of a few words. She rarely speaks unless she has something important to contribute--she prefers observing others over engaging with them nine times out of ten. She would likely appear to others as a cold, distant type of person due to her icy vibe, which is quite accurate. She views fellow humans as simply being in her way or just unnecessary. She prefers going off to do things on her own, however, although rare, once she finds a person that she truly can trust and has earned her respect, she gives nothing but respect back. In addition, she is strong both mentally and physically. She refuses to show signs of pain or weakness, as she finds those things to be nothing but petty distractions. As long as she can stand on two feet and fight, she believes that there is nothing one should complain about.
▷ History
Otherverse was a small, dark, and desolate world in which its inhabitants fought to survive on a daily basis. Dirty slums littered the land and the people weren't much to brag about. Although nearly abandoned, the people who roamed the lands had no way of traveling to other better worlds. Isadora was born to a single mother who many years later abandoned her and her younger sister, Delezie by suicide. At only nine years old, Isadora was forced to take on the role of mother for her four year old sister. In that world, the only two options the people had were to die, or find some way to keep going. Unfortunately, it was not uncommon for the people to prematurely end their lives considering the living conditions worsened by the day. There was not a single Keyblade wielder in the world to defend them from Heartless attacks, either--for the people of Otherverse, that was often a blessing in disguise. Well, there was one. An old Key Bearer who had fought alongside the fallen from the war with the World Eater. However, no one knew where she resided, or who she even was. No one spoke of her, and if they did, they didn't have anything nice to say. As the years went on, the girls had been continuously abused, although never separated. Isadora would often offer herself to men in order to make a little bit of munny so that she could feed her sister and herself. She was always strong-willed and vowed to her sister that she refused to give up on life as her fellow people often would. She would keep on a smile no matter how much it hurt--so long as her sister felt safe.
Delezie had always been a weak child, so her death, although heart-breaking for Isadora, was not something she wasn't expecting. Although she tried, she couldn't have prepared herself mentally enough for the day she finally breathed her last in her arms. Sick of the village she lived in, and with a new found hatred for her world manifesting inside her heart, she set out on a journey to find this cowardly Key Bearer. Around a year later, Isadora had nearly given up on her search when she was met with a glowing cave. She had felt a strange attraction to it--the aura surrounding the cave made her feel a strange sense of confusion mixed with sinister thoughts. She heard whispers yet saw no one. Curious, she entered the cave with hesitation figuring she had nothing left to lose. She was then met with the Key Bearer, Helena, who looked as if she was waiting for her arrival for a long time.
Helena showed Isadora her ways for many years, yet never trained her with a Keyblade. She became a sort of grandmother figure to her--their lives were similar in many ways and Isadora felt safe with her. Although Isadora had been angry with her for not protecting the people of Otherverse when the Heartless attacked, she put that aside. The people of Otherverse deserved what came to them--she hated her people. Especially because they couldn't and didn't want to help save Delezie. Besides, Helena was quite old now, so she figured she couldn't do much with her Keyblade now anyway. That thought was confirmed when a swarm of Neoshadows appeared at Helena's cave, showing no signs of mercy for the elder. Helena was able to defeat them with various magic spells, but it was too much for her. Yet again, someone Isadora had formed a bond with died in front of her eyes and she couldn't do anything about it. Darkness surged into her heart accompanied by angry thoughts, wondering why the World Eater she heard stories of didn't swallow this planet, as well. No one here deserved to live. Everyone was a pig. As dark energy swirled within her being, her Keyblade appeared in her clenched fist. Helena had told her stories of a strong Keyblade Bearer named Axeus that was still alive somewhere, so from that day forward, Isadora sought out to find him. Helena had a ship that allowed her to travel to other worlds, and although old, it worked. It would do the job.
After years of traveling, at 24 years old, Isadora finally found him at Fallen Jungle, eagerly awaiting what journey laid ahead.
▷ Battle Information
Weapon:
Abilities:
- Guard
- Berserk -- Isadora grows stronger the more damage she takes.
- Vortex -- Isadora closes the distance to nearby enemies with this powerful spinning attack.
Notes: Isadora fights in a style that consists of swift attacks and close combat. Once engaged in battle, it can prove to be quite difficult to land a hit on her considering her speed.
Sorry--I'll be getting my sheet up by tonight or tomorrow. Been pre-occupied with other things.
I'd love an Atlantis & Frozen world. Another I'd suggest would be Toy Story, maybe? An actual Hercules world that involved the Hydra and gods would be cool, too.
I'll also reserve a spot for Dark Apprentice.
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