[OPEN] -- two years ago;;

[Rion Leingod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] -- RELOADED -- As a member of the proverbial vanguard in Radiant Garden Rion's burden weighed heavy on his shoulders. Wielding a hulking slab of granite he'd crushed the enemies of darkness one night in defense of the people who'd took him in from the streets where they'd found him, and as a result he was heralded as a saint and future savior of the people. Put through the rigorous training of the militia, he'd taken up arms, only to discover that he held the power of light mystically granted to him through whatever means was used to fling him across the world to the Radiant Garden itself. Discovering the power of the keyblade, that of the very heart itself manifested from the light given by some mystical prophecy, he wielded it as a result and soared through the ranks of the guard in a matter of weeks -- but the time was coming where he'd truly be tested and thrust into the world where his fate was that of a struggling anonymity, where his very destiny would be chosen and hard to change. Was it darkness that he'd find, or the courage to face it and become a true hero of light? While there was glints of darkness within it was overshadowed by the light, regardless of his anti-hero complex. Walking down the street on a shining day of the Radiant Garden he noticed one of his residential neighbors, Tom, who gave a merry hello as he approached him. "Good day today isn't it Rion?" "Somethin' like that...kinda hot if you ask me. Everything okay?" "Yearh...ya' know, haunted house and all. Just ta' typical!" "Ah hush. Hah," Rion brushed his nose and started off, heading towards his home. It wouldn't take him long to realize something was amiss. The air was thick and heavy, and though it'd been like that for the past hour or so, it only grew heavier and heavier by the second. The atmosphere was generally clear, but there was a sinister darkness that weighed in hsi heart, one that he could feel growing at an insane rate. "What is that..." Rion murmured, stopping in the middle of the plaza as the travelers and those who wandered rested in the square. Was this an omen? What was to come for those of the Radiant Garden. It was then that he heard the whisper into his ear, light and soft, but wet and painful like venom. "I've found you..." WORDS: ∞ TAGS: #turtles credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[Rion Leingod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] -- RELOADED -- "You okay hunnie, you look a little pale!?" Rion's foster parent, Ellis, whom he considered his grandmother, was a caring woman. She never hurt anyone and she took very good care of Rion even as he recoiled like the beast he'd been in pain against everyone. In the end he'd never been able to escape himself...until she showered him with her motherly love. Once upon a time she'd been a mother of a famous warrior who'd protected the Radiant Garden and it's Kingdom beforei t's terrible fall...but that was all the past. She'd secluded herself until she met Rion, the very facet and imagery of her dead son: Josiah. "T'ch, I'm fine. Had a long day..." "You're sweating, are you sure?" Rion's body was drenched in sweat and the tinge of his skin color was abnormally pale. Every since he'd left home earlier that morning he'd felt like his power was being drained, like he was being pulled backwards into a regressive state of sludge and weakness. Clenching his forehead he leaned over the table, elbows anchoring themselves to support his weight with eyes that closed in annoyance. "Well if you need anything..." After a few moments he was alone again, and the world around him was dark. He could see it, the darkness consuming the Radiant Garden and his lifeless form standing weak against the destruction of everything. Why? What did it all mean? Was this some prophecy that he was unaware of? While he'd had deja vu countless times since having been found sleeping in the Fountain Court, this was by far the most disturbing. Bodies ripped to pieces and their hearts eaten, physically and metaphorically, it was something Rion's mind couldn't bear. He'd never seen or experienced anything like this before. Whipping his hand infront of him the perilous Kingdom Key appeared before him, a blessing from an unknown force, that which he was told to hold off the darkness. It was his job now, to save this place. It was then that the front door open and the armored paladin wrapped in the loins of cloth that spoke regality appeared, the very leader of the militia making himself known in the presence of their home. "Rion! You're here, great, it's time to go!" the old black haired swordsman gawked, slicking his gauntlets through the rows of his greasy hair. "What? What's going on! Wait! Tyrus! Hold on!" "We have to go! I've announced it to everyone and their homes to meet in the center of the Radiant Garden for the announcement and you need to be there! Desperate times calls for desperate measures!" "Okay but--Tyrus! Woah wait!" Rion was yanked by the collar of his admixed crimson and pearl vestment and dragged to where commotion waited, where everything would begin to make sense, and where the beginning of everything would come into place. WORDS: ∞ TAGS: #turtles credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[★ FINAL BOSSU]

"I can promise you power the likes you have only dreamed of... Find me, Rion... I'll be waiting, mortal..."

An eerie voice spoke to you telepathically. Little droplets of sweat trickled down your neck as your palms became clammy from the nervousness you were feeling. This would be the first time such events have transpired to you. You didn't know how to feel -- you didn't know if you could trust this eerie voice or not. The 'hero' in you made it clear not to give in to the temptation, but the 'adventurer' in you couldn't help but have curiosity over such wild clams. Regardless of these feelings, now was not the time to be thinking to much about the matter. As you rushed to the town center, bloody screams of children and women alike echoed through the tightly packed buildings. You'd approach the source of these screams and lay eyes on a pool of looming darkness seeping from the pavement blow. In the center of this darkness resided an elderly women and what seemed to be her grandson. They were surrounded by five little creatures compressed of pure darkness. With erotic movements and bitty yellow eyes, they closely watched the two victims with protruding claws and rolling necks. "Draw your weapon, Rion! This isn't happening just here, but all over Radiant Garden!" Tyrus barked -- drawing his massive blade and adjusting himself into an battle ready stance.

"You may not know who you are, Rion... But I do. Why do you fight for these pitiful mortals? They are below you. Why preserve them when you could easily rule over them? Come to me and I'll make your deepest darkest dreams a reality..."

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^[x5] Shadow(s)

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[Rion Leingod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] -- RELOADED -- "...what?" The happiness and peace had been reduced to chaos and dissonance, and all Rion could do was twitch in fear of the unknown that consumed him. The calm yet stinging whispers, the darkness that enveloped Radiant Garden, and the insurmountable amount of enemies that appeared before him. Yet the valiant spirit that'd been born from the love of those around him and the protection that he'd been given gave him the power to raise his hand, materializing the Kingdom Key that wove itself through his fingertips majestically. Only then could he feel the essence of someone else, something that was at mercy of his control, as if he was not only himself, but someone else all the same. Twirling the hefty keyblade proportionate to his fighting style for a brief moment before aiming it at the front most Heartless that stood in his pathway. Twisting it backwards he slammed his left foot into the ground and heaved himself into it's direction, the keyblade with both hands as it's guide, trailing not too far behind his mass of movement. Behind him Tyrus followed, though not at the speed of which Rion moved, articulately yet obviously inexperienced. The grim expression on his face told the darkness that he indeed was thinking about it's whispers. His soul struggled to dispel the seed of darkness that'd been planted, but to no avail. "Give me a break!" Rion screamed! WORDS: ∞ TAGS: #rion #sora #keyblade credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[★ FINAL BOSSU]

"Yes, that's right, Rion. Give in to the lust -- the desire for violence and destruction. Spill the blood of those beneath you and rule over these peons."

The eerie voice continued to whisper to you telepathically as you vanquished the five bitty eyed monstrosities surrounding the elderly women and her grandson. As you fought, you couldn't help but notice the monsters took a very keen liking to the hefty key weapon within your possession. They attacked you specifically and with relentless force. Luck enough for you, however. You wouldn't be on the field of battle alone. As the black creatures were slayed one by one. Left in their wake would be pulsating purple hearts that slowly ascended to the heavens above. 'Rion! We've no time to just stand around!' Tyrus barked as he ordered the two civilians to get someplace safe. Over your head you'd watch as Avialae esque creatures soared to the town center with flapping wings and alarming numbers. However, you're attention would be averted to little tremors coming from an nearby alleyway. You'd glare in the general direction but would only catch sight of a hunk of blubbery mass before disappearing down the way. 'Tch!' Tyrus sucked his teeth in frustration -- the helpless screams of the citizens all around you two. 'What do we do, Rion?! We can either go to the town center or the alleyway. Regardless of which he choice, we can't save them all...'

"Foolish, simply foolish... Cease wasting your time with these weaklings, Rion and find me... I'll be waiting..."

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^{[DECISION TIME]} Alleyway or Town-Center --

[Rion Leingod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] -- RELOADED -- A feral swing of the keyblade and the Heartless were fell, violet hearts materializing in effervescence in their eerie glow. The beast in his eyes glowed with a darkness that shook Tyrus as he destroyed all in his path, yet the reason of light kept Rion leashed, and his soul of justice wasn't one to be swayed by his curiosity of darkness. He was human just like they were, wasn't he? What right did he have to conquer and rule over those who bled and died the same as himself? Whipping the keyblade to his right once more the tremors and the flying swarm of Heartless above confirmed his suspicions of a takeover from the depths of the abyss themselves. "Foolish, simply foolish... Cease wasting your time with these weaklings, Rion and find me... I'll be waiting..." Anger bubbled underneath the axis of his form, the mass of a vanguard trekking slowly towards the direction of the plaza in hesitation. Would he leave the alley for someone else to deal with? The world couldn't be saved by his hand alone...he'd need more help. But the swarm of Heartless above took precedence, the more they had, the more they could destroy, and the more they could kill. Only a few seconds of hesitation prevailed before he stormed towards the square itself, the action alone conveying his decision to Tyrus who followed. Meanwhile back home his foster mother was just finished making tea before she felt the tremors. It was quite scary actually, an old woman such as herself being shook by something so devastating. Standing there in fear she didn't move, praying that everything was okay. But Rion was in far more trouble than she would've been, or atleast so Tyrus would've thought. Grasping his hefty keyblade tight he whipped it to his forefront once more, charging in full-force towards whatever obstacles awaited him in the area beyond. WORDS: ∞ TAGS: #rion #sora #keyblade credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[★ FINAL BOSSU]

"Why is that you don't answer me, mortal? Perhaps you find my words intriguing thus refusing to believe them? Maybe you're struggling with the inner demons you never realized you had? The human resolve sure is pathetic, is it not, Rion?"

The demonic voice mocked and teased as you rushed towards the town center -- your steps hasty while your eyes remained vigilant. The darkness no longer seeped from the ground, but from everywhere. The looming black miasma seeped from the top of buildings, doors, wells of waters, and even dropped items. You couldn't help but wonder what was the cause behind all this chaos. The rebuilding of Radiant-Garden seemed to be going smoothly over the past few years. Yes, they still see their fair share of Heartless assaults, but it's nothing the vanguard couldn't handle with a few numbers. Now it felt like the odds were completely against them. But these beasts didn't seem to want to consume the hearts of the innocent -- but it almost seemed like they were in search of something or someone... 'Rion! Look out!' Your comrade shouted to you -- pushing you off your feet with a mighty shoulder bump. Left in your wake you'd notice two swooping silver Heartless with flapping wings, sharp beaks, and even sharper claws that glistened in the almighty sun. Behind these two reside two more -- their bird like calls sending chills down your spine. The birds of prey flew death circles above you -- analyzing your stance to find some sort of hole in your defenses. The calls coming from the beasts became more savage with each passing second. It was more than obvious they'd go on the offensive soon. But, what would you do to challenge this?

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^[x5] Avalanche(s)

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[speed perk][1] relentless assault ^LV.1
∞ User can preform an additional basic attack once per turn.

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[Rion Leingod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] -- RELOADED -- An inexperienced knight, Rion was thrust into a critical situation that required careful breakdown and handling. Gripping the keyblade tightly he stumbled after Tyrus' shove, observing the flying beasts that stalked them for the pray that they were. There was a vicious twist of his wrist, and it was then that the beasts descended from above in their voracious descent to the world below, seeking to bury their hatred in Rion's very flesh and blood. Things wouldn't go as expected though, for a mere flash of the keyblade would tear one of the beasts apart. A carefully calculated slash with a frightening velocity tore through the heartless and reduced it to sludge and violet heart fragments. The others blew by, slashing at Rion in defiance. While the others struck the carefully placed keyblade, one managed to actually injure Rion's right shoulder. While painful, he kept his composure. A timeless attack was prepared for their descent once more, and rather than the time before, two were taken out concurrently. His training with the keyblade had payed off effectively. Two flashes of the blade, done by memorization and sheer volume of strength, they were reduced to nothing like the others. "Rion, you've gotten alot better in such a short time..." Whipping the keyblade to his forefront he prepared to finish the last of them while contemplating the words of darkness. Was he truly beyond others? Was it his place to conquer and be beyond the average beings that looked up to him? Was Tyrus no more than a pawn to the bigger picture? Thoughts of curiosity fed the seeds of darkness as Rion continued to struggle against the nigh imminent doom of the Radiant Garden. What would become of him and those he cared about? WORDS: ∞ TAGS: #rion #sora #keyblade credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[★ FINAL BOSSU]

Lost Woods.

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One by one the flying Heartless fell to the majestic key weapon in your possession. However, when one fell, five more took it's place. You'd suddenly find yourself surrounded by twenty-five of these flying monstrosities. You may be proficient in the way of the sword, but the chance of you and your companion making it out of this one alive would be slime to none. The Heartless cackled and mocked you as they circled with gleaming claws and hungry eyes. Suddenly, all twenty-five dove down upon you and the man you were with -- what a cruel fate bestowed upon two respectable vanguards. You could do nothing about this ruthless onslaught. You would close your eyes and hope for a swift trip to the netherworld.

You felt or heard nothing. Were you dead?

You'd open your eyes to see the Heartless suspended in the air -- mere inches away from you and your comrade. "Hmmm." You'd hear the faint hum of a child off in the distance. "Bullies..."The innocent and sweet voice whispered. Suddenly, the Heartless around you would dissipate into a black vapor. The Heartless surrounding you wouldn't be the only group to succumb to this sudden effect. In fact, all the other Heartless plaguing Radiant Garden fell to this effect. The war was over... At least for now. Directly in front of you -- standing upon the ledge of the water fountain resided a small child in leather crow clothing with a bark hat that darkened it's upper face making it almost impossible to see it's facial features. All you could see is it's eerie glowing yellow eyes staring at you with curiosity. The child held some kind of flute in it's hands. It sudden began marching in place while playing a somewhat lovely tone. You'd listen to the music without interrupting the child. Upon finishing, he/she would bow. "TADA!"

[/b][/color] The child looked at you with a playful smile -- it's full brown lips curving upwards with great joy in it's expressions. "Hello." It spoke -- tone playful and cheerful. "Are you ok? Those bullies almost hurt you! I really hate bullies..." It'd continue to speak with child like innocence. "But hey, mister. Will you answer a question?" The innocent aura surrounding this oddly dressed child suddenly became dark and cruel. "Why are you still playing these stupid games? Hurry up and kill these mortals, will ya!" Tyrus took a step forward and pointed his blade towards the child. "What?! Who are you and what are you talking about?! ANSWER ME!" He ordered with a stern voice. The child shot a glare towards the vanguard -- the glare picking him up off his feet and sending him flying into a building down the way. "Shut up, old man! I'm talking to, Rion! Learn your place!" The child whined -- stomping it's foot and flailing it's arms as children tend to do when they don't get their way. Needless to stay, Tyrus took a major blow, but the attack wouldn't be enough to keep him down. "Now, answer my question before I kill you." The child giggled -- a black aura swirling around it's little frame. Something deep down within the pit of your heart told you he/she would do it too. So, what will you do next?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/div]

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^{[DECISION TIME]} Anything goes just be cautious, my friend --

[Rion Leingod]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] -- RELOADED -- Even with the world collapsing around him there was no terror like the fear of losing one's life. It was a foreign emotion he felt, he could tell it'd been ages since he'd felt it regardless of his obvious lack of memories. Shaking with the keyblade in hand he witnessed Tyrus' futile attack and the peerless destruction of the Heartless around him: just what type of dream was this? It was hard to believe, and the omnipotent midget standing infront of him only made things that much ridiculous. Rion never stopped trembling but it was obvious that a certain determination stayed in his eyes, one that told this creature of darkness that he refused to betray his morals. The very people who'd loved him and gave him everything he knew in terms of ideals and wonder were the same folk that'd always be there: and killing or conquering those people would be to succumb to the very savage human nature that'd been chains of his past life. While he didn't know much about himself, he knew that he was guilty of something that he wanted to redeem himself of: and as such he refused to become one of darkness. Instead he'd wield the sword of light. Lifting the keyblade he lowered it nearby the child's head, his eyes never leaving the dark scarlet eyes of his enemy. "This isn't a game! People's lives are at stake ya' brat! Now stop it, make these creatures go away or more people will die!" Rion's fury wasn't fueled by rage but by the sadness that came with the realization that the longer the Heartless existed, the more people died. Even as he threatened the child before him, even Tyrus himself couldn't deny the profuse sweat and trembling stance Rion held in face of certain danger. WORDS: ∞ TAGS: #rion #sora #keyblade credit to ALPHA of GANGNAM STYLE

[Alexander Sullivan]

(Sorry that this post is extremely late, i have lots of reasons and excuses but i'm just going to try and jump in.)

The day had started out being pretty quiet for him, at least quieter than usual. The sun was shining and there didn't seem to be a cloud in sight for most of the morning. Sullivan walked down the busy street with his long black cape and white headband flow behind him. His partner Crescent Rose would occasionally gleam in the sunlight when the cape would lift up just enough for her to be revealed from behind his back where he kept her at all times. She was a beautiful and deadly weapon that he had designed along time ago when he was just a boy learning from an old mercenary who had taught him a lot back then. Usually memories like that one depressed him but remembering that day almost always brought a smile across his face.

He didn't have much to do that day but a little training before dinner and he was heading to his usual spot outside the town where there usually wasn't a lot of locals around to distract him or accidentally get sliced in two or blown apart by a stray shell. As he walked down the old alley way he started to feel a strange heaviness in the air and although it was a clear day everything seemed and felt unusually dark and smothering. He had felt something like this before when he arrived here. That same cold dark feeling of being consumed by that darkness that had transported him here. He pulled out Crescent rose and twirled her around his head as she fully extended and went into scythe mode. He stuck the end of the blade into the old paved alleyway and pointed the barrel down the street toward where he felt the darkness coming from.