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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

✼Sex: Male
✼Faction: Organization XIII
✼Age: Unknown, appears in his late 20's
✼Height and Weight: 6'5", 185 pounds
✼Eyes: A pair of Orange Eyes who show no sign of any real emotion within
✼Hair: Long silver hair that reaches about the middle of his back. Around the middle of his head, a large part of it is pushed back and sticks out in points, while the hair that is around his forehead is pushed to each side of his face, making no loose strands block his view
✼Extra: Has tanned skin and a black coat that has always been a traditional Organization requirement.

PERSONALITY

Being the founder of Organization XIII and apparently the oldest of Nobodies, Xemnas is truly emotionless and does not even remember what it was like to have these feelings. He claims that this allows him to have a clear understanding of the heart, but in reality this has warped his mind into believing that only anger, hatred, and other negative emotions make up a heart. His lack of emotion deprives him of remorse over his actions. The only thing he truly cares about is Kingdom Hearts and his desire for power. However, on some occasions, he has appeared to value friendship, as he is shown to converse with the armor of Aqua in the Chamber of Repose, although this is likely due to the influence of Terra within him. In other matters Xemnas speaks with calmness and deep authority. He has a tendency to be overly melodramatic making long-winded speeches, exaggerating his false rage and sorrow with wide sweeping arm movements and hand gestures, like many villains. While ridiculous in nature, his exaggerations are representations of his lack of emotion. He's very intelligent overall, and knows how to manipulate others.

With his recent revival thanks to his Keyblade Armour, more elements of both Master Xehanort and Terra have arisen in his personality. In particular, Xemnas has come to remember more Keyblade Lore from both of them, allowing him further understanding as to his 'true' past that always eluded him. Despite his continued lust for power and domination thanks to the Master Xehanort within him, Xemnas has started to develop some understanding of emotions. With a surge of Terra's memories, Xemnas has come to understand the value in friendship that the warriors of Light had, which has helped him bring in a few replacement Organization members, though he still generally thinks of them as disposable.

BIOGRAPHY

Much of his past has already been known by many after the defeat of the Organization, but the true mystery had lied in how he survived. In the final battle between the warriors of Light, Xemnas faded into darkness, making him the last Organization member to fall. But, in truth, the area where he had reappeared had been the Chamber of Repose, alongside what remained of Aqua's Armour. His defeat had been postponed solely due to the fact that he had possessed the hearts of so many beings within him, alongside his own Keyblade Armour at the time, that he avoided certain oblivion.

But the damage had been more than done. The beam of light that shot through him released all the hearts, but at the same time it had released the memories that once laid dormant within him. The shadows of doubt and lost memories were pushed away and once they retreated, his 'true' memories lied bare for him. Knowledge of his past and plans as an old Master expanded his mind and explained to him of his intentions, but the heart-rending truth of whom he once was also laid there before him in a way he had no expected. The being that was once Terra had lost his body to Xehanort, but the memories and emotions within had managed to taint the vessel in ways he fully understood now. The illusion of Ventus that the Superior saw within Xion and Roxas, the strange attachment that he had to the doll and boy, was explained to him finally. In what seemed like an eternity, the Superior could've said that he may have felt...sadness....over what had happened, but it faded away rather quickly as the void within him remained. Memories did not make a heart alone, Xemnas still was devoid of one and now he was without an Organization.

As luck would have it, little had changed since the defeat of the Organization. People still lost their hearts to the darkness, Nobodies were still being born, and his reformation of the destroyed group quickly began. After spending some time working in the darkness and accumulating several new Nobodies into his group, though he would take long absences to his personal Chamber of Repose, leaving the group to go about to find others on their own. Now that he felt the Keyblade War is soon approaching, he schemes to push the proper things in order.

MAGIC/SKILLS

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KEYBLADE or WEAPON

Keyblade or Weapon Name → Xemnas's signature weapon, Ethereal Blades are beams of solidified Nothingness which act according to Xemnas's will, allowing him to hold them without a hilt or handle. He can summon or dismiss them at will, and uses them primarily as bludgeoning weapons. The Ethereal Blades can also be used as projectiles and can suspend themselves in midair around a target before falling in on them. As bludgeoning weapons Xemnas can use these weapons alone to great affect, with extreme skill and finesse capable of defeating almost any opponent.

As the Supreme Leader of the Organization, Xemnas can summon any and all Nobodies at will. In practice, Xemnas can summon up to 13 Lesser Nobodies at a time, in any combination. The more advanced enemies that he preferably keeps for more advanced missions or punishments are Twilight Thorn and his Castle Dragon, but he rarely uses the last one unless he were to become serious in battle.

Keyblade or Weapon Appearance → Ethereal Blades, Lesser Nobodies

Weapon Gesture → When ready for battle, the signs of sparks appear along his hands and sleeves. His hand gestures usually reveal what sort of technique he'll use.

How did you find it? → As an apprentice to Ansem the Wise, the student possessed no memories, thus leaving a void in his life. After having delved into the strength of one's heart and having full knowledge of it, after he became a Nobody, the void in his memory became his power.

OTHER

[ Whatever else you would like to make note! ]

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* » SILENCE! YOUR KING, XEMNAS SPEAKS!
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■ The Superior
■ Late Thirties
■ Male
■ Land of Departure/Radiant Gardens
■ One of the XIII Xehanort's
■ Heterosexual
■ Unknown
■ Ethereal Blades




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■ Power, Deluded Fools, A plan coming together, and Nobodies
■ Weaknesses, Setbacks, Warriors of Light, and Old Memories
■ Losing his grip upon Terra's body(whatever remains of it)
■ N/A
■ Aqua's Armour
■ Lions
■ Speeches, Persuasion, Intellect, and his Powers




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"Out with the old and brittle vessel, and in with a younger, stronger, new one!"

The boy's darkness had become a perfect place for the old man to place his heart within. He had the determination, the strength, and the emotions to plunge himself as deep into the darkness as the old Master had planned, and at the perfect time as well. Master Xehanort had used his keyblade to release his heart, abandoning his shell, and it found its home within the young Terra's body. Though the boy had tried to shield himself by using his armour, it was far too late, and his heart had been consumed by the darkness that only listened to Xehanort's mastery over it.

His first breath had been one of renewal and of strength. The invigorating youth the boy had, the potential, had made him the perfect choice. And as he abandoned the armor of the pathetic pupil who had all but lost, Xehanort found himself unable to leave the battlefield to witness the X-blade having been formed. Whatever remnants of Terra had remained had been scarred into the boy's armour, which refused to let him leave, and for Xehanort it was an annoyance. But a good time to test his new body. Much to his surprise, adapting to Terra's frame had been difficult, as he hadn't mastered every fiber of his body or knew what he was capable of. He was strong, but not strong enough to defeat the armour at the time. In his last moments, Xehanort knew that the defeat would cause his heart and Terra's body to fall apart, so he needed somewhere to bring himself back in control, and thus he escaped to Radiant Gardens after his defeat by the Lingering Sentiment.

As the body had yet to accept his heart fully, Xehanort found himself in a mild state of amnesia within Radiant Gardens. The sound of the water eased the tense muscles and brought nostalgia to his body for unknown reasons. A reminder of his time where Ven, Aqua, and himself once teamed up having been an illusion which his body did not understand or could not decipher. It simply wanted to be here, but for why? For who? The answers came to him in the form of a young woman, who called out his name. A title to his existence. But as he looked at her, parts of his body had also wanted her. What did he seek? Was it friendship...was it to reach her level of mastery....or was it love? As he reached out, his fingers found themselves wrapped around her slender neck. Parts of his heart echoed where he could have sworn he knew her, but then that light had been consumed all to quickly. He released her and Xehanort had regained his power over the boy's body. The Old Master knew fully well that if Aqua had remained, it meant that Vanitas or Ven must have either been spared or destroyed, to which he found annoyance. It was another setback, but still something worth salvaging, and thus he tried defeat this pest of Eraqus once and for all.

Still, the body resisted. Unable to accept another defeat, Xehanort had plunged Terra's body into the deepest darkness and made it take shape in the form of his Guardian. Despite Eraqus having trained two failures in Ventus and Terra, Aqua proved to be capable and without a bit of darkness within her heart. A worthy master, Xehanort thought, but her meddling attempts to cause Terra's heart to return were proving hard for the man to take. At the end of it, Aqua did manage to bring back a bit of Terra's light from within, causing his body to freeze, but Xehanort would not allow his plan to fall apart around him. He'd risk it all on a gamble that his darkness would reign supreme and his knowledge surpassed all. And so, it was that with his keyblade, the old man stabbed himself and thus locked away both their hearts until the dispute was handled. But then something unexpected happened.

Aqua had saved Xehanort from the darkness, dooming herself in the process.

And so, Xehanort's amnesia had remained permanent as he was brought to Radiant Gardens to live out his life. The youth had little understanding of his previous self, or who he was, but he knew that there was this Armour that came with him and Braig, who clung around him like a friend. Though, he had his suspicions about the strange guard who claimed that studying under the old man would bear some fruit. He took the advice, taking up apprenticeship under Ansem the Wise.

As far as Xehanort was concerned, a lack of memories was no excuse to slack on his research of the heart. There were some, like Master Ansem, who thought his interest in the heart was unhealthy. An obsession, he called it. The foolish old man wanted him to focus on regaining his memories, and oftentimes interrupted him just when he felt close to a breakthrough.

People called him Ansem the Wise. Xehanort saw him differently. The man was a mockery of his profession. His experiments were weak. They lacked passion. Ansem put safety above results, allowing the results to suffer greatly. How could it be called research when so little was learned? How could Ansem call himself wise when he knew so little? The man treated Xehanort like nothing. He disregarded his natural talents, even going so far as to scold him for his methods.

It was a short time after that, after Ansem had banned him from experimenting and forced him into menial tasks instead, that he found himself outside the castle in the middle of a downpour, trying to shield his groceries with the large black umbrella he’d brought with him.

It was then that he found the two boys who would ultimately lead to his downfall.

Isa and Lea didn’t seem very noteworthy when he first saw them. On the contrary, they were so unremarkable that he seriously considered simply passing them by and letting them soak themselves in the rain. It wasn’t until he caught a flash of darkness in the blue-haired boy’s heart that he slowed down, stopped, and even offered to walk them home.

He didn’t know where the power had come from, but Xehanort had always had the ability to sense the state of others’ hearts. Pure hearts were rare, but even rarer were those with a touch of true darkness. Even just the smallest bit, like in Isa’s heart, was precious. Xehanort knew he wanted to study this boy and his heart further. He wanted to see if that darkness could be coaxed out, until it was so big it filled his entire being.

Of course, he also proceeded to test the other apprentice's as well and cost them their hearts. They became beings devoid of emotion, but in exchange received more power than they could fathom. On that night, he too was lost.

If you asked him, though, he would only say it was a complete success.


As a Nobody, Xemnas had been born out of the apprentice Xehanort, the knowledge of the Old Master, and Terra's Body. With his mind alone, he convinced those who had knew their hearts had been lost that they were void - an accident. They were not meant to exist, despite wishing to, and so he poisoned their minds into thinking that there was a path to Redemption. Those, so close on the edge of losing everything, always fell for the belief that there was a way to regain something lost. Thus, Organization XIII had been made, formed out of the apprentices that he saw were fully capable, and they began their work. The first was to find a way to collect hearts, which was proving difficult given that their weapons would not release hearts, but Vexen had made means for them to collect hearts, albeit slowly. Xemnas knew that they would need a keyblade, but being that the Land of Departure was gone, none had remained and so he waited on Destiny. Time would be his ally and he had all of eternity to wait.

More members came together, until all of them were collected under one banner, and the Nobodies had grown in number. Xemnas assumed that his Heartless half was working already on making worlds fall to darkness, which increased the numbers of Nobodies made, but it wasn't until he set his eyes on finding Ventus that the man found matters proving difficult. Castle Oblivion had been made, Eraqus' manner of protecting all the secrets within, and Xemnas found himself at a loss on the castle. Whether it was Terra's influence to find his long lost friend or Xehanort wanting to find his X-blade apprentice, it would remain unknown to both Xigbar and Saix.

And then came a peculiar sight that he was not prepared to see. His heartless had approached him, while no one had been around, and mentioned that he was in possession of one keyblade wielder, Riku, and that there lied another who had just lost his heart. Xemnas moved appropriately, finding the Nobody, only to find his apprentice staring back at him. Ventus was the Nobody. His friend - his student - staring back at him like he had not aged a minute from when he had last seen him. Somewhere in his core, Xemnas thought that he felt a sense of joy, but he disregarded it as sentiment from a body long seeped in darkness. Giving him the name of Roxas, Xemnas went to meet the strong heart that had been Sora under the guise of a cloaked figure, testing his abilities. They were still raw and impure, but had potential if he managed to keep a form even without his body. After that, he assigned Roxas to his group and set him off for training under Saix's commands.

Destiny would play its hands further.

Namine had been found within their other base, a peculiar Nobody, but someone that Vexen had grown interested in. Xemnas explained that Roxas and Sora had to be manipulated into becoming their servants if they were to complete Kingdom Hearts, and the mad scientist had taken up the role of creating Replicas with the help of the Memory Witch. Xion had been formed out of the fruit of that labour, at the cost of most his members and the death of the scientist, but Xemnas saw no change in his plans. If both Sora and Namine were within the castle, then she would likely attempt to reform his damaged memories, and if he were to use Xion to harbor some, then he could very well make Roxas expendable. A good plan, but he hadn't expected interference. Both Roxas and Xion were lost.

And then Sora came back into the fold. Xemnas had planned to use the boy once more to collect hearts, but that ended up with the foolish members wiping out their own lives against him. And then the ultimate act, the destruction of his own Kingdom Hearts, had thrown Xemnas back into turmoil. He would need to start anew...He would need to survive the battle against Sora and Riku, to which he did not.


Much of his past has already been known by many after the defeat of the Organization, but the true mystery had lied in how he survived. In the final battle between the warriors of Light, Xemnas faded into darkness, making him the last Organization member to fall. But, in truth, the area where he had reappeared had been the Chamber of Repose, alongside what remained of Aqua's Armour. His defeat had been postponed solely due to the fact that he had possessed the hearts of so many beings within him, alongside his own Keyblade Armour at the time, that he avoided certain oblivion.

But the damage had been more than done. The beam of light that shot through him released all the hearts, but at the same time it had released the memories that once laid dormant within him. The shadows of doubt and lost memories were pushed away and once they retreated, his 'true' memories lied bare for him. Knowledge of his past and plans as an old Master expanded his mind and explained to him of his intentions, but the heart-rending truth of whom he once was also laid there before him in a way he had no expected. The being that was once Terra had lost his body to Xehanort, but the memories and emotions within had managed to taint the vessel in ways he fully understood now. The illusion of Ventus that the Superior saw within Xion and Roxas, the strange attachment that he had to the doll and boy, was explained to him finally. In what seemed like an eternity, the Superior could've said that he may have felt...sadness....over what had happened, but it faded away rather quickly as the void within him remained. Memories did not make a heart alone, Xemnas still was devoid of one and now he was without an Organization.

But his existence was void and he was struggling to remain. Sooner or later, he would fade away into the abyss, but having been gained a second chance, he felt renewed. Now, he lies as one of the leaders of the XIII Order to which Xehanort had planned so much.

■ Being the founder of Organization XIII and apparently the oldest of Nobodies, Xemnas is truly emotionless and does not even remember what it was like to have these feelings. He claims that this allows him to have a clear understanding of the heart, but in reality this has warped his mind into believing that only anger, hatred, and other negative emotions make up a heart. His lack of emotion deprives him of remorse over his actions. The only thing he truly cares about is Kingdom Hearts and his desire for power. However, on some occasions, he has appeared to value friendship, as he is shown to converse with the armor of Aqua in the Chamber of Repose, although this is likely due to the influence of Terra within him. In other matters Xemnas speaks with calmness and deep authority. He has a tendency to be overly melodramatic making long-winded speeches, exaggerating his false rage and sorrow with wide sweeping arm movements and hand gestures, like many villains. While ridiculous in nature, his exaggerations are representations of his lack of emotion. He's very intelligent overall, and knows how to manipulate others.

With his recent revival thanks to his Keyblade Armour, more elements of both Master Xehanort and Terra have arisen in his personality. In particular, Xemnas has come to remember more Keyblade Lore from both of them, allowing him further understanding as to his 'true' past that always eluded him. Despite his continued lust for power and domination thanks to the Master Xehanort within him, Xemnas has started to develop some understanding of emotions. With a surge of Terra's memories, Xemnas has come to understand the value in friendship that the warriors of Light had, which has helped him bring in a few replacement Organization members, though he still generally thinks of them as disposable.

■Out of all of the Organization members, Xemnas is the one who controls the element/attribute of…Nothing. As strange and illogical as it sounds, however, the nothingness comes in a form of something tangible. A sort of energy, more or less, potent enough to injure or fatally wound anyone/anything he fights against. It can change shape and consistency; for example, energy can be shaped into projectiles or stretched to form barriers. Said barriers can either block the opponent (wall), protect him from harm (sphere), or do harm to the opponent (sphere). Due to its odd and defiable nature, it can also be manipulated to let the Nobody phase through solid matter with ease.

Besides the element/attribute, the Nobody dual-wields sword-like weapons called Ethereal Blades. They just…appear, and can vary in length depending on the distance between the opponent and himself. In fact, he is quite skilled with these weapons; combat in general happens to be at the same level as all the research he was doing during his 'Somebody' days.

Name of Ability: Omniblast
Description:The user will surround the opponent with Ariel Blades, and will fire on command until the opponent either survives or gets skewered. The opponent can block some.

Name of Ability: Void Tendrils
Description: Shoots out tendrils from his palm towards his opponent, which either immobilize or wrap around the enemy. Reversal can be used to those who are skilled.

Name of Ability: Spark Wall
Description: The user creates on impassable wall, made of nothingness, in between the user and the opponent. The wall will fade when the user passes through the wall.

Name of Ability: Invitation to Nothingness
Description: The user can only used, when there are two opponents. The user catches one of their enemies, with wires of Nothingness, draining the hit points of the captured opponent. The opponent's ally must fight the user's clones, to save their ally.

Name of Ability: Reality Warping
Description: With the ability of the void, Xemnas forms his own small pocket dimension with whomever he captures within it and can create it to his desires. Though he cannot form entire worlds with it, he can make a small patch of land and a singular skyscraper if need be, or just abandon the illusion and show the world for what it is such as the white void where he fought Riku and Sora within.

Name of Ability: Nobody Summon
Description: With mastery of nothing, he rules over everything. All Nobodies that either exist or yet to be created bend to his will, but those with bodies serve special purposes to him. Otherwise, the chaff serve under him loyally without any will of their own.

Name of Ability: Teleport
Description: What seems like his body instantly teleporting is just simply his mastery over short bursts of speed, which enables him to either continue his combination attacks or to escape continued blows.

Name of Ability: Telekinesis
Description: Within his Reality Warping, Xemnas seems capable of throwing buildings at his opponents if need be. They are capable of being cut if one's heart is strong enough.

Name of Ability: Keyblade Armour
Description: Summons a protective armour over his body, symbolizing how he is King over all Nobodies.






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■ N/A
■ Keyblade Armour
■ "L'Oscurita dell'Ignoto"
■ Single
■ Hate and Anger are Supreme.

[Minoshiya]

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[Minoshiya]

*` ) ━ WHEN YOU WALK AWAY
YOU DON'T HEAR ME SAY
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* » MY NAME IS CAELUM BRENT
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■ Cael
■ Thirty-one
■ Male
■ Unknown
■ One of the XIII Xehanort's
■ Heterosexual
■ N/A
■ Twin-Swords




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■ Caelum loves adventure, loving the thrill and fame it brings. He does enjoy flirting and being playful with other people, either by annoying them or complimenting them for the fun of it. Loves over the top action moments or making sculptures with his powers when other people are looking. He does appreciate a high level of friendship and loyalty, whether its to him or between other people, which may make him a bit of a friendly character at first.
■ Spicy Foods, people who boast more than he does, preachers, and the heat.
■ Losing someone special is his greatest fear, which relates to his wife. The fact that he would hate being hated by someone he values is strange, given his crimes. Complete utter solitude is what he despised the most once his wife disappeared, which was the main reason for him being so easily manipulated. And having no emotions would be his greatest fear since he knows his place as a piece of Xehanort, though he hopes to still have control over himself.
■ Popsicle and Frozen foods
■ His Wife
■ Despite his affinity for ice, Cael does favour fish, preferring the more tropical kind
■ Skilled Tactician, Swordsman, Ice Magic, Insults




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　　The sage cries out.
　　“Open, Gates of heaven. Bless us and bestow miracles upon us!”
　　The sage cries out in regret.
　　“Close, Gates of heaven. Save us from all our sins and evil!”
　　The curtain closes.
　　The millennium comes to a standstill.
　　Our dreams, our hope... was a forbidden “failure” from the start.
　　The stars fall out of the sky.
　　Space closes up into nothingness.
　　The pathway to the center is shrouded along with our sins.

Long ago, when war had brought the world to the brink, a God and Goddess descended from the heavens. Through their magic, these Gods bestowed peace upon the world. We called them "Guardians" and they became the objects of our worship.
- Epitaph of Keepers -


The World is vast—and the worlds within the greater World, uncountable. Like little islands, they dot a great Ocean Between which keeps them ignorant of each other, uncorrupted. Each world had its own order. In this one small world, closer to the darkness than the rest, the Heartless were an all knowing threat. The Citizens lived humble lives, never waging war and living within a democracy, but as soon as these strange creatures came, things began to change. Paranoia struck the world as Friends became bitter enemies, blaming one another for the reasons for these strange creatures appearing, and soon battles began to occur. Without a way to defend themselves, the world would have surely perished, whether through the heartless or through the hearts of men.

And then a miracle had occurred, unlike anything ever experienced within such a small world, where two people who had no origin had appeared. One such person was a beautiful Goddess, whose very powers had brought down the black-winged demons from the skies to the to fall submissively to the ground and made the other black creatures kneel before her in her dominion over Gravity Magic. The brave God, had walked across a lake which poured out darkness and froze the very layer of it with his Ice Magic. To the citizens which had never been exposed to such magic or knew of it, this was their miracle and quickly gave themselves to these two Saviors. The land was saved, and thus a monarchy was created based on these two families.

The truth as to whether they came from another world perished with the founding members, as they never told their future children, but passed on the magics they knew. As Generations of children continued to forget their ancestor's past, many just accepted the solid truth that this was their own world and there was no other. The Goddess' family was known as 'Saints', while the God's were 'Abysswalkers' and both continued to keep the heartless as bay for as long as people could remember. The citizens worshiped these two monarch families, but as time went on, eventually the childish side of their hearts showed, mainly in Caelum and Eveline. The two clans who have always respected each other had been surprised when the first meeting between their kids ended up in a debate as to whom was the better clan.

Despite the initial meeting, the two families continued to meet and kids often met each other. As time went on, the decision was made to unite the two clans, bringing greater unity between the two families and bringing the monarchy under one banner. The world would fuse their worship for both clans into one King and one Queen. Once the two had become old enough, the decision was made and neither one had any say about it. The two friends became married, which at first was a difficult decision, but eventually they became fond of each other amongst their squabbles. Caelum's inherent bravery and recklessness combined with Eveline's calm and noble tone balanced the two, making them the perfect match. And with the dark creatures always being a threat, united they were able to keep them at bay and earn the citizens love and respect.

But, then a tragedy had occurred without cause or reason. While the King was in another location, Eveline had fallen into a deep sleep and never awoke. Once this news hit him, he arrived back at their castle only to find his wife in the same condition as the rumours were said to be. Eveline would not wake up, no matter what he tried or how long he waited. The doctors did not know what was wrong with her, nor did Caelum, and for once, despite all his grand powers and authority, the King felt powerless. But then someone had approached, an old man, who claimed that there was a way of curing the Queen, which Caelum became instantly obsessed with. If there was any chance of saving her, Caelum would do it, because he was so blindly devoted to her. But the man claimed the price would be steep, which Caelum disregarded, until he heard what it was: The Hearts of the People.

"You see them so blindly worshiping their lives to you both, yet do you think they will care about her if she were to perish? The answer is 'No', my boy. They may use you because you have the ability to protect them, but once the threat is gone, do you think you will hold any value to them? Tell me...how would you value her life to that of those you rule over? Compared to her, are they not worth the one you love? What good is a King, without a Queen? What are you...without her?"

Caelum's initial resistance faded upon hearing those words from the cloaked old man. How much did he value his love over the people? There was no scale in the world that could ever give him the answer. To the world she may have been one person, but to Caelum she was the world. The idea of living without her was too much for him, and so he gave in to the idea, and asked the old man to teach him. Despite the ritual seemingly having sounded complicated in his mind, Caelum was surprised when the old man just had asked him to merely open his heart in order to be given the ability he so wanted. The Monarch closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the sole desire that he wanted to save his wife no matter what, and in that dark wish, a sudden feeling of darkness had swept over him. Opening his eyes, Caelum saw the old man holding a strange blade, which he had never seen before and disregarded at the time, but was told that he would have the ability to extract hearts out of those he defeats, for a short time. After that, The King had begun a dark chapter in the history of his forgotten world.

How many lives were lost in that single decision? What begun as a great purge ended into a giant revolt against the supposed Mad King. Caelum was alone, but in his loneliness he found resolve, always with the thought that with every life disappearing and every heart liberated, he was that much closer to Eveline. To him, it was worth the price, and he did not care on how it needed to be done because he was so frightened. The people who once saw the God's family as protectors suddenly realized that, at the same time, oblivion could also be handed down at any given moment. Some gave their hearts with ease, believing so religiously to their Saint, that it was an easy process, while others took up the blade and fought back. But there was so little resistance to fight back. Against magic, most people were swept away with ease, frozen into place as their hearts were pulled out one by one and brought back to Eveline. The old man praised his fortitude for the job, but Caelum did not seek praise in the vile act he had done, just the desire to get his wish fulfilled.

Luckily, it was not an idle boast. Eveline did indeed awaken after being given numerous hearts, but her eyes were of a different colour, matching his own golden ones now, but that did not matter. Their first embrace and her warmth told him that it was indeed her, and that was all he wanted. When Caelum tried to talk to the old man again, he was gone, and thus the only inhabitants of the world were only the single King and Queen. Alone.

Eveline was horrified upon discovering what Caelum had done. Saddened that he would go far, to the point that it broke both their hearts, but she could not help but accept him for what he was - what he became for her sake. To deny him now would mean to leave him entirely alone in a world where there was no one left. And so, the two only had one another left. Neither one had the will to live without the other, yet neither one had the will to continue living because of what has become of them. Eventually, the dark creature - the heartless as the old man called them - began to swarm in numbers as neither Caelum or Eveline saw a reason to protect the homeland anymore. And then, the world became swallowed by darkness, but they were together even then, in death. This would be their forever.



But time had to be rewinded in this sense. Young Xehanort had taken both of them, knowing they were vessels of Xehanort for his plans, and brought them to the current timeline. For you see, Xehanort's test with these two subjects had been the starting point to something much bigger, before he even began his plans with Ventus. Caelum was Xehanort's first attempt at placing a piece of his heart within a man, wishing to see if he could instill the power to extract hearts from bodies in order to further his goals in the future. While, Eveline, being a woman who he had actually taken the heart from, sought to use her as a container just in case he were to put all 7 lights into one body. In case his Keyblade War were to ever fail, he could just as easily take the hearts out of the heroes and put them into one vessel, and thus use that vessel to create the X-blade - whether they were Princesses of Light or the Guardians themselves. Even if Caelum and Eveline did perish, their roles would be fulfilled given time....

■ Caelum is what most would expect from a King who had a privileged life: kind, honest, brave, strong, flirty, and at times zealous. While he does try to solve a conflict through diplomatic means – he’s not naïve and knows that power is sometimes necessary to quell an opposing force. He can be a dreamer, but he’s not thrown off by reality. His heart does lose its conviction at times though, for the personal ideals he holds and what his family expects from him can at times conflict. And in turn, his heart and mind become conflicted. If his heart and mind are not in sync, it does throw him off. Despite this, he does still fight with loyalty for his friend. He would never betray it, but he does sometimes wonder if his “greater good” is a tad narrow. Caelum still looks for that one deed that will make his existence concrete – that one gallant conquest that will immortalize him in the eyes of his father.

Caelum is perhaps what you would call a bit of a megalomaniac. He tends to think that he can do anything and his ideal of 'the sun never sets on a bad a**' often puts him in dangerous situations that he could have easily avoided. He's very forward, and a sort of 'beat things up ask questions later' guy. However, he is incredibly motivated and will do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals.

■ Cael is a master ice user, as expected from a bloodline which only uses such magic. Whether its long distance or close, he is fully capable of defending himself against most enemies. Most of his weaknesses as a normal human being dissipated once he inherited a piece of Xehanort's heart within him. Fueled by Darkness and his Ice Magic, the man single-handedly was capable of taking on hundreds of armed soldiers, Caelum became a force to be feared. Despite his abilities, the male is inexperienced when fighting with other magic users, as he has been moreso used to dealing with heartless and people in general. He is also prone to being lured into attacking if someone provokes him, since his ego gets the best of him at times. He is at his most dangerous when given support by Eveline, since the two have mastered combining their attacks together in harmony.

Arctic Dungeon: Releases a magical orb that suddenly encapsulates an area, freezing the walls and floor. Caelum uses this to make sure that no one can retreat from battle or receive assistance.

Ice Barrier: Creates a ball of around him in order to avoid magic and physical attacks. Can be broken down if attacked enough.

Icicle Spike: Stabs the floor with his sword, causing a large glacier to erupt from below his enemies.

Sinister Hail: Glacier balls form which he then slashes with his swords, causing sharp shards of ice to be sent towards his opponents.

Raw Shock: Swords disappear and hands begin to glow. He will approach his enemies and attempt to grab them, freezing their entire bodies. Can be lethal without allies to save the trapped person, as then they would be vulnerable to other attacks.

Absolute Zero: Stabs his sword in the ground and causes patches of ice to form on the ground, leading to people slipping on the floor.

Ice Blades: Infuses his swords with more power, causing ice coating along both weapons that makes them have longer range. Though this has temporary usage depending of how many hits or clashes with other weapons he has tends to chip away.

Frozen Heart: Once trapped in his 'Raw Shock' move, Caelum approaches his target and then uses his hand to pull out the heart from the body. This process takes a moment, ultimately killing whomever is trapped, and is fatal if not prevented by allies.




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■ Wife is Eveline Brent.
■ N/A
■ "Stray" - The Exies, "Cyclone" - 12012
■ Married
■ Assumes to be the first shard of Xehanort, though he is in fact the second.

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My Birth Certificate States || Mathias Blackmoor
But I prefer || Tide Master, Matty No, Mom
And I was born || Twenty-five years ago
Isn't it obvious? || Male
Do you really want to know? || Former Gym Leader

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My Powerful Team ||

Milotic
Milotic
Female
Shed Skin
Protective, Playful, Dignified, Experienced, Pacifist
Aqua Ring - Aqua Tail - Surf - Hail - Attract - Rain Dance
Heart Scale





Cornwall
Kingdra
Male
Sniper
Old, Impatient, Snooty, Cunning
Water Gun - Bubblebeam - Surf - Waterfall - Scald - Dragon Pulse
Life Orb





Nola
Wailord
Female
Oblivious
Empty-headed, Dense, Slow, Affectionate
Surf - Hydro-Pump - Rest - Dive - Amnesia - Whirlpool






This is how I roll || Water Types

The Reason To My Being || Mathias was a trainer from the small town of Cerulean city. He is the son of Miguel Blackmoor, a famous man and owner of the local Bicycle shop chain. Though he was raised by his father, his mother, Rachel Albane, had her duties in Goldenrod City and thus it made seeing her rather difficult. But Mathias did have the chance of hearing her on the radio since she was a popular interviewer for the Radio Tower. His fascination with water types began early, with the help of the Gym Leader who was a master of them, and it only grew when he managed to catch his first Horsea. After some years, Mathias began on his own journey, grabbing some badges and a few other types, before being told that he was going to move to Goldenrod by his father who decided to expand his business.

The new region had brought him closer to his mother, which had been nice, but ultimately the feeling of wanting to travel was on his mind. After managing to convince his parents, he set out on another journey in the new region. It was on this journey that he had encountered Wallace, a rather popular individual and famous one in the pokemon world, and with some luck became his student for a short time. Mathias wanted to understand pokemon better, hoping that there was something in the man that he lacked, and so he stayed and learned. After a few months, he met Juan, another friend of Wallace, who would become his new teacher and greatly passed on his knowledge to the trainer. Mathias had a natural talent and with the help of both the leaders, his abilities became that much more noticeable. But so did his pride.

His clothing style was likely...the first thing people noticed. Being trained by two eccentric trainers like Juan and Wallace likely did not end up helping the boy's tastes, which now lied in formal clothes and suits. At the start of his twenties, Mathias reached the level of a Gym Leader, having been part of a few water type Gyms in all regions for a temporary basis - usually upon request that if they were to leave, they'd trust no one else to represent them - but even that was a fleeting task for him. Mathias still wants more, except he has no real clue what that is.

Mathias is very caring to all who are in the same position as he, but it is often hidden by his brash exterior. He can be blunt and arrogant, but is kind hearted deep down. At the same time, he also has a lot of pride in himself, and when that pride is threatened, he can quickly turn sour and cold. That same pride, however, also fuels a determined and unyielding nature, and he can be aroused to a hot-blooded nature when finding something to focus on.



Hand It Over To Me ||

Fruits - Strawberries and Apples are one of his major weaknesses
Swimming - His Kingdra often takes him up to the clouds and beyond
Classical Music - Don't judge.
Family and People - Despite seeing so little of them, he does value most his friends and close family
Reading - A good trainer is a well-read trainer.
Snow - The world covered in a white sheet of snow. Undefiled, untouched, and Pure.

Destroy These Useless Items ||

Sour food - There's nothing appealing about this...
Weakness - He doesn't have patience for the weaknesses of others, let alone his own
Grass and Electric types - Foul bugs and destructive creatures....Curse them all.
Spring - Everything comes to life at that moment. So sad that the snow has to leave though..

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Where I Hail || Goldenrod City
What I Rock To || Dance of the Evanescent - Mathias' Theme
Be Elegant - Sylvia/Laney's Meetings
Mysterious Figure - Battle theme
My favorite colors || sage green medium gray teal
The One Controlling the Strings || Minoshiya

[Minoshiya]

x x x x x
No m a t t e r what the time
I'm just alone
destiny forgotten

Even though I k e p t going
the light known as "you" finds me
in the middle of the night
Turn O F F the television
And look only at me

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x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x The Ex Gym Leader

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Hold me
Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all
Nothing's like before

No matter what the t x x i x x m x x e
we'll always be together
Because y o u ' r e by my side
the light known as "you"
reflects my scenario

[Minoshiya]

GLORIOUS LINKAGE TO VOLKOVO

[Minoshiya]

KINGDOM HEARTS RP CONCEPT

The World is vast—and the worlds within the greater World, uncountable. Like little islands, they dot a great Ocean Between which keeps them ignorant of each other, uncorrupted. Each world had its own order. In this one small world, closer to the darkness than the rest, the Heartless were an all knowing threat. The citizens lived humble lives, never waging war and living within a democracy, but as soon as these strange creatures came, things began to change. Paranoia struck the world as friends became bitter enemies, blaming one another for the reasons for these strange creatures appearing, and soon battles began to occur. Without a way to defend themselves, the world would have surely perished, whether through the Heartless creatures or through the hearts of men.

It was then that the people had found an unlikely savior in a small group of travelers; three individuals who had set out to stop this dark menace and possessed an unheard of weapon, a Keyblade. With this in hand, the group managed to earn a name for themselves, having even gone so far as to save the entire city in what was known as the 'Black Night' where several large heartless had appeared in the center of the city. The boy, with a Keyblade in his hand, was accompanied by his two friends and managed to keep them at bay long enough for the creatures to disappear. Shortly after that, the boy was appointed a King and the three of them became known as the Three Sages of the World.

That incident was twenty years ago and since then the world has flourished. Under the rule of the Three Sages, an Order had been founded, which were composed of ten individuals. These people are Knights of the Land, each one holds a Keyblade, and were given Districts of the City to control over. But time continues to go on, the young replace the new, and as such, each District has their own test to see which of the students within the schools seem capable or show a sign of becoming an Apprentice to the Knight. Few ever succeed, but those that do are assigned to be trained.

The Three Sages
■ The King - The Master - The ruler of the land and the first person to have appeared holding a Keyblade. His name was completely erased by his order upon his coronation, but many have grown accustomed to it by this time. A kind and just King, many do not question him and devote themselves to his cause.

■ Caelum Enneagram - The Valor - The leader of the mercenaries, Caelum is an exceptionally driven and capable individual, be it on the battlefield or while negotiating with potential employees. He was recruited by the Keyblade Wielder and sought out a large bit of payment from it, earning the ire of Eveline, but eventually became driven to help the land. His Valor earned him the trust of the group and friendship.

■ Eveline Brent - The Wisdom -

The Ten Knights

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xxxw a r r i o r ;;
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xxx█ ▌• Lautrec Dumont
xxx█ ▌• 30, male
xxx█ ▌• Enchanted Dominion
xxx█ ▌• Minoshiya

█ ▌• 10/29/2013
█ ▌• That most terrible church of the most glorious Virgin Mary, mother of God, deservedly shines out, like the sun among stars. The Cathedral had been empty for the day had come to an end, the priests and cardinals duties for the day having been complete. The city itself was rather quiet, almost peaceful as the moon shined overhead and the stars had accompanied it, but that very same light revealed a figure entering through the church doors. The knight knew other place he would rather be. Where indeed, he asked, would the people find two towers of such magnificence and perfection, so high, so large, so strong, clothed round about with such a multiple variety of ornaments? Where, he asked, would they find such light-filled amenities as the many surrounding chapels? Furthermore, let them tell him in what church he may see such a large cross, of which one arm separates the choir from the nave. He believed that this church offered the carefully discerning such cause for admiration that its inspection can scarcely sate the soul, such as his own. Sir Lautrec often visited the hollowed halls when there was no one present and would often pray. He prayed for the lives he had ruined, those that he lost, and for his forgiveness. Lautrec felt that he had sold his soul to the Devil, having been tricked by an evil corporation that promised him salvation, and was no forever bound to a woman. He prayed that the ends justified the means that he would go through, but that all lied in His hands. The knight approached the statue of the Virgin Mary, who had been illuminated through the moonlight shining through the chapel windows and fell to his knees.

The man was dyed in his armour, a pure set of white metal with crosses hanging on both sides of his chest plate. A white cape spread across the stone floor and the man placed his sword in front of himself, much like when he took an oath all those years ago. An oath broken. Whispering, he prayed, "He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake." A sudden change in the air occurred and Lautrec found himself frowning as he stared at the reflection of the sword in front of him. The air became heavy and thick, but moreso it carried with it the sense of murderous intent, and the knight knew that he was in the presence of the same demons that hounded him. Beyond his reflection, he saw two large yellow orbs rising overhead to that of the Cathedral roof, and then he watched as the statue of Mary was shrouded in a veil of darkness. "Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff - they comfort me." Rising, Lautrec turned and saw only the large behemoth from hell before him. Its face shrouded in black tendrils, its chest displaying the emptiness of a heart, and its every intent to attack him as it struck the first blow.

The dark skinned monster lumbered up, five times Lautrec's height and more than ten times his weight. The creature came swinging its arm so large that an ordinary man might be felled by the wind of a near miss. The Heartless rushed forward, eager to slay or die in the attempt. Raising its arm high above its head in a double-handed grip, the Darkside slammed its fists straight down at the top of Lautrec's head, as though trying to drive the knight into the ground like a fence post. Lautrec intercepted the blow with his sword held horizontally overhead. The impact drove Lautrec to his knees. Briefly. For the man had sold his soul to the Devil and with it, he tapped into the darkness of his own soul which gave him immense power. As Lautrec felt the darkness within his heart beginning to grow, it began to fester and radiate out from underneath his armor until it stained the once white metal and scarred it black. Lautrec's armour had changed alongside with his heart. An instant later, he powered himself back to his feet and sliced the arm like a farmer cultivated his farm with his scythe. The bottom fingers Darkside possessed had been cut off and melted away in dark mist. The Heartless let out a roar of disbelief. Lautrec ran forward towards the wall, found purchase, and hurled himself at the monster. He drove hard, ducked beneath the Darkside's clumsy attempt to grapple, landed in the hollow heart shaped opening then stabbed upward with his blade, carving into its head.

The creature groaned into what he assumed was a scream. Horribly. While Lautrec only continued to pray.

"You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil." Lautrec twisted his blade and sliced back within the wound. When he finally pulled them free, it drew out a black mist with it as he landed back onto the ground. The sword had been stained black. Not from the Heartless, but from Lautrec's very own rage corrupting whatever he held in his hands. Ducking another wild grab, Lautrec dived forward to roll between the monster's legs. Behind the Darkside, he spun and stared up at the broad, large back. He jumped, grabbing hold of the Heartless's tendril-like hair that hung around its upper back and dug his armored feet into the creature's flesh for traction. The Heartless screeched and thrashed about, trying to dislodge Lautrec from its vulnerable back. The Knight of the Enchanted Dominion kept climbing, even when the Heartless began spinning about. Reaching the monster's neck, Lautrec grabbed hold of more of its hair and reached about to repeatedly smash the hilt of his blade into the Darkside's face.

When he hit the two golden orbs, the Heartless went berserk.

Lautrec succeeded in placing his foot along one of the strands of hair which remained bound to the creature's face for support and freed his hand from its hair, having opted then to dig his sharp armored fingers into the bulging, damaged eye he bruised earlier. He seemingly plucked it out or extinguished it, he didn't know since he didn't care to look. The Darkside had been frantic before. Now it threw its arms high in the air, tipped its head to the cathedral ceiling, and roared in rage at God. This was Lautrec's only chance to make a clean kill. As the heartless tilted back, Lautrec struck. Feet on the creature's shoulders, he lifted the black sword high over his head and drove the black metal tip directly downward into the gaping eye socket. "My cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life." Little by little, the heartless powerful struggles weakened until it dropped its knees, darkness spurting from its sundered eye cavity. The Darkside fell facedown on the ground. Only when he was sure the monster was dead did Lautrec jump away from the broad back and watch it fade away in a black mist. Exhaustion took over his body then, his blade fell onto the floor and he fell to his knees. Tilting his armored head up, he only saw the Virgin Mary once more illuminated with her hands held out, accepting all of those who sought salvation. From the darkness beyond her, Lautrec remained unable to move from his weakness and knew that he was unable to approach that light. Still, he prayed. "My cup overflows.... Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life." He whispered, his voice ragged as he gritted his teeth.

[Minoshiya]

Lautrec Dumont
The Atoner

　　　Basic Statsxxx

　FULL NAME :　Lautrec Dumont
　NICKNAME(S) :　N/A

　AGE :　Forty
　GENDER :　Male

　BIRTH DATE :　February 4
　BIRTH PLACE :　Enchanted Dominion
　CURRENT RESIDENCE :　World That Never Was

　AFFILIATION :　The Lost
　ENEMY :　Ever After

　TITLE/RANK :　Atoner



　　　Physical Characteristicsxxx

　HEIGHT :　191 cm
　WEIGHT :　81 kg

　HAIR :　 Purple
　EYES :　Blue
　TATTOOS/SCARS :　None

　PHYSICAL ABILITY : Lautrec was trained in the arts of combat from a very young age, though he has showcased incredible powers of strength, stamina and agility far beyond human ability as well due to his moral convictions. This has been amplified by the armor he wears.
　MAGICAL ABILITY :　Apart from his armor, which can minimize some magic damage, there truly is very little about Lautrec that can be said for him magically. In a Kingdom where the only magic had either been Maleficent of the Three Fairies, Lautrec remained to be just a normal man and would suffer greatly against magic users.



　　　Weapons/Abilitiesxxx

　WEAPONS :
　Blade of Treason;; A once beautiful and proud weapon, which has been said to be blessed by the Three Fairies and Queen Aurora herself, has been tainted with dark magic, making its real name obscured and unknown.
　Bound Armor;; The set of armor handed to him from Ever After, symbolizing his contract and loyalty to Elisabetha. Capable of protecting the man from most magical spells to some degree and enhancing his natural abilities, the properties of this armor is unknown but is clearly crafted through magical means. Lautrec is also unable to resist the armor if Elisabetha orders him to stay in place or to kneel, as the weight of the metal would increase tenfold, and worse, if she ordered his death then the metal body would likely destroy him. Lautrec is unable to take it off, though through dark magic, he often disguises himself in an illusion of wearing normal clothes.

　MAGIC/ABILITIES :
　Great Leader;; (Passive) is the natural talent to command an army. Increases the ability of allies during group battles. A rare talent, and this skill is sufficient to lead an army to any cause. Lautrec uses this ability to maintain complete control over heartless while in the same area through an unnatural charisma. Grants abilities to human allies, MP Rage, MP Haste, Second Chance, and Critical Plus.
　Weapon Mastery;; Once Lautrec grabs hold of anything that can be even remotely conceptualized as a weapon by his own recognition with his gauntlets and he recognizes that he wishes to wield it, it instantly gains the property of "becoming his Weapon." This is useful when he is disarmed and has to grab whatever is within reach of him, or more specifically if he needs to grab a weapon from one of the Emblem Heartless and use it temporarily. Opens Weapon slots for Swords, Daggers, Axes, Hammers, Maces, Greatswords, Katana, Spears, Poles, Bows, Crossbow, and Guns to be used temporarily.
　Limit Break;; In order to increase his strength and speed, Lautrec can offer to open his heart to the darkness, thus causing his mind to enter a 'Berserker'-like state. The sign would be a darkness oozing out from underneath the plates of his armor, while the effects would be increased hostility and lack of communication. Despite this, Elisabetha can orders the armor itself to stop the man from completely becoming consumed or stop the berserker-like effect by simply commanding him to stop. Increases attack speed, but prevents Passive Abilities.


　　　Historyxxx

　HISTORY :　A major antagonist, he is the Captain of the Guard, the highest rank possible in the Dominion's military. While he appears to serve the Dominion faithfully, a torn and broken man lies behind his lordly façade.

'He’ was not a ‘man’, nor was he a ‘human’, but a mechanical part called a ‘knight’ that served the hierarchy with absolute loyalty. 'He’ was the man called ‘the Knight of the Dominion’ – incomparably brave, courteous and chivalrous, elegant and flamboyant at the same time. ‘He’ was indeed the personification of the essence of chivalry, an existence that all admired. Not only was this ideal knight worshiped by all, he had even been blessed by the fairies. This title was ‘his’ ultimate glory, and at the same time the greatest curse bestowed upon ‘him’. The ‘perfect knight’ who served the ‘perfect hierarchy’ – this man could only live in this way that others had expected and trusted ‘him’ to, and so give up ‘his’ life for it.

And yet, 'he' failed.

His first disgrace lied in a time many in the land remembered: Aurora's sleep. Ordered by the Princess' family to make sure that nothing was to happen once she returned, Lautrec had remained outside of the castle and kept watch over the kingdom to insure its safety on the promised day. Some were mercenaries, other thieves, and even a few attempts by Maleficent's reconnaissance were met with outright denial under the man's leadership. There was no doubt in his mind of his goal and convictions, there were no faults, but then came the fact that, even with his loyalty to the royals, he returned at the end of the day to the horror of every person asleep. Distraught and unable to comprehend how this had happened, Lautrec took full responsibility. The Knight fell into despair, but sought redemption the only way he could: by defeating Maleficent. Unfortunately, that task was easier said than done. For all his abilities and strength, when Lautrec was put up against magic, there was little he could do to resist after enough injuries. Eventually, he was captured and put into the dungeons only to be mocked further by Maleficent. The witch had claimed that she could have used a warrior like him, someone who displayed such loyalty to so foolishly wander into her castle as bravely as he did, but Lautrec did not care for her words or promises. He was silent in his embarrassment, but felt the prison cell was deserving of someone as him. Eventually, even Maleficent stopped visiting his cell.

After some time had passed, unknown to the knight, he heard that another person was captured: A Prince. Lautrec did not know whom would be so brave to wander into the castle alone, just as him, but he felt saddened that he did not have the ability to talk to the man. Fortunately, it did not seem that he stayed long, for it was then that he heard some sounds of battles happening outside his cell door and when he went to glance at what was happening, he saw a blue-haired girl, holding a strange shaped sword, wandering out with the prince as they were combating the guards. Too weak from not being fed or given water, Lautrec was unable to ask for help, until the doors had opened on their own. The magical locks were broken somehow, but for what reason?

It was after his escape that he came back to a kingdom in the throws of celebration as the Princess and Prince had come back, and she had even awakened. A reason for everybody to be happy, even Lautrec felt like it was a turn of good luck. But the man could not celebrate for deep in his heart, he felt ashamed that he could not help in the slightest. The fact that he failed in his duties and the knowledge that the nobles did not know, but continued to praise him tore at his conscience and soul. Queen Aurora and King Philip rose to the throne, Maleficent disappeared, and Lautrec resumed his duties carrying the shame forever in his heart.

It was some time after that the Ever After organization had developed in the land, much to the pleasure of the Queen and King's approval. With royal support, nothing stopped the group from growing and for Lautrec, it was a suitable option in hopes of regaining his lost honour. Though he did not trust magic and easy shortcuts, he wanted to believe that there was some way he could be redeemed.

However, even that proved to be impossible. Shortly after the man signed a contract with the President in order to get his 'Happy Ever After' by regaining his lost pride, the president had bound Lautrec to a woman who had no strength: A witch. The terms of the contract stood that he was to be 'Loyal to Her until the End' and thus the man became nothing more than a slave. His armor, which one stood for his pride, had become the very symbol of his contract - it bound him and made sure that he was her guardian - but it also gave him unnatural powers due to the magic involved. Unable to hold the guilt any longer, Lautrec fell into a state of madness deep within his heart, where darkness was suddenly born and became part of him.

All he can do is simply follow the orders of Elisabetha with no will of his own.

　　　Emotional Characteristicsxxx

　PERSONALITY :　During life, he was an ideal incarnation embodying the true face of a "knight." Having lost his distinguished dignity of the past, he has been thoroughly changed by his descent into madness. Madness and his anger have corroded him into his pitch-black form. He has a blackened face, the visage of a living dead man who has lost everything to a curse. He had a beautiful visage capable of drawing the admiration of many women, but his hatred has made him gaunt and pallid like a phantom. The only part of him filled with light is his eyes that are filled with hatred.

An energetic man, though filled with loathing and doubt. He sees himself as a dishonorable cur, obeying any and all commands from his superiors without question. He bears deep, seething hatred for all who've caused him pain, including himself. Torn between his honor and his duty, Lautrec scarcely makes his own decisions, and when he does, it's usually his emotions that cause him to step out of line. Lautrec is shown to have extreme loyalty to his liege, but his guilt was, ironically, compounded by the royal's refusal to actually blame or reprimand him for his actions. He would later admit to Elisabetha that this made him feel it impossible to atone for his sins. In his despair, Lautrec sought escape through descent into madness to seek atonement, but with her always being there for him it has kept the thoughts at bay.

Lautrec is a man with mostly good intentions who's happened to make a lot of terrible mistakes over the course of his life. He tries to do the right thing, choose the honorable path, only to often find it blowing up in his face later down the road. Which is not to say that he always aims for the right path, especially when he allows his anger to get the better of him. Lautrec harbors a deep, seething resentment towards Ever After that has colored many of the choices he's made throughout his later life. Perhaps because of his father's abandonment of their family, he believes intensely in loyalty and service to the point of death. Once he follows a person or a cause, he follows it absolutely, which for him can often be a negative trait as well as a positive one. His loyalty and obedience led him to become the Captain of the Guard, serve as Queen Aurora's guard, and eventually devote himself to Elisabetha, but it also led him to commit acts for which he now loathes himself, such as betraying his Queen by following a Witch and joining and Organization which uses dark methods to achieve their goals. His colorful (to say the least) career shows that he's a man of intelligence and cunning, and perhaps a rather skewed sense of morality, though his conscience eventually catches up to him and ends up tormenting him.



　LIKES :
　reading;; though not many others use the Nobody Castle for its library, Lautrec prefers to spend his time there when not under duty
　combat;; rather surprising for a knight, and likely one of his more inner shame, Lautrec does find happiness in battles
　good conversation;; all he can really do now is offer good advice and gain wisdom from others in exchange
　DISLIKES :　
　evil in all forms;; Maleficent's influence has caused the entire kingdom to fear the mistress of all evil, Lautrec merely grew up on that very same fear and despises those who embellish themselves too close to such a power.
　dishonorable acts;; Lautrec would never fight someone if the odds weren't balanced. it's just his knightly honour getting in the way, despite it being an enemy.
　disloyalty;; he would never forget the smear of shame caused by another, less so on himself.



　　　Relationsxxx

　FAMILY :　Lautrec came from a broken household, having been born a b*****d child after his mother had been assaulted by a mercenary at a young age when the village she lived in was attacked. Despite this, Lautrec did his best to help his mother as he was raised up until she had died from illness. After this, he saw the royal family as his own family, being that he had no other person to be loyal to, and then eventually came to be Elisabetha's personal servant.
　FRIENDS :　He takes on a fatherly role with all the Lost members, even Elisabetha at times, due to his age and older experience. However, if they see him back in the same way, he would consider himself both blessed and cursed.



　　　Extra Informationxxx

　POINT :　Explanation.
　POINT :　Explanation.

[Minoshiya]

xxxx████ THE LEADER

xxxxxxWeiss
xxxxxxOrdained Serenity
xxxxxxHuman
xxxxxxKnight
xxxxxxMinoshiya

xxxxxxA beta tester who achieved fame by inadvertently having created one of the Guilds known across Sangriel. Weiss became easy to rally behind as his talent with his longsword made him one of the stronger users in the earlier levels, and eventually became a symbol of his strength which many respected - or feared. Highly dedicated and often online at all times of the day and night, Weiss keeps up to date with the Guild, news, and any new quests which would benefit either him or the guild. His position and strength has often made most of his guild mates feel intimidated, as well as the fact that he's too involved with his own business to often spend time with all guild matters. However, he does have a soft spot for those he considers close, like Haydee, whom he appointed his second-in-command solely because he felt she deserved the title of Guild Leader rather than himself.

LINK TO PROFILE

[Minoshiya]

xxxOrpheus von Soresi ;;
xxx
xxx█ ▌• President of Ever After
xxx█ ▌• 29, male
xxx█ ▌• Enchanted Dominion
xxx█ ▌• minoshiya

█ ▌• Nov 21 2013

[Minoshiya]

Orpheus von Soresi
President of Ever After

　　　Basic Statsxxx

　FULL NAME :　Orpheus von Soresi
　NICKNAME(S) :　N/A

　AGE :　Twenty-nine
　GENDER :　Male

　BIRTH DATE :　October 5th
　BIRTH PLACE :　Enchanted Dominion
　CURRENT RESIDENCE :　Enchanted Dominion

　AFFILIATION :　Ever After
　ENEMY :　Other Organizations

　TITLE/RANK :　President



　　　Physical Characteristicsxxx

　HEIGHT :　176 cm
　WEIGHT :　57 kg

　HAIR :　Black hair with white streaks
　EYES :　Honey Gold
　TATTOOS/SCARS :　Perfect skin

　PHYSICAL ABILITY :　Has no physical abilities worth noting. Practically effeminate Explain.
　MAGICAL ABILITY :　Powerful magical abilities; capable of rewriting fate and granting wishes. Has no limit to magic, or what is capable.



　　　Weapons/Abilitiesxxx

　WEAPONS :
　Wand;; A simple wand that was said to be on par with the three faeries and Maleficent herself. He often transforms it into a quill and writes contracts with.

　MAGIC/ABILITIES :
　Animate;; Give life to inanimate objects. Uses this on brooms, furniture, and dishes to serve themselves.
　Barriers;; Self Explanatory. After all, everybody needs to protect themselves.
　Magic Mastery;; Master of all elements of magic, Orpheus is a dangerous individual if angered, but that shouldn't happen.
　Contract;; Capable of creating a destiny altering piece of paper, realigning the stars and fates to what is written. Requires the person's signature.




　　　Historyxxx

　HISTORY :　

Once upon a time, there were two little kids who were the best of friends. They played together lots and lots and were inseparable in their small village. But one day one of the friends found out that they loved their best friend and was very excited. Yet, that friend talked about how brave knights and princes were so amazing and handsome that the other friend knew they could not compare! That friend was very sad. "Oh, no. I'm neither a prince or a knight." That friend thought, "I need to do something about that or else my love will never be recognized!" So, in order to change that, the friend left the village in order to become worth their love.

There wasn't a Happily Ever After...

The story is fiction but that doesn't mean everything is made up. Prince Charming and Cinderella showed to the people that even those of humble beginnings could receive blessings. As people saw King Philip and Queen Aurora raise to the throne, cheers were had and many people were happy of this. Yet, not everybody felt like they were happy and that posed a problem in the two worlds. What about Lady Tremaine and her two daughters that were killed by the heartless? They did not receive a happily ever after. What about the many people that lived in the castle of Enchanted Dominion? They did not find their happily ever after either. Not everybody had a Fairy Godmother or Three Fairies to bless their children with incredible luck, beauty, charms, and to be saved. Why, that was unfair, was it not? Surely everybody deserved to be happy.

It was a mystery as to where Orpheus had come from since his past is unknown. Many have claimed the man to be a fairy from a distant land or a powerful sorcerer of sorts, but those questions quickly became irrelevant when he had announced that he was there to provide happy futures to all that would come to him. What started off a small rumor and a few granted wishes turned into a large crowd of people, and then that crowd turned into customers, and then those customers turned into workers, and then the simple rumor grew into a powerful business that expanded across both Enchanted Dominion and Castle of Dreams. Without Maleficent to terrorize the worlds, it became a free market quickly the business grew to match the strength of even the monarchy - Yet, both Royal couples seemed to have no qualms about letting Ever After thrive in their realm, strangely.

However, there was a dark side to this group.

The author of the tales, armed with intentional lies to wave fantasies of disorder had formed an iron grip over people. Within a world interwoven with light and darkness, love and hatred overflowed as even those with malicious intentions came to Orpheus in order to have their wishes granted. Some people wanted money, others wanted a particular lover that had no eyes for them, and others wanted strength, which Orpheus gleefully provided because 'Everybody deserves a Happy Ending!' he would exclaim. Those that wanted money ended up becoming huge supporters of his and gave large sums of money to his corporation, those that wanted lovers had caused kidnappings across the worlds, but would often fall into the same trap as that lover would come to Orpheus to receive revenge against the one that put them in the situation! And those that wanted strength turned into servants to Ever After, forever bound to guard the company from anyone that would attempt to cause trouble.

Yet, who could complain? After all, everyone got a Happily Ever After....



　　　Emotional Characteristicsxxx

　PERSONALITY :　Although Orpheus exhibited extreme psychosis in the past, since his return he has become more or less at peace with himself and cleansed of magic contamination of his mind. He's still not perfectly sane, of course, but he does tend to display rather eccentric behavior patterns. He is very predatory and unpredictable, and at the core more animal than man -- a civilized monster, if you will.

Orpheus is an intellectual and has an interest in history, culture, philosophical movements, world religions, dead languages, and other such things... he would make a good professor of the humanities for all that he knows, were he not such a sociopath in his waking life. On top of this, Orpheus is very curious in general and enjoys learning everything -- learning about those around him to play off their fears, things that make them angry, things that bother them in order to turn that back around on them (in other words: he's a troll who enjoys goading people into reacting negatively towards him because he gets amusement from it), useless skills, pointless trivia, you name it and he's probably devoured a book on it from the world's library. He's quietly analytical and calculating -- he will listen to your problems, he will tell you what your problems are, but he won't tell you how to fix them. He has an interest in those around him, especially others like him that show a degree of madness or sadism and are able to hold a conversation with him.

The magician shows a degree of playful confidence, much like the way a cat would play with its food. Harking back to his curiosity about the world, he gets amusement out of poking people and things until he's satisfied (and/or gets bored and walks away) and this extends into his sex life as well -- he loves power games, battles for dominance and submission, and the thrill of exerting his will over someone else (or vice versa!) in the bedroom. He also has a bit of a tendency to claw up the scenery, metaphorically rolling all over your newspaper or jumping up desk demanding attention, and is very grumpy and indignant over any (admittedly brave) displays of affection directed towards him. He's more likely to be attracted to someone who DOESN'T want him around, but gives in to his dubious charms anyway -- he enjoys the challenge.

Although Orpheus is hardly monogamous (he'd long given up on the concept of romance as he did not want to open himself up to more heartbreak when he inevitably outlived his partner), he is very clingy and possessive over those he considers 'his.' He gets jealous easily, and when he notices someone he considers a partner giving someone else more attention than he, he gets upset. Really, really upset. Wibbly, angry levels of upset as he begins to yowl for that person to notice him again and remind them that he's still there.

The only thing that would likely make him happy is that he was the one who would force someone into a contract with him.

　LIKES :
　Parties;; Nothing beats a beautiful arrangement! More drinks! More beautiful dresses!
　Contracts;; Don't you deserve a happily ever after? Let's make a contract now!
　Freedom;; Forget those limitations and binds to your entire being. I want liberation through the highest means.

　DISLIKES :　
　Limits;; I use this magic and contract to escape those things...
　Other Organizations;; They wish they could do as good a job as mine.
　Ungrateful people;; How dare you imply you didn't get a 'Happily Ever After'!!



　　　Relationsxxx

　FAMILY :　None
　FRIENDS :　None　　　

[Minoshiya]

Without even being able to see the e n d , I run through
P e a c e is distant, s h a p e l e s s
A glance confines and begins to close l o n e l i n e s s

The sky g r e e t s those who f l y
I don’t f e a r being c o n t r o l l e d
The dazzling b r i g h t n e s s that I aspire for is to c h a n g e everything

ωϵϊςς
xxThe ʆϵȃ∂ϵɾ of Ɵrdained Şerenity
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mood； Irritated
where； Town - 2nd District -
body； 70% Health, 40% Magic, has Barrier
with； LIST LIST LIST

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Under the light, d a r k n e s s is born
Truth wavers in f a l s e h o o d s
Piercing through my h e a r t

Even if I let the n i g h t that I touched to be f r o z e n
I’ll keep on calling for the s h a d o w of desire known as ‘ d r e a m s ’
I trust your s i n s and pains



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