Gaia Username: idol rikku or laiste (idol rikku is my RP account)
Character name: Ozma
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Location: Technically Ozma is from a world called Ithiliel, which was a world inhabited by fairies, the world was destroyed by the Heartless, and she fled to Twilight Town through a portal in the forest, she’s been hiding out in the Clock Tower of Twlight Town ever since then.
Affiliation: While she’d like to be good, she also remains neutral at the same time since..well..no one has found her yet!
Physical Description: Ozma has a very odd look about her, after all, look at the world she comes from. Her hair is a deep aqua, almost the same color as the deep sea’s, while her eyes shine as brilliantly as amber, and her ears come to a slight point. She often wears shades of greens, blues, and whites. White bands cover her hands and ankles to the bottom of her knees, her hair flows past her hips in one thick wave. Small triangles, a faint sienna rest on the corners of her eyes near her ears. Her face is usually hard to read, but her smile is warm, however rare. In her hair tiny bells are tied, strangely enough though, they only ring when she bids them to, the sweet sound like icicles and silver ringing as one. There are 12 bells hanging in silver ribbons all together. (I will eventually draw a picture of this.)
Weapon? Her wind scythe. Ozma l is a fae, and fae are normally blessed with the elements. Hers is wind, and her scythe is known as Wind Whistler. It sweeps through the air upon a long chain made of mythril, practically unbreakable. Howling through the air with a sharp cry, the wind grows louder the faster she swings it, from the blade shoots the wind, which cut like blades. This is her defensive attack.. The weapon basically is a chain, black, and silver, with a double ended scythe attached at the end.
Shield, Staff or Sword? Sword
Who are you? Ozma is a Fae Princess, the only one in her world blessed with the power of wind, she was raised to become queen, with a kind heart, she was raised to be the best she could be. Taught to fight, to listen, to reason. However, as war began to spread over the other kingdoms...Ithiliel closed off their doors to the other worlds, in hopes of protecting themselves from the looming shadows. Ozma grew afraid as she became older, afraid of letting her kingdom down...and who do you guess sensed the weakness in her heart? That she would be a powerful Nobody if persuaded. Soon, the heartless were swarming her kingdom, behind a frightening man in a hood. Ozma escaped the kingdom through the woods by the persistence of her father, and hid in Twilight Town’s clock tower ever since , avoiding detection for now. She still does not know if her kingdom survived the onslaught. Still the Nobodies search for this missing, forgotten Princess of Ithiliel, her heart would be their masters. Now, Ozma must decide...will she hide...or will she fight?
Sample sad This should be 300 words at least as the character you want.)
“No papa, I will not leave you!” Her screams echoed through the ivory halls of the palace, there was a racket outside, the loud noises of swords clanging, screams of hearts being taken, those painful screams. In hours, unbeknownst to the young princess, her world would be engulfed in darkness, her amber eyes filled with tears of fear. “I won’t leave you!”
“Child!” Her father hissed, before raising his head. “I said barricade the doors! They can’t get the princess.” His hands returned to his daughters shoulders, “You must survive, they cannot have you, If they have you...then there is no hope for our kingdom, do you understand?” His eyes were wide, searching his daughters for the answer that he hoped for, BANG, BANG. Those ruthless creatures were breaking the door. “DO YOU?”
“Yes papa but—“
“Don’t but me!” He kissed her forehead gently, the whiskers of his beard tickling her skin. “Go...” He turned to face the entrance of the palace, sword drawn. “I SAID GO!”
Ozma whimpered, turning from her father, her feet taking off, faster than the wind...her hand reached for the Wind Whistler, latching it to the belt upon her waist before a final grief stricken look was given to her father, and the princess ran. She ran for her life.
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