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Yes, as with any other rp, I do have rules set. Please obey them and we will all have a most wonderful rp experience.

1. No flaming. This isn't the first time I've started and maintained an rp so I know what I'm doing. Not saying that you don't, but I have my methods of dealing with things.

2.CONSISTANCY!! I can't tell you how annoying it is that if a person makes up a profile and goes into the rp, posts once or twice, then disappears. This is very inconsiderate and leaves the rp hanging. DO NOT KILL THE RP FOR YOUR LAZINESS!! If you have not posted in 7 days, or for some reason you cannot be in the rp anymore, please send me a PM and I will have either your character killed off or simply have him/her stay in a particular world and we'll never hear from him/her again. If you do not respond in the rp in 7 days, then I will have your character killed off.

3. Do not kill off a character without the character's owner's or my permission.

4. For Mickey's sake, people, NO ONE LINING!! I require a minimum of 2 paragraphs per post. This keeps the rp interesting and keeps things moving. One lined posts are slow and only take up cyber space, so please, just say no to one lining.

5. GRAMMAR AND SPELLING!! No I'm not a grammar/spelling Nazi, but at least pay attention to what you're typing. No ** or -- for actions. Use "" for speaking and italicize for thought. Do not use 'u' for you or 'r' for are. And if you're playing as a cannon(i.e. Sora, Riku, Kairi) please play them as you would see them on the game. I don't want to see Kairi as a whore or Sora cussing every other word. Infact, let's cut out the cussing altogether for the cannons. If you have an original character, keep the cussing to a minimum. Even then, try not to do it.

6. Please PM all profiles labeled "Keyblades and Kings" WITH THE QUOTATION MARKS. This specification will tell me that you've read the rules and you understand them. For those who want to play cannon characters, please make out a profile with a brief biography of that character.

7. Have fun! Remember, this rp was made for the player in all of us that wants to see how the characters will live if the fans got a say in it.

Characters
As I have stated in the rules, please label the PM "Keyblades and Kings". Also, I would like a sample of your rp skills. You can also rp as multiple characters, such as a cannon and an original, but please post the characters in different colors so you can differenciate between the two.

Cannons:
Sora:
Riku:Mizu_Kage_Hikari
Kairi:
Wakka:
Tidus:
Selphie:
Mickey Mouse:
Donald Duck:
Goofy:
Namine:
Roxas:

More cannons may be added later in the rp.

Originals:
Gaian name:
Character's name:
Age:
Race:
Weapon:
Appearence(an anime picture would be much loved):
Alliance(good or evil):
History:
Rp sample:

Originals:
Gaian name: Mizu_Kage_Hikari
Character's name: Mizu
Age: 17
Race: Human
Weapon: Primary--Dagger (named “Mattataku”) and long knife (named “Kirameku”) / Secondary--pair of dirks hidden in the tops of her boots / Last-Ditch--switchblade tucked into her waistband / Desperate Situations--no-holds-barred hand-to-hand combat or whatever she can get her hands on
Appearence:Mizu
Alliance: Good
History: Mizu was born in a town not even large enough to have a name. She was the illegitimate daughter of a young soldier, Kaemon, and his girlfriend, Maeko. Unfortunately, her blood-father could not care for her, as his missions often kept him away from home, so she was raised by Maeko and Maeko’s husband, Evan. Life was wonderful, and she developed quickly, walking and talking before she was even a year old. Then, on her first birthday, the town found itself smack in the middle of a crossfire. Few of the villagers survived, and Maeko was perhaps the only one who managed to save her child from the blazes caused by enemy troops ransacking the town. Maeko fled, leaving behind her dead husband, but carrying with her Mizu, who was badly burned from the fire, not that Maeko was much better off. Through sheer force of will, Maeko made it to a nearby city, one large enough to warrant a base for the military. She brought her case there, but she died just after telling the magistrate of what had happened to her village. The magistrate--being comprised entirely of cold, emotionless politicians--dismissed her pleas for help, and placed Mizu in the cheapest orphanage they could find, not caring whether or not she lived through the experience. Luckily, the orphanage was run by a church, and the nuns in charge saw how badly injured Mizu was. They took her to a hospital, the only one they could afford, meaning the care was dubious at best. They left her in the hands of the doctors, and it was only by luck that they had found the only doctor in the hospital that cared whether or not his patients lived or died. This doctor nursed Mizu’s burns and injuries, feeding her properly and bathing her regularly, doing everything in his power to make sure that she lived. However, due to a severe lack of nourishment for an extended deal of time while Maeko traveled with her, Mizu was sickening quickly and it appeared that she wouldn’t make it. The doctor informed the nuns of this, and the nuns took to praying for the baby at every available opportunity. The doctor tried everything, and took a page from the nuns’ book, and prayed for her as well. Whether it was the doctor’s extraordinary care or the praying that saved Mizu, no one ever knew, but she slowly began to recover from her burns and undernourishment.

For five years, Mizu was raised at the orphanage, adopting the ways the nuns had taught her, praying every night and thanking the gods that she had lived. She was happy there, truly happy, until one day when a strange woman with flame-red hair came in, looking to adopt. When her black eyes alighted on Mizu, who was singing hymns to some of the other children, the woman smiled and walked straight over to her, reaching down and grabbing her bony wrist in one strong, calloused hand. “You’re coming with me, girl,” the woman had said, hauling Mizu up to her feet and dragging her off to the offices where the nuns conducted all of the adoptions. Mizu would never admit it, but she was scared out of her wits at that moment. When the woman had closed the office doors behind her, she rested one hand on the top of Mizu’s head and said to the nun on duty that day, Sister Aliah, “This girl is exactly what I’m looking for.” Aliah had looked Mizu straight in the eyes, and her wide, dark eyes seemed sad, but she agreed with the strange woman anyway, and filled out the paperwork, indicating where the woman should sign. When they were through, the woman--whom Mizu had learned was named Terra--steered Mizu out of the room. But before they left, Terra turned back to Aliah and said, “I know life with me is hard, Sister, but they have a better chance of living out there than they do here.” Aliah only nodded, and locked eyes with Mizu one last time as if to say “I’m sorry, but this is goodbye.” Terra had waited until they were at least a mile away from the orphanage before she stopped, grabbed Mizu by both shoulders, and turned her so that they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Mizu,” Terra said, and there was something akin to sympathy in her voice, “I know this is a lot to take in at the moment, but you are better off with me than you were there. I can teach you how to survive in the real world, Mizu, not the closeted, sheltered life those nuns live behind their walls. It will be hard, and frightening, and dangerous, but I can tell just by looking at you that eventually you will get bored with that closeted life, and you will waste away in there. Out here, you have so much potential. I want you to remember that everything I do is for your own good, and the good of the rest of your new family. Understand?” Mizu had been too frightened and too cowed to do anything but nod, but this seemed to be enough for Terra, who took her to a run-down, abandoned apartment building on the outskirts of town, where she introduced Mizu to her new “family,” a street gang that specialized in pick-pocketing. Resigning herself to her knew life, Mizu learned everything Terra wanted her to, from knife work to arithmetic. Why a thief had to know math, Mizu never could figure out, but she learned it anyway.

Her life was turned upside down yet again when her world came under attack by the creatures known as “Heartless.” She and her gang had fought bravely, and were likely the last to fall, but within a month all their defenses had failed. Terra had been killed in one of the first attacks, making Nathan, the oldest of the “kids” the leader of the gang by default. He had managed to find someone with a ship off of the world, and sent the younger members of the gang to this person, knowing that the man had a soft heart and wouldn’t be able to leave the children behind. He left Mizu in charge of them, for in the past several years Terra had adopted nearly a dozen other children, and Mizu was the oldest of the newer members, as well as the most reliable. Nathan stayed behind with a few of the oldest members, sacrificing themselves to make sure that the others escaped. Mizu prayed for them all, prayed that their deaths were painless, because she knew that there was no way they could survive. And she cried for them as well, crying for the opportunities in life they had never gotten to take, and would never have a chance at again, as well as for Nita’s unborn baby. Her pregnancy hadn’t stopped Nita from fighting by her lover, Nathan’s side, and she was one of the first to volunteer to stay behind. Mizu was the only one who had known she was pregnant, but she hadn’t told anyone because she knew that Nita would never forgive her for taking away her chance to protect the people she cared about. In the dead of night, or what passed as night in the void between the worlds, Mizu made a vow--no matter what happened to her from now on, she would never allow herself to stop fighting the heartless and all they represented.

When the ship landed, Mizu stayed with the other passengers only long enough to make sure that her charges were safe, then asked the pilot and owner of the ship if there was a one-person vessel she could take. The man seemed a little perplexed by her request, but didn’t ask any questions. He only wavered a moment when he learned her age, twelve, but something about the way she moved, spoke, or behaved in general must have convinced him that even though she was young, she could take care of herself and would be alright on her own, so he taught her how to fly the one-man ship and some basic repairs. She thanked him, paid him with some loot she had left over from the gang’s last pick-pocketing run, and left the world behind her, hopefully forever. She knew she couldn’t face the memories all those familiar faces would bring up, so she traveled from world to world, helping where she could...

Gaian name: SanityStopsHere

Character: Yeager Donovan

Age: 22

Race: Human/Demon mix

Weapon: A small dagger that can grow into a Longsword that can grow into a mix between Oblivion and a Lunar Scythe (called Shiminari(shim- eh-nar-e))

Appearance: Messy black hair, eyes that constantly change, never wears a true shirt, but likes to wear long jackets. Baggy black pants that have been very worn, Pale skin and steel toe boots. There is a pair of wings hidden under his jacket (one angel and one devil)

Alliance: Who ever it suits him best

Story: A former cammander of the starship Yucan Priority Recon 1639-B, his ship was sucked into a black hole and he and his old friend, Leuitenant Damion Aereo were trasported to another world where they learned amazing magic. Damion returned to his homeworld, but Yeager stayed behind, not ready to give up the fight against evil. A spell that was supposed to trasnport many of his men on a mission went awry and sent him to hell, were he killed the devil's son and absorbed his powers, gaining the wings on his back and the power to turn into an indestructible demon. As he returned back to the Magick World, a calling sent him to Halloween Town where he learned of the impending doom of the many worlds. (Most of this is a story that im writing so don't steal it!)

Gaian name: The-Dragon-Rider
Character's name: Aden Landre
Age: 19
Race: Human
Weapon: Long sword that’s blade surrounded by a black flame but the everything else on the sword is white, also uses a small dagger in emergencies. (Sword‘s name is “Heaven or Hell”)
Appearance: Pic
Alliance: Good
History: Aden was a drifter, he went from world to world trying to find a home that suited him. He would spend about a week on each world before moving onto the next to try and find the one perfect place for him, but on his journey he was often attacked by heartless. He fought against them and heard of a group of people lead by the key blade master fighting against the heartless as well. After about a month he then heard of there victory and that they had defeated the leader of the heartless, but they didn’t all go away. Then, a couple of years later the heartless started to grow again and then there was also a new group called the nobody’s. Aden decided he fight against both groups but he would not help the key blade master who once again was fighting against them. Then the key blade master once again defeated them but they of course didn’t go away. Now Aden is back to drifting from world to world now trying to find a place of peace for him to live.

This is where people have neglected to follow the rules, or have not posted in the time specified. You will get a warning on the first offense, but after that your name comes on this list and you will be banned from this rp. I am fairly lenient so please don't be the first one to be placed on this list.

way to strict on the rules girl lighten up a little