Post by Ricia on Oct 18, 2006 15:38:11 GMT -5
Name: Ricia (Pronounced Rih-see-uh)
Age: 15 years
Gender: Male
World Origin: Hollow Bastion
Weapon: His weapon of choice (although some would doubt its actual classification to be that of a weapon) is a type of small smoke pellet - the recipe is of his own development. Upon hard impact due to being dropped or thrown, they burst into a cloud of grayish-green smoke. Truthfully, they are used more as a distraction than an actual offensive attack. They don’t last very long, and aren’t particularly effective against foes with heightened senses; no worries to those that get caught, either - they’re not poisonous to most beings.
If forced into a situation with combat, he uses his claws (see appearance for more info) to attack and defend. He has no other preference as far as weapons go, although it seems he would be best suited to shorter-range weapons such as swords or daggers.
Means of Transportation: Dark portals - although he does not prefer this form of travel, as they are always a bit unstable. Hitching rides with whatever form of transport - legitimately or not - happens to be around seems to be a more comfortable form of transportation for him.
Strengths: Ricia’s strongest skills are undoubtedly those he uses for defense and evasion. Accordingly with his general strategy of dealing with people, his speed is also fairly high; much of his energy is put into escaping and hiding, although he is able to defend himself if he absolutely must. If he were to spend more time on his offensive maneuvers, he might actually have fair skill in that area, too - currently, though, his defense receives the most attention.
Weaknesses: The most obvious weakness that Ricia possesses is that caused by lack of physical strength - when forced into a situation involving combat, especially against an opponent with greater ability in this area, he is put at a supreme disadvantage. The best he can hope to do in such an event is to evade any attacks, or possibly block lesser ones with his right hand.
Also, while his right eye can see fairly well in the dark, his left eye has been granted no such reprieve. For this reason, and additionally because the vision on his right is sharper, his perspective is somewhat unbalanced. This can cause him to make severe errors in his judgment at times, which presents quite a problem in and of itself.
Besides the fact that the skin on the right side of his body is a little sensitive to sunlight, Ricia retains a deeply ingrained fear of fire. It is not at all unheard of for him to panic in any situation where the burning element is involved - more so, even, than his usual sense of fear. Naturally, this gives him excessive trouble when facing any opponent armed with a strong Fire spell.
Magic/Abilities (if any): Although he hardly ever uses it, Ricia is able to cast a medium-strength blizzard spell. Generally, the only time this comes into play is when he is feeling particularly threatened - especially if he encounters fire.
Appearance: ((Picture coming later, my internet is a little bad with picture uploading today, for some reason x.x))
To be brutally honest and to the point, Ricia looks very much like the result of a mixture between a heartless and a human gone wrong. If the two were on opposite ends of the spectrum, the youth would evidently be planted firmly in the middle, exterior-wise. Unfortunately, this adds on to his already jittery personality with quite a bit of self-consciousness on his part.
It is a wide-spread thought that supposedly, when a stronger heart -- or one that holds more evil to begin with -- succumbs to the darkness and becomes a heartless, some are able to retain a humanoid form; likewise, lesser and weaker hearts are entirely consumed by the darkness, and generally lose their shape in exchange for that of one of the common heartless. Ricia’s appearance, however, would suggest that he was stuck somewhere between these two groups when he was absorbed by the shadows.
There are literally two sides to the youth’s looks - most immediately evident are the differences between the two. His general physical attributes are nothing particularly special; he stands around 5’8”, and is of a very lanky build - if he were any skinnier, he almost appear to be nothing more than a shadow, although this seems to bother him very little. He has no muscle mass worth speaking of, just enough to keep himself moving when necessary.
Most of the left side of Ricia’s body appears almost human, save for a few peculiar variations. The first noticeable feature he has is undoubtedly his hair - it is of a bright crimson hue, and is cut just above chin-length in most areas. It stands out obviously against his pale complexion, and falls in feathery layers around his face.
Ricia’s left eye is a stunningly clear, emerald green; a match for any one of that variety of precious gems. At times, it can serve as a type of window into his general thoughts and emotions, while at others, it can prove as difficult to read as Ricia himself. It seems fairly normal and human in itself, and gives no sign of his actual nature at all.
One of the key signs contained in Ricia’s left side that tells others he is not exactly human comes on his left hand. Whereas fingernails are normally rounded, in some shade of pink and then white at the tip, Ricia’s own on this hand are each trimmed down to a point on the outer edge, as if filed - like a set of extremely sharp claws. Also, they are pitch black; this shade could be gained by painting them that way, but the youth’s are quite natural.
Upon seeing the right side of Ricia’s body -- even so much as his face -- it quickly becomes apparent why he tends to hide it from those he is unfamiliar with. Near the middle of his forehead, the skin becomes much darker than the left side of his face; similar to the surface color of a common heartless. In a way, it appears almost sickly, or as if half of his face is lost in shadow - many are surprised when they first make this revelation for themselves.
Likewise, Ricia’s right eye is highly dissimilar to his other - some would say “mismatched” to describe the difference, but such a combination is obviously not human. The right eye is a pale, golden-yellow; the same shade that is seen in many common heartless. There is no pupil or iris, a stunning sight - it is completely blank, like a pale-faced moon at midnight.
The hand on this side of the youth’s body is perhaps the least likely attribute to be mistaken as normal at first glance; the extremity and digits form a shape more like an animal’s claw than a human hand. While the hand moves similarly to his other, there is no denying the differences on surface level. However, there is an advantage to the oddity - it is a good measure stronger than his left hand, and can block some non-lethal attacks.
All in all, Ricia’s appearance can be summed up fairly easily: On one side, he appears nothing more than a normal teenage boy, albeit a bit thin. On the other, it is quite obvious that he is not all human; because of his odd looks, it is not uncommon for him to be estranged from humans as well as other heartless - he seems, figuratively pertaining to his looks, “caught between a rock and a hard place”.
Personality: The word “unusual” comes about as close to generally describing Ricia’s personality as any other expression - truthfully, it seems to be what most beings come away thinking after an encounter with the youth. Certainly, his personality and behavior are nothing if not very odd.
Unlike the majority of heartless in the worlds, Ricia’s temperament actually leans quite heavily toward the side of meek. As opposed the aggressive nature that would be expected from a darkness-oriented being such as himself or any of his counterparts, he proves to be uncommonly nervous and jittery concerning almost everything - in fact, it is probably more difficult for him to discern something that really sits well with his nerves than something that bothers him.
Very close to the top of his internal list of dislikes and fears are any situations where he must rely on his combative skills. Aside from the fact that he isn’t in the practice of fighting -- meaning that he is not adept at using any skills he may have acquired over time -- Ricia simply isn’t fond of violence in any form - another peculiar trait, some would observe, for a heartless.
Instead of fighting, Ricia has the automatic tendency to run from any given situation. If anything, he is more skilled at evasion than he is at attacking in any way; again, this probably stems from his innate sense of general anxiety. He is not at all secure in his own abilities, so much prefers to avoid combat when possible.
When speaking of Ricia’s people skills, it is generally safe to say by those who have met him that he retains “next to nothing” in this area. It’s not that he’s excessively rude or snobbish; the problem is more centered around his communication skills, or rather, lack thereof. To put it mildly, talking of any kind is not his strong suit - he is usually too quiet for anyone to get a good impression of, other than the fact that he is always incredibly nervous.
Occasionally, if he has built up to an adequate level of comfort with one being or another, he will peek out of his metaphorical shell and talk. Suffice it to say, though, that most of what he says is not deeply informative to those who are listening - his words are more like background noise, a chattering of sorts that tries not to show how much he fears touching on more important subjects. This can be vexing to those who don’t have the patience to wheedle his outer defenses down through this type of conversation, and learn what he’s really all about.
Despite his difficulties in the area of interaction beyond himself, Ricia seems instinctively drawn to people of any sort. It is not uncommon for him to simply follow a single being around for hours on end, until he is noticed or told off, in which case he will promptly disappear - or try to, in the case of his following more attentive beings.
Some may perceive Ricia as being crazy - sometimes, these observations are tricky to deny, as he has many odd little habits, such as talking to himself. In all truth, most of these quirks can be attributed to his somewhat childish mentality; he is a puzzling mix of naïveté and more age-appropriate instincts to any and all who meet him.
History: Born and raised in the world of Hollow Bastion, Ricia once lived a fairly normal childhood. In the time before utter darkness fell over the worlds, he was a single child to a middle-class couple who loved him dearly, and took the best care of him that any child could hope for. Back then, he was happy - back then, he had no reason to fear the dark.
During his childhood, Ricia was never very concerned with the outside world; there was only him and his family, nothing else. His parents were everything to him, and like so often seems the case, he thought the universe could not be more perfect.
And then came Mito.
The boy came from seemingly nowhere, on the eve of Ricia’s fourteenth birthday - he arrived at the doorstep of Ricia’s house, covered with dirt and blood, looking bedraggled and as though he had come through a massacre of some sort. And yet there was not one emotion in his silvery-hued eyes; Ricia’s parents assumed that it was because he was in shock, and automatically offered their aid to him.
For days on end, the small family cared for the wounds the boy -- Mito -- had received. Over the first days, he spoke not a single word, although Ricia and his parents continuously encouraged him to tell them so much as his name. And that was the one word he spoke, when finally the shock seemed to have subsided in the tiniest amount. “Mito”. That was his only answer to the question of his name, so it was accepted as his identity.
Obviously, Ricia’s family had no idea where Mito could have come from, come through, to sustain the scars and trauma which had apparently been wrought upon him. As he said nothing more from that point forward, the boy was utterly silent concerning what had befallen him or what family he had - or used to have; his new adopted family began to doubt that even when he decided to speak again, he would share any of the horrible experience with them.
Just the same, Ricia did his best to befriend the other. He talked of everything he did, everything he had seen, with Mito - even if the boy, who was around his age, did not respond, he was perfectly happy to go on talking until the other finally decided to open up to him. All the while, Mito would listen, his silver eyes empty of emotion and staring off at something unknown.
When he was well enough, Ricia began taking Mito everywhere with him - everywhere, and it was observed by many that, after some time, the silent boy began to accept this treatment; to expect it, even. It was rare that Ricia was seen without his new “best friend” as he dubbed the other. While it was certain that Mito’s ever-present silence could cause frustration in the former, Ricia persisted in his attempts despite it all.
Their peace was shattered on the day the darkness overtook the once happy world. Ricia took Mito down for a walk along the shoreline, and for once, the atmosphere was oddly quiet - not uncomfortable, but without the noisy chatter that Ricia seemed to think his own responsibility to keep up. Each was silent for their own reason.
Just as Mito astonished them both by opening his mouth as if to speak -- to say what, Ricia would never know for sure -- was when the darkness swept up all around them, engulfing them. The heartless had arrived, and the world of Hollow Bastion was rapidly being drowned in shadows. And the two boys -- at least one of whom had no former knowledge of fighting -- were unable to adequately defend themselves against the onslaught.
Before they both fell to the darkness, though, Ricia recalls Mito reaching out to him with one hand. His eyes, for once not staring into some distant space, were focused directly on his friend. And he spoke - one word, no more, no less. Ricia’s name; a plea for help, or possibly for forgiveness.
The boy was already half-absorbed by the darkness, his appearance so startling that Ricia hesitated. Just for a single instant, a heartbeat. But it was long enough for the world to go black in both of their eyes. He reached out too late, and the surge of heartless took them both, right as their fingertips touched.
When he woke up, the world was dark around him; Ricia’s memories were foggy, and hardly anything but a lingering fear of the pressing darkness around him remained. He had changed - changed to what he is now. It was like the beginning of an eternal end for the boy, who had barely any recollection of who he was.
Since then, nearly a year has passed - Ricia has become a wanderer, searching for…something. His parents, one would assume, are long gone, as was Mito when he first awoke as a heartless. The most he can remember of his past life are brief flashes; most faces of those he knew are lost to him, although he can vaguely recall the smiling faces of his parents.
The one thing that lingers from that past time is the memory of Mito. While Ricia knows not what the importance of the other boy is to his previous life, he is certain that the face that haunts his dreams holds something more in store for his destiny. He still has a mixed fear and acceptance of the dark; and he occasionally has nightmares about the time when he couldn’t quite reach Mito before the heartless stole so much from them.
He feels he has committed a great wrong in his life…and now, he hopes to somehow discover what it was, and make it right.
Dream/Goal: Ricia searches for a mysterious face from his past, to which he only has a name: Mito. Even that could have changed in the span of a year, though, so his search seems futile. But he persists, feeling that it is the most important thing he can accomplish. If he cannot return to the way he was, then at least he can find peace with what he has become.
Race/Form: Heartless
Side: Dark
Have you read the rules? Hmm…Right now, Demyx. Just because.
Age: 15 years
Gender: Male
World Origin: Hollow Bastion
Weapon: His weapon of choice (although some would doubt its actual classification to be that of a weapon) is a type of small smoke pellet - the recipe is of his own development. Upon hard impact due to being dropped or thrown, they burst into a cloud of grayish-green smoke. Truthfully, they are used more as a distraction than an actual offensive attack. They don’t last very long, and aren’t particularly effective against foes with heightened senses; no worries to those that get caught, either - they’re not poisonous to most beings.
If forced into a situation with combat, he uses his claws (see appearance for more info) to attack and defend. He has no other preference as far as weapons go, although it seems he would be best suited to shorter-range weapons such as swords or daggers.
Means of Transportation: Dark portals - although he does not prefer this form of travel, as they are always a bit unstable. Hitching rides with whatever form of transport - legitimately or not - happens to be around seems to be a more comfortable form of transportation for him.
Strengths: Ricia’s strongest skills are undoubtedly those he uses for defense and evasion. Accordingly with his general strategy of dealing with people, his speed is also fairly high; much of his energy is put into escaping and hiding, although he is able to defend himself if he absolutely must. If he were to spend more time on his offensive maneuvers, he might actually have fair skill in that area, too - currently, though, his defense receives the most attention.
Weaknesses: The most obvious weakness that Ricia possesses is that caused by lack of physical strength - when forced into a situation involving combat, especially against an opponent with greater ability in this area, he is put at a supreme disadvantage. The best he can hope to do in such an event is to evade any attacks, or possibly block lesser ones with his right hand.
Also, while his right eye can see fairly well in the dark, his left eye has been granted no such reprieve. For this reason, and additionally because the vision on his right is sharper, his perspective is somewhat unbalanced. This can cause him to make severe errors in his judgment at times, which presents quite a problem in and of itself.
Besides the fact that the skin on the right side of his body is a little sensitive to sunlight, Ricia retains a deeply ingrained fear of fire. It is not at all unheard of for him to panic in any situation where the burning element is involved - more so, even, than his usual sense of fear. Naturally, this gives him excessive trouble when facing any opponent armed with a strong Fire spell.
Magic/Abilities (if any): Although he hardly ever uses it, Ricia is able to cast a medium-strength blizzard spell. Generally, the only time this comes into play is when he is feeling particularly threatened - especially if he encounters fire.
Appearance: ((Picture coming later, my internet is a little bad with picture uploading today, for some reason x.x))
To be brutally honest and to the point, Ricia looks very much like the result of a mixture between a heartless and a human gone wrong. If the two were on opposite ends of the spectrum, the youth would evidently be planted firmly in the middle, exterior-wise. Unfortunately, this adds on to his already jittery personality with quite a bit of self-consciousness on his part.
It is a wide-spread thought that supposedly, when a stronger heart -- or one that holds more evil to begin with -- succumbs to the darkness and becomes a heartless, some are able to retain a humanoid form; likewise, lesser and weaker hearts are entirely consumed by the darkness, and generally lose their shape in exchange for that of one of the common heartless. Ricia’s appearance, however, would suggest that he was stuck somewhere between these two groups when he was absorbed by the shadows.
There are literally two sides to the youth’s looks - most immediately evident are the differences between the two. His general physical attributes are nothing particularly special; he stands around 5’8”, and is of a very lanky build - if he were any skinnier, he almost appear to be nothing more than a shadow, although this seems to bother him very little. He has no muscle mass worth speaking of, just enough to keep himself moving when necessary.
Most of the left side of Ricia’s body appears almost human, save for a few peculiar variations. The first noticeable feature he has is undoubtedly his hair - it is of a bright crimson hue, and is cut just above chin-length in most areas. It stands out obviously against his pale complexion, and falls in feathery layers around his face.
Ricia’s left eye is a stunningly clear, emerald green; a match for any one of that variety of precious gems. At times, it can serve as a type of window into his general thoughts and emotions, while at others, it can prove as difficult to read as Ricia himself. It seems fairly normal and human in itself, and gives no sign of his actual nature at all.
One of the key signs contained in Ricia’s left side that tells others he is not exactly human comes on his left hand. Whereas fingernails are normally rounded, in some shade of pink and then white at the tip, Ricia’s own on this hand are each trimmed down to a point on the outer edge, as if filed - like a set of extremely sharp claws. Also, they are pitch black; this shade could be gained by painting them that way, but the youth’s are quite natural.
Upon seeing the right side of Ricia’s body -- even so much as his face -- it quickly becomes apparent why he tends to hide it from those he is unfamiliar with. Near the middle of his forehead, the skin becomes much darker than the left side of his face; similar to the surface color of a common heartless. In a way, it appears almost sickly, or as if half of his face is lost in shadow - many are surprised when they first make this revelation for themselves.
Likewise, Ricia’s right eye is highly dissimilar to his other - some would say “mismatched” to describe the difference, but such a combination is obviously not human. The right eye is a pale, golden-yellow; the same shade that is seen in many common heartless. There is no pupil or iris, a stunning sight - it is completely blank, like a pale-faced moon at midnight.
The hand on this side of the youth’s body is perhaps the least likely attribute to be mistaken as normal at first glance; the extremity and digits form a shape more like an animal’s claw than a human hand. While the hand moves similarly to his other, there is no denying the differences on surface level. However, there is an advantage to the oddity - it is a good measure stronger than his left hand, and can block some non-lethal attacks.
All in all, Ricia’s appearance can be summed up fairly easily: On one side, he appears nothing more than a normal teenage boy, albeit a bit thin. On the other, it is quite obvious that he is not all human; because of his odd looks, it is not uncommon for him to be estranged from humans as well as other heartless - he seems, figuratively pertaining to his looks, “caught between a rock and a hard place”.
Personality: The word “unusual” comes about as close to generally describing Ricia’s personality as any other expression - truthfully, it seems to be what most beings come away thinking after an encounter with the youth. Certainly, his personality and behavior are nothing if not very odd.
Unlike the majority of heartless in the worlds, Ricia’s temperament actually leans quite heavily toward the side of meek. As opposed the aggressive nature that would be expected from a darkness-oriented being such as himself or any of his counterparts, he proves to be uncommonly nervous and jittery concerning almost everything - in fact, it is probably more difficult for him to discern something that really sits well with his nerves than something that bothers him.
Very close to the top of his internal list of dislikes and fears are any situations where he must rely on his combative skills. Aside from the fact that he isn’t in the practice of fighting -- meaning that he is not adept at using any skills he may have acquired over time -- Ricia simply isn’t fond of violence in any form - another peculiar trait, some would observe, for a heartless.
Instead of fighting, Ricia has the automatic tendency to run from any given situation. If anything, he is more skilled at evasion than he is at attacking in any way; again, this probably stems from his innate sense of general anxiety. He is not at all secure in his own abilities, so much prefers to avoid combat when possible.
When speaking of Ricia’s people skills, it is generally safe to say by those who have met him that he retains “next to nothing” in this area. It’s not that he’s excessively rude or snobbish; the problem is more centered around his communication skills, or rather, lack thereof. To put it mildly, talking of any kind is not his strong suit - he is usually too quiet for anyone to get a good impression of, other than the fact that he is always incredibly nervous.
Occasionally, if he has built up to an adequate level of comfort with one being or another, he will peek out of his metaphorical shell and talk. Suffice it to say, though, that most of what he says is not deeply informative to those who are listening - his words are more like background noise, a chattering of sorts that tries not to show how much he fears touching on more important subjects. This can be vexing to those who don’t have the patience to wheedle his outer defenses down through this type of conversation, and learn what he’s really all about.
Despite his difficulties in the area of interaction beyond himself, Ricia seems instinctively drawn to people of any sort. It is not uncommon for him to simply follow a single being around for hours on end, until he is noticed or told off, in which case he will promptly disappear - or try to, in the case of his following more attentive beings.
Some may perceive Ricia as being crazy - sometimes, these observations are tricky to deny, as he has many odd little habits, such as talking to himself. In all truth, most of these quirks can be attributed to his somewhat childish mentality; he is a puzzling mix of naïveté and more age-appropriate instincts to any and all who meet him.
History: Born and raised in the world of Hollow Bastion, Ricia once lived a fairly normal childhood. In the time before utter darkness fell over the worlds, he was a single child to a middle-class couple who loved him dearly, and took the best care of him that any child could hope for. Back then, he was happy - back then, he had no reason to fear the dark.
During his childhood, Ricia was never very concerned with the outside world; there was only him and his family, nothing else. His parents were everything to him, and like so often seems the case, he thought the universe could not be more perfect.
And then came Mito.
The boy came from seemingly nowhere, on the eve of Ricia’s fourteenth birthday - he arrived at the doorstep of Ricia’s house, covered with dirt and blood, looking bedraggled and as though he had come through a massacre of some sort. And yet there was not one emotion in his silvery-hued eyes; Ricia’s parents assumed that it was because he was in shock, and automatically offered their aid to him.
For days on end, the small family cared for the wounds the boy -- Mito -- had received. Over the first days, he spoke not a single word, although Ricia and his parents continuously encouraged him to tell them so much as his name. And that was the one word he spoke, when finally the shock seemed to have subsided in the tiniest amount. “Mito”. That was his only answer to the question of his name, so it was accepted as his identity.
Obviously, Ricia’s family had no idea where Mito could have come from, come through, to sustain the scars and trauma which had apparently been wrought upon him. As he said nothing more from that point forward, the boy was utterly silent concerning what had befallen him or what family he had - or used to have; his new adopted family began to doubt that even when he decided to speak again, he would share any of the horrible experience with them.
Just the same, Ricia did his best to befriend the other. He talked of everything he did, everything he had seen, with Mito - even if the boy, who was around his age, did not respond, he was perfectly happy to go on talking until the other finally decided to open up to him. All the while, Mito would listen, his silver eyes empty of emotion and staring off at something unknown.
When he was well enough, Ricia began taking Mito everywhere with him - everywhere, and it was observed by many that, after some time, the silent boy began to accept this treatment; to expect it, even. It was rare that Ricia was seen without his new “best friend” as he dubbed the other. While it was certain that Mito’s ever-present silence could cause frustration in the former, Ricia persisted in his attempts despite it all.
Their peace was shattered on the day the darkness overtook the once happy world. Ricia took Mito down for a walk along the shoreline, and for once, the atmosphere was oddly quiet - not uncomfortable, but without the noisy chatter that Ricia seemed to think his own responsibility to keep up. Each was silent for their own reason.
Just as Mito astonished them both by opening his mouth as if to speak -- to say what, Ricia would never know for sure -- was when the darkness swept up all around them, engulfing them. The heartless had arrived, and the world of Hollow Bastion was rapidly being drowned in shadows. And the two boys -- at least one of whom had no former knowledge of fighting -- were unable to adequately defend themselves against the onslaught.
Before they both fell to the darkness, though, Ricia recalls Mito reaching out to him with one hand. His eyes, for once not staring into some distant space, were focused directly on his friend. And he spoke - one word, no more, no less. Ricia’s name; a plea for help, or possibly for forgiveness.
The boy was already half-absorbed by the darkness, his appearance so startling that Ricia hesitated. Just for a single instant, a heartbeat. But it was long enough for the world to go black in both of their eyes. He reached out too late, and the surge of heartless took them both, right as their fingertips touched.
When he woke up, the world was dark around him; Ricia’s memories were foggy, and hardly anything but a lingering fear of the pressing darkness around him remained. He had changed - changed to what he is now. It was like the beginning of an eternal end for the boy, who had barely any recollection of who he was.
Since then, nearly a year has passed - Ricia has become a wanderer, searching for…something. His parents, one would assume, are long gone, as was Mito when he first awoke as a heartless. The most he can remember of his past life are brief flashes; most faces of those he knew are lost to him, although he can vaguely recall the smiling faces of his parents.
The one thing that lingers from that past time is the memory of Mito. While Ricia knows not what the importance of the other boy is to his previous life, he is certain that the face that haunts his dreams holds something more in store for his destiny. He still has a mixed fear and acceptance of the dark; and he occasionally has nightmares about the time when he couldn’t quite reach Mito before the heartless stole so much from them.
He feels he has committed a great wrong in his life…and now, he hopes to somehow discover what it was, and make it right.
Dream/Goal: Ricia searches for a mysterious face from his past, to which he only has a name: Mito. Even that could have changed in the span of a year, though, so his search seems futile. But he persists, feeling that it is the most important thing he can accomplish. If he cannot return to the way he was, then at least he can find peace with what he has become.
Race/Form: Heartless
Side: Dark
Have you read the rules? Hmm…Right now, Demyx. Just because.