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BaseSebastian, there I did it...wait! I can't open my eyes again! GAAAAH! It's a good thing I took a lesson and have good memory of the keys.

Yes...Forgive me one error. Don't make me look stupid, that's the job of Laurence_Fox.

Who gives a....Deux...Deuce/Deux....geddit?

I'm so sorry to hear you got banned, Rat? Is there anything I can do to help?? I must avenge the Banned! Unless I have the risk of being banned myself....then the spammers, deadbeats, and losers are on their own.

BUT ANYWHO(!), Great sig, i dnt thnk i t to tally is sht.
evn tho it sorta is....NOT!

Ok, who else here actually likes the movies and isn't picky? Wow....if this were an auidience, I'd probably being hearing a lil' Ol' Cricket bug by now. 0o

Anyways, (If Harrison Ford doesn't die)...my only words are *Cold Stare*....and....actually...I only have the cold stare....unless somebody wants to hear a really long rant. Come'on, he's old, but so is Mickey Rooney, **** Van ****, and Yo'mama(To no-one in particular, actually, I just wanted to say something stupid) And not to mention, those guys are ancient, respectively, compared to Ford...for cripes'snakes. (Why did it have to be snakes?)

I've never seen any of the Idiana movies, so I probably won't be so..vat is vord I am searcheeng for....hmmm.....Biased...to shay ze leest. And Vhy am I laphshing into a German Ashent?

Anyvay....(Dangit!) Anyway(!), let me set a few things straight, for those at home.

Numero Uno, George Lucas, not a dumbass.

Numero Duos, Harrison Ford, not very old.

Numero tres, Shia Lebouf, not-all-that-bad-at-acting....I fear that is all I can say on that matter.

Numeroooooo........Four-o, I need to brush up on my Spainish...or is it Spannish....Spanglish...? OMG! I loved that movie! Even though....alot of people hated it because people wouldn't know good movie if it was on a screen over six feet wide, had a great plot, cast, and crew, and it bit them in the theater seat-meat.

Honeshtly peoplesh, vhy do you hate movies sho much.....-_-''...I vent into a German Ashent again..didn't I?

[MARQUEE]Sunday Morning and the Dursley family, Harry, and Luxord, were all sitting in their usual chairs, or in Harry's case, on the floor. Uncle Vernon, in particular, Luxord noted, was looking espeacially sumg that morning, for some odd or other reason.

Vernon breathed a great sigh of relief, takeing a sip of his morning coffee.
"Beautiful day, Sunday...Does anyone know why?"
He asked around, everyone but Harry shurgging or setting their gazes elsewhere.

"Because there's no post on Sunday..."
Harry responded quite drearily, his eyes fixed on the carpet as if disappointed about something.

Vernon moved about in his seat happily, takeing another drink of coffee.
"That's right!"
He responded quite quickly.
"Not one blasted letter today, No sir!"

Just then, a Barn owl caught Luxord's eyes outside, causing a minor stir with Petunia, who fidgeted in her rocker, and within moments, several other owls joined the Barn outside the windowsill.

"Not one Bloody-"
Vernon ranted on happily, until a familiar envelope flew from the fireplace, and landed itself in Vernon's thick moustache.

With this, Harry was looking around in amazement, while the Dursely were looking quite confounded and worried, as a flood of envelopes fluttered out of the very same fireplace, and soon carpeted the entire living room, due to their sheer quantity. Luxord had already leapt calmly from his seat as envelopes flooded over the seatcushion, the envelopes contuing to pour into the room, and slide into the hallway.

Harry was leaping in the air, hands extended to retreive just one letter, but Vernon quickly intersected, tackling Harry to the ground.

"Pack your bags, we're going away! Where they can't find us!"
Vernon yelled in rage between letters pelting his thick face and Harry's struggling. Then Vernon's eyes fixed right on Luxord, who had still not elected to take off his hood.
"And you....are coming with us to make sure you don't contact one of those freaky friends of yours!"
Vernon yelled acussingly at Luxord.

Luxord took, of course, no offense, as he could not feel. But even if he could take offense, he would not, for this stroke of luck kept him around the mainstream, therefor giving him a upperhand. The thing he treasured most of all.

Petunia and Dudley, however, were looking quite frightened at the sudden turn of events, and Petunia left the flooding hallway in a rush to pack bags for everyone.

Due to the limited time, Petunia quickly returned from the upstairs, with more bags than most people could carry, almost losing her balance halfway down the stairs. Thus, in a rush, the Dursley Family, Vernon holding Harry's head and the rest under his arm to keep the boy from escaping as the entire group flooded into the Dursely Car, being very cramped with one added passenger.

And, with armies of owls flooding the sky, the Dursely car roared out of Privet Drive.[/MARQUEE]

Man, and I thought my post was stale....0o

But dude, then why are Tree Lemurs takeing over kasvania?

Even though I corrected most of what Xekim said, I still have to shed some light on the matter that the matter that this is a thread about Kingdom Hearts Ultimania, not the actual game. Your post actually holds very little in this thread, Xekim.

As to answer the actual question, which is answered several times in several places, Kingdom Hearts Ultimania*Glares at Xekim*, is basically what Crono, Dark, and Xaale said it is. It's mostly where we get our background inspiration and information on Kingdom hearts.

Also, Xekim, I find your avatar to be quite....disturbing. I wouldn't find it that way so much if it didn't depict Namine being squished into a flat, bloody Pancake by the Bust Sword, and Namine' being whacked over the head with the keyblade besides.

I actually first heard about this a while ago, but this thread and an article in the Harry Potter wikia resurfaced the fact to me.

His role, Marcus Belbey, was a Ravenclaw student in 1996 (Order of the Pheonix)(For further information on actual Harry Potter timelines, see the wikia for Harry Potter), who tried out for Horace Slughorn's "Slug-club", since Belbly's Uncle had created the Wolfsbane potion, which was critical to those bitten, such as Remus Lupin. But due to the fact Belby's father wasn't on good terms with Slughorn, the potionmaster utltimately turned down Marcus Belbey as a "Slug Club member".

Not exactly a very dramatic role, but unfortuneately, Robert Knox's first and last major role. He had previously played on The Bill with a minor Role.

Aconnection between him and Kingdom hearts, just for thought, would be that Robert Knox played on The Bill which had a character named Michael Sowerby, who was played by actor David Dayan Fisher. Does the name seem familiar? Mr. Fisher did the voice role of Xaldin in Kingdom hearts II.
Also, Danniel Radcliffe, in a 2002 episode of The Bill,, was featured in the same series.

Knox's short but Noble career will be remembered by many. And may his murderer find his right place in the fiery pit.

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|game =[[Kingdom Hearts (game)|<font color=white>Kingdom Hearts</font>]]
|location =[[End of the World]]
|HP =300%
|experience =15,000
|learn =Superglide
|items=None
|type=Disney Villian
|command=None
|info=N/A
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'''Chernabog''' is the demonic denizen of Bald Mountain, which can be found in the [[End of the World]]. Although he is a difficult adversary, there are different tactics to defeating him quite easily.
He apparently is neither [[Heartless]] or [[Nobody]], as he is far too dark to be a nobody, and shows a strategy in battle, while Heartless all act of instinct.

==Attacks and Battle==

In this battle, Sora and Party can fly around the area, much similiar to [[Ursula]] the second time, and the final battle with [[Xehanort's Heartless|Ansem]]

Although his attacks are few, they are very upscale and dangerous to the health bar. The most powerful attack is when he looks as though he is bended over, apparently hurt, but then rises triumphantly, causing the volcano to erupt violently. Another attack would be when he conistently breathes fire, either from left to right, or right to left. When he begins to lose health, he will use manners of [[Aero]] to knock the party far away from him, at which point he will send out beams of light similiar to the ones [[Xemnas]] casts from his Nobody Dragon.

A good way to avoid the first one is to quickly fly away, and press the "triangle button" to signal to [[Donald]] and [[Goofy]] to follow [[Sora]], so that they will not perish either.

The second can be avoided by simply flying behind his head, and merely waiting for him to stop breathing fire. Also, now would be a good time to attack from the back of his skull.

The third cannot be avoided, but the fourth can be difficultly manuevered past.

==Background==
Chernabog is originally a [[wikipedia:Disney Pictures|Disney]] villain, from the short-film: ''Night on Bald mountain''. In which he erupts from the mountain in a similar way to his game-counterpart. He ensues with his devilish antics at night until church bells ringing [[wikipedia:Ave Maria|"Ave Maria"]] cast him away in the morning.

The [[wikipedia:Night on bald mountain|original score]] from the short is used as the battle music in ''Kingdom Hearts''.

{{Disneyvillains}}
[[Category:Bosses]]

I was repairing something a noob did on kingdomhearts.wikia.com.
xD

Basically everything that either I or others have said several times. The last sentence of the quote being quite recently dolved about.

Let's try not and repeat ourselves, eh?

Luxord clutched the seperate arms of the leather chair he sat in, faceing no one as Petunia and Vernon, and Luxord Assumed, Harry, had all went to bed, and allowed Luxord to sleep on the couch. However, the quite corpulent Dudely had moronically fallen asleep on the couch, tv still flashing, and popcorn slowly dropping onto the floor from the bag. Any attempts to move the child would most futile, so Luxord decided just to sit and meditate in the chair.

After all, nobodies did not need sleep exactly. Sleep was for those who had hearts. Nobodies could find rest, but it was just anothe further ruse to try and fool themselves that they existed. Infact, that was the entire reason Luxord was now forced into matters he did not control, instances he hated the most. The very reason he had lost all chances to return his own heart from the depths of Kingdom hearts, was a boy...a boy and a key. And what was worse, Sora had not had the aid of his friends during the battle with Luxord. Sora had defeated him solely, and soundly. With this, Luxord had to give the boy some manner of dignity, rather than let it boil inside himself to kill Sora and his friends.

Just then, a quick wisp of a sound reached inside Luxord's ears, hearing something slip out from the fireplace behind him. Calmly, he got out of his chair, and instead of a hostile anything, there was but a small parchment, right on the fireplace nook. Luxord picked it up, and turned it over from a blank side, sealed with a red wax seal-stamp, and saw the other side had writing on it.

Unknowing of most of what the letter read, Luxord knew that "Harry James Potter" must have rffered to Harry, who Luxord had no idea where the boy was. Luxord then remembered Harry had talked about "Hogwarts", and "I've been getting letters from them." With these thoughts flowing inside his mind, Luxord felt as though this card in his hand might just win the jackpot and give him the upper hand in the game, so he slowly tore open the seal, and pulled out the letter inside, his eyes already adjusted to the dark, so he didn't have to cause a stir and turn on a lamp.

~Dear Harry Potter, as Head Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizadry, I would like to inform you, you may start your first year at the school, in order to learn the ways of wizadry and spellmaking.~

Luxord's eyes sped over different items that were apparently needed by first years at this strange school, which included such strong commodities as a small, pewter cauldron, a collection of oddly named books, and a wand. Such things Luxord himself considered rubbish, as magic could not exist among normal people, those sorts of things had to be aquired by skill or acheivement, not by bloodlines, as most of the rest of the letter explained. Finally, Luxord' eyes reached the bottom of the parchment, reading out the name of the sender wth almost-familiarity: "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledor"

The fact some things seemed so familiar, such as the strange elongity of the name at the end, and the different items needed and the odd book titles, that caused Luxord's brain to boggle for moment, leaving him standing there, in the dark, looking down at the paper. But catching himself, he merely folded the paper up, and neatly put it inside his cloak pocket, close to his side.

If he were to hold the upperhand, he'd have to wait until morning and try to figure out things further while he still had a lead. Fortuneately, the Sunday Morning sun was just now coming up from across the sea of black tar, Luxord watching it as it rose without blinking. A smile of triumph on his features.

Not the way it happens in Kingdom Hearts. Pure and simple.

When Clayton loses his heart when the Stealth Sneak falls on him and crushes him, his heart blends with the heartless and both return to Kingdom Hearts, for example.

I doubt Square-Enix would waver from their own original concept.

But also, perhaps Ansem is dead. Perhaps, since Nobodies are made from people both bad and good, he turned into a Nobody! Humanic like an Organization member due to his strong will, heart, and mind.

Of course, Xemnas was already taken, so Ansem would have to choose something like Manse-0.0....nevermind....he could change his name to Xenmas. Rearrange the M and N.

All more to the point of how Ansem "dies" is not death. Death in Kingdom Hearts is when a body collapses and a heart floats away, with Sora being an exception as he disappeared in a spark of golden pyrefly looking things, but that is because he released his own heart.

"My hearts is telling me what I must do!"

Do you believe such wording can be that of a suicidal nitwit? No, it is the words of one very wise in the ways of the heart. Not by mind he knows, but by his heart.

It is possible, yes, that his heart was consumed and locked away in Kingdom hearts, to negate my point. However, such a fate is not befitting to one who still thirsts for the knowledge he had lost; the hopes, dreams, and just and fair power over the people of Radiant Gardens, he had lost.

A diehard young soul rested his foot on the front inch of his own bowspirit, the Carribbean sun now setting on the sea-horizon, the horizon stretching forever in blue, red, and orange, the sun sinking as the moments passed. Aft Murok, Captain of the Cursed Storm, breathed a deep sigh of sea air, heaved himself up, careful not to fall over since it would be a rather long but short drop to the sea below. He walked one foot in front of another across the bowspirit, until he finally reached the front deck, the black wood strong against his feet.

Swabbing across the front deck, was quite the familiar face in the German deckhand, Eric Housthaus, who was looking no less irratable as that of a branded cattle. The young deckhand moved his stubborn eyes from the mop to the Captain standing smirk just a few feet from him. With the same smirkness, mostly due to his stubborn attitude when faced with taskes of labor he did not favor.

"Ien shall goose, you vant to know how closhce ve are to our destination port, yesh?"
The German asked in a thick accent, a smug smile across his unshavened features.

Aft cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes, you can help yourself to the potato skin peels in the mess quarters."
Aft replies smartly and ignorantly, messing with Eric's thick accent to a high degree, and just waltzed right behind the confounded German.

On the main deck, he could make out the helm, and the helmsman, Fredderick Thomas, dressed in his home clothing of the Continents of North America, quite stained from sweat and stretched out about the portly mans frame. Aft calmly walked up the staircase to the back upper deck, and stood by the helms, facing the ocean more than Thomas.
"Are you sure we can find at least a few more crewmembers to help mantain the Storm?, in Toturga?"
Aft asked curiously, his scottish-backgrounds slightly etched into voice.

The husky man replied a hearty laugh, giving the helmwheel another spin as a landmass came into view on the horizon.
"Bet your boots Captain."
Thomas replied with a wink, and the two stared off into the landmass, growing increasingly bigger and more dinfinative with each knot.

Then, Aft's eyes were drawn to something much closer, and much more attractive, who was walking, hips swaying, just below deck. Aft patted Fredderick on the shoulder, eyes still fixated on the lower-deck, and said a curt farewell, so whisking down the steps he had just come up moments ago.

The beauty that turned to face him, had eyes deep blue, lips suculent red, and a form of an hourglass....and if you were to say that to Aft Murok, he would reply with a laugh "And the sahara desert lies all on the top!"

She smirked at him, blouse and dress flapping in the mid-sunset wind.
"Will you be doing any more "docking" at the port?"
Maria Grafia-Petto asked, a thin black eyebrow arched delicately but with authority.

Aft merely chuckled deeply at the blow.
"You're my only first mate, darling."
He retorted, using a methophor as well as she did.

Maria gave a smug grin, surpisingly white teeth ctaching in the last moments of light.
"Don't jump to conclusions Captain."
She remarked, her face now turned once more to fastly approaching Tortuga small side mountain range, which hid most of the ships already in port from anybody coming in.

Aft turned his eyes the same way, but still spoke deeply to Maria.
"I have every intention to ingore that."
He finished, obviously haveing the last word in as the other did not reply.

And so, with this, The Cursed Storm made port in Tortuga Port, known for notoriety across the entire seven seas.

OOC: Haveing to put up with Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley, Snape, Voldemort, Draco Malfoy, and Neville Longbottom. Isn't that punishment?

I just figured on Harry Potter since Luxord is a Brit and all, Jolly good. But I was caught on a line when it came to me "How will Luxord get into Hogwarts? He's too old..." But then it hit me! You'll see.

BIC:

Luxord rapped on the door, and shortly thereafter a shrill voice from the inside carried all the way through the doors and into Luxord's ears.
"Vernon! Get the door!"

And within moments, a portly man, with a ruddy face, practically almost purple, a thick moustache much like that of a Walrus, and with no neck, peered his tiny eyes at Luxord, who had his hood up, which masked his face and made him look like some sort of hoodlum. Fortuneately, the pouring rain, which caught the portly man's beady eyes reassuringly, gave one reason to be wearing a hooded-cloak.

The portly man, Uncle Vernon, Luxord estimated, gave a forced smile and, probably due to his humility, offered Luxord to come in out of the rain. He stepped aside by the door, and opened it a bit wider to let Luxord walk in without a word.

Luxord stood near the coat-rack, dripping only slightly, as most of the rain he had been doused with had dryed on the doorstep outside. Inside he saw a smaller version of Vernon lounging on the couch, mouth stuffed with kettlecorn popcorn, and eyes directed on the flashing televison. That must have been Dudley.

And the person who came out of the kitchen with a sopping wet Harry, Luxord could only guess as Aunt Petunia. She was a thin, lanky woman, quite a contrast to her son and spouse, and she had poofy, wirey black hair, which was styled above a face most-similiar to that of a horse.

Her eyes glared right at Luxord, who had yet to remove his hood.
"Who is he?"
She asked in a very tiny voice, but sounding as with one accustomed to authority.

Vernon then shut the door behind him as he walked past Luxord without a word, headding right through the hallway with a stairs, and stopped at Petunia.
"It's pouring like a mad march hare out there, Petunia."
He stated sheepishly, as though he feared and or respected his wife.
"We can't just leave a normal-looking person out on the streets on a night like this..."
He finished with cowardice.

Petunia peered from Luxord to Vernon, then opened her mouth to speak in a whisper, although Luxord could still hear her clearly.
"Normal-looking? He looks like one of them.."
She asks skeptically, putting emphasis on them.

Vernon's beady eyes grew less beady.
"You would know, does he?"
He asks for reassurance, wheeling about as the two of them glared at Luxord up and down.

After a moment, Petunia shook her head, even Luxord not being able to decipher if that meant he looked liked "them" or she just wasn't sure. And as if to try and prove it, she gave the same kind of forced smile Vernon had first given, and pushed Harry aside quite rudely, and walked up to Luxord with Vernon right beside her, who was once again wearing a forced smile.

"Would you care for some tea?"
Petunia asked almost kindly, the edges of her mouth twitching as she talked, as if not accustomed to smiling.

Luxord gave a slight nod, deciding it best not to remove his hood or speak just yet. And with a little nudging from vernon, he made his own way into the living room, which was dimly lit by a few lamps, and the flashing television. Scattered neatly across the entire living room where old photographs of what looked to be a pink meatball with clothes. Luxord looked over his shoulder to Dudely, his eyes still fixed on the TV, and was sure the pink meatball was Dudely as a, not by much, smaller child.

Urged to take a seat, no longer wet, Luxord sat down in a cushioned chair, which faced Petunia's rocker and Vernon's lazychair.

Petunia was the first to speak.
"So...where are you from?"
She began worriedly, staring Luxord down with her large eyes.

Luxord now determined that now was a good time to speak.
"Country-side."
He rep-lied( a mix of replied and lied), his British accent distinct.

Vernon was next, his beady eyes also staring down Luxord.
"I see....then you're not magic at all?"
Vernon asked quite bluntly, his eyes then growing wide from catching himself at what he just said.

Although neither Petunia or Vernon could see, Luxord cocked an eyebrow at the question, finally figuring out what a "them" was to them.

Fortuneately, a whistling from the other room caught Petunia's attention, no doubt the tea water boiling, and Luxord was saved for a moment from answering the question, as Vernon followed her into the question.

On the other side, in the opposite doorway leading into the hallway, Luxord caught Harry from the corner of the open doorway to the living room, giving him a "cut across the throat" signal. Signaling for Luxord to either lie or not answer the "magic" question.

Within the following moments, Petunia came back in with a tray full of teacups and biscuits, and Vernon followed her with a newspaper under his hefty arm. The both of them took their seats again, and Petunia laid down the silver tray she was holding on the low coffee table, while Vernon opened his newspaper to read. Luxord guessed Vernon had said something to upset Petunia so much earlier, that he would not be able to interogate Luxord any further, and just leave it to Petunia.

Petunia poured a cup of tea into a small cup, and handed it to Luxord, who took it without really wanting it, but sensing a need to please these people and not get suspicious.

As Luxord calmly took a sip from behind his hood, one thought passed through his mind.
This is going to be a long night...

OOC: I wanted to do something I've never done before, something I'd like to do, and something that wouldn't be directly suspected.

As I've never brought up Harry Potter as a punishment, I figured it had some manner of surprise with this.

Plus, the fact Luxord's a bloody Brit. xD
(Nobody actually English take "bloody" with offense....especailly those who could easily ban me.....like CtR...0.o)

Genie's eyes suddenly blink open in realization, what Angel said reaching his pointed ears.
"Now why didn't I think of that...?"
Genie asks himself blankly as he bucks on the madhose a bit more.

He snaps his fingers, and the hose is gone. Not the water damage...but the hose...Genie notes this looking around, and poofs away to escape punishment.