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You're not a movie, so you don't count.

Laptops are where it's at. There's nothing to be gained by not having a fifteen inch screen in your face.

Could really use a friend right now.

Because no one ever said I couldn't....
SECOND CHARACTER

Name: Kala

Alias: N/A

Age: Twenty five.

Gender: Female plz

Appearance:

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She wears a cowl that covers her hair, which can fall back, and hides the lower half of her face (this part has to be pulled down).
Personality: Quiet, tough. You're luck to get more then five words out of her at a time.
Weapon: A basic broadsword. (Because she's special).
Talents: Sneaking around, moving quickly, and a talented swords-mistress.
Goals: Make munny. And kill Heartless.
History:

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She has no memories before the age of fifteen, nor does she care. Kala was made into a killing machine by a certain mad scientist, (that she killed of course), and has since wandered between worlds, slaughtering Heartless and Nobodies alike. Her only attainable goals are to keep making enough munny to get her plastered at night, and find enough enemies to make her days pass by quickly as she waits to die, missed by no one and wanted by nothing. And that's the way she wants it to stay.

Other: If it's too dark I can tone it down. But how much fun would that really be?
Hit Points:

Strength: 2
Defense: 1
Agility: 2
Magic: 0
Magic Resist: 1

"I think I'm going to be sick." Ana gulped air, trying to relieve the twisting sensation her stomach was currently going through. She had never thought she would have to worry about motion sickness the way her sister had, but the mode of transportation she had just taken was clearly not boding well with her body.

Something the man had said stuck with her as she rested her head between her knees, relieved in some small part to find the book still attached to her waist.
Dead. They're all dead. It seemed too good to be true, and maybe they were words to try and placate her, but.....she was tempted to believe them.
Once her stomach decided that it was not going to be sick, she remained sitting on the ground, letting the hastily grabbed scythe rest across her lap once more.

"What's your interest with me?" She asked, gently running her fingers through her tangled hair. It was a habit, whenever she was nervous. Not to mention her hair really did need a good brushing.

"Don't you want to take care of whatever other Heartless are out in those woods?"
Not that the strange man seemed to need help, but where there was one, there were many, and if other people had stumbled upon her, perhaps there were still others that would stumble upon the rest of the monsters. She felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of anyone, especially a child, being caught unawares, and unarmed.

Not to mention she had no idea where they were now. But she hadn't in the first place either.

That doesn't really add anything to the conversation...you might want to check with the forum rules. It might just be me but I think that belongs in the spamzone.

On subject, just because I can and will roll with the necro bump, I don't think Sora is necessarily stupid. He is very naive, and trusts way too easily, but that's just who he is. He does have intelligent moments, even if they are few and far between, but I think that Sora is more of an instinctive creature then an intelligent one (he uses his heart instead of his brain). In the first game, he had no choice but to go along with Xehanort, just because he needed to save Kairi and Riku. In Chain of Memories, he honestly had no clue what was going on half the time, because of Namine and Marluxia's scheme, so he can't really be blamed for going onward to try and restore what he lost.

Even though I will always adore Roxas over Sora, it would be a shame for Sora to grow up, or become more intelligent, or darker. He's a bright person, and it's a rare thing to find in today's world; someone who trusts and cares as easily as he does. That makes me treasure it all the more, despite moments where I wish he would just stop and take a second to think it through. That's what Riku is for, anyway.

Isn't this solicitous?

Don't be so harsh D:

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Although I don't think entering an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods is necessarily the best idea for spring break.

You just completely f*cked with my mind.

Re-edited for hopefully the last time, I think everything is good to go now.

I just wanna play D:

Confused in ten different ways and twenty different languages.

If it'll be allowed, I can edit my character to be a Sky Dragonslayer (that would be super cool), I just wasn't sure if there was more then allotted already.

Name: Tessa Jones

Gender: Female, of course.

Level: 15 for S-class!

Age (Min of 14): 20

Description:

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Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, easily trusts other people to a fault.

Weapons: Mage staff

Armor: Right now she has a pair of dark pants and a blue tank top. Still better then going nude.

Magic: Wind, Sky Dragonslayer, Ice Magic (I'm not sure if Dragonslayers have one magic or three, so here it is.)

AS: Aeroga, Cura, Esuna, Blizzard Edge,Sky Dragon's Healing Spell, Arms x Vernier, Troia, Vernier.


Strengths: Defensive magic, fast runner.

Weaknesses/Fears: Snakes (omsnakesno), millipedes, and claustrophobia.

History: Tessa lived a pretty normal life in the beginning. Loving mother and father, a lovely house by the lake and a good education. Until she found out they weren't actually her parents. In her anger, confusion and general angst, she tore down their house, nearly killing them both using magic she didn't know she possessed. She gathered up her savings and traveled the world, trying to find answers about where she came from, who she is, and what this magic is all about.
Other: She cannot resist cute and fluffy animals. Or sweets.

Character Build Chosen: Magic

Character Build Weakness: Strength

Hopefully the last edit.

They really don't think much of women. Ana groaned with frustration as she struggled to hold onto her pole. Maybe they'll think more of me if I get blood on my face.
As much as the idea amused her, the scratch on her arm warned her away.

First the friendly one wanted to give her a bath, then the second one handed her over to the friendly one. She must have missed the memo that she had become property. Again.

With another smart comment and a flash of movement, the strange one was gone. Leaving her alone with the friendly one. Well, at least the odds were a bit better now. The question was; how to deal with him? He insisted he was friendly, but she had heard that tune before. Many times before. You could only rip a muscle so many times before it stopped mending.

"How do I know you're trustworthy?" She asked wearily, letting her forehead test against her arm. It was only a matter of time before she actually did pass out, and since running wasn't an option, talking her way out was the only feasible option.

Unless she stabbed herself. That was still on the table too.

Well, sh*t. She let herself slide to the ground, the scythe leaning closer to the ground until she pulled it across her lap, crossing her legs. At least she wouldn't fall very far.
Always the song and dance about honor, and respectability. Always the same words.

"Never mind that." She waved her hand, as if erasing the question from the air.
"What can I do to get you to leave?" She pointed the way she had come. "Bad people over there, you understand? Doubtless they'll be very upset with me when they discover I'm gone. So you could do a girl a favor and go take care of that, or you can point me in the direction of the absolute middle of nowhere."

Because I refuse to be anyone's possession ever again.