Roxas

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ROXAS

AUTHOR'S NOTE I realize that there's another profile for Roxas up, but I've been working on mine for a while, and after seeing that the other Roxas' profile is copied and pasted from the KH Wiki, I figured it wouldn't hurt to get it up anyway and see what you have to say.

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Stats

Nicknames: Just call him Roxas.
Age: Sixteen years old.
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Questionably heterosexual.
Alignment: Neutral
World: The World that Never Was

In Battle

Weapon:
† OATHKEEPER KEYBLADE
The Keyblade that represents light. This Keyblade is mostly a white, with yellows around the “key” part of the blade and the handle. The point of the blade is made up of some sort of half star with five points, blues and purples blended into it for a calming look. Oathkeeper’s handle were sculpted to resemble the wings of an angel, carefully painted a creamy white. The keychain attached to Oathkeeper resembles that of a paopu fruit, but then again, it could just be a star.

† OBLIVION KEYBLADE
The Keyblade that represents darkness. Oblivion holds a somewhat gothic style to it, having a combination of blacks, dark blues, and dark purples. It’s ’key’ part of the blade is sinister looking, made with a hard steel metal and shaped of many twists and turns. In the handle of the blade is a rather large indigo gem, shining with an malevolent gleam. The handle is made to look like two bat wings arched, painted with midnight black paint. The keychain attached to Oblivion is Sora’s symbol — a crown. This crown is painted a frightening black.

Fighting Style: Being a dual-wielder, Roxas’ fighting style complements his weapons. This teen’s attacks are fast and furious – he rarely strategizes, because to him, fighting is all about strength and speed. He reacts quickly on his feet and spends most of his time driving his opponent into a position where he can hack away at them with his Keyblades quickly and efficiently. He doesn’t like dragging battles out for long periods of time, no – let’s make this a quick, clean fight, and let’s go out with style. That’s his motto.

Abilities:
† PORTALS
Just like every Organization XIII member (former or no), the Key of Destiny just needs to snap his fingers or extend a hand to make a dark portal appear. These portals can take him wherever he needs to go - whether it be to others worlds or two feet in front of him. When created, they are a sinister swirl of black and purples in color, representing the darkness in his heart stashed away.

† FAILED CONSTRICTION
This attack does not take much energy or stamina, see as how it fails every time for Roxas has not to perfect this move. Taking both Oathkeeper and Oblivion, Roxas informally charges them up with both positive and negative energies. After which, he flings his blades at his opponent, releasing the energies from the blades. What is supposed to happen is the energies are supposed to spread out like prison bars and entrap his enemy. What usually happens is a blast of both light and dark energies burst out at the opponent at top speed. May knock opponent over. Affected area may swell and sting uncomfortably, draining energy.

† PRESSURE POINTS
Thinking only wicked thoughts and none of light at all, Roxas flings forward his hand. Out of his hand comes sinister tendrils of darkness that lash out, looking for a body to seep into. The tendrils, if they hit the opponent, can cut through flesh. This attack if a short range attack, as the darkness Roxas can shoot out of his hands are not very long.

† SHOOTING STARS
Charging up every piece of negative energy in his body, Roxas transmits all the energy to Oblivion. Along with the negative energy, he filters in the Keyblade all his feelings of hatred, anguish, defeat, despair, to make the attack stronger. Finally, when his feelings are sucked dry, Roxas grips Oblivion tightly and releasing the energy - which comes out as razor sharp projectile stars. These stars cannot rip through flesh, but if they hit the opponent, the darkness seeps through them causing the area hit to sting immensely, as if on fire. Later on, the places hit may itch. May cause rashes.

† EGOISTIC
Holding up Oathkeeper in the air, Roxas thinks positive thoughts, ridding his mind of any negativity. This process if very sensitive, and if yet one bad thought seeps into Roxas’s mind, the ability will be called off. After a moment, if only benevolent thoughts manage to stay in his mind, a shower of pure light will wash over the boy, healing him about fifty percent. It can only be used once per battle, and not on an ally – only himself.

† INTERTWINE
Just like the Failed Restriction attack, the Key of Destiny charges energy into both of his Keyblades. How much or little his puts into the attack will affect how much damage he deals. Once charged, Oathkeeper releases a beam of light, and Oblivion releases a shot of darkness. The two travel toward the target together, and intertwine to make the blow even stronger, mixed with darkness and light. May cause dizziness.

† FIREWORKS
Roxas’ strongest attack, usually used to deal with massive swarms of enemies. Like the usual style, Roxas charges up his Keyblades, but not just with one particular emotion. He pours in everything - happiness, sadness, anguish, relief … Roxas pours in his very soul. Once he feels so drained he’s about to explode, he shoots the Keyblades upwards into the air and a ball of tainted light flies upwards. The ball travels upwards and then explodes, sparks flying down below. The sparks, if they attached on to someone, cause an immense burning pain. If the catch onto a Heartless, Nobody, or enemy of the like, they should immediately disappear. This attack is very draining, as Roxas will not be able to use any magical abilities at all after this attack is done - unless he has an Elixir on him.

Weakness:
† ANGER
“You should share some of that anger with Sora. He’s far too nice for his good.” – DiZ
Roxas could easily be classified as “that one angsty teen,” but when you’ve been through as much as he has, it’s easy to lose your lid. This Nobody is very prone to anger and it doesn’t take much to rile him up – bringing up old, bitter memories will make him loose his focus and attack wildly, without thinking. Considering Roxas is one to strategize in the first place, this can really put a dent in his game and make him easy to take advantage of.

† DON’T THINK, FEEL
When it comes to planning and strategy, that’s all Greek to Roxas. He’s one of those types who make good use of the motto, “Don’t think, feel.” He feels the battle, he doesn’t plan or think when he jumps into the fray. You could even call him cocky, despite everything – so if you’re the type to plan ahead your game, then it will be pretty easy to hold Roxas in your clutches. He’s full of explosive anger and raw power, but he doesn’t think about how to use it. He’s never had to before, why would he start doing that now?

† HIGH DARKNESS LEVELS
Roxas is a Nobody, and while it is true that Nobodies dwell in the Darkness, Roxas is not just any Nobody – he is the Nobody of Sora. Thus, he has an unfortunate weakness to high levels of darkness being used against him aggressively. This is because his attribute is Light, since he is the Nobody of Sora.

Inside Their Mind

Personality: If Roxas is anything, Roxas is stubborn. He doesn’t know when to take ‘no’ for an answer or when to give up at achieving his goals. Because to his mindset, nothing is impossible. When the Organization XIII refused to give him answers, Roxas sought out his own for himself. When they told Roxas he wasn’t supposed to exist, that he was a part of Sora and was not his own person, the boy rebelled. And maybe that’s a better word for it. Roxas is a rebel! No one can tell him what to do or how to act or who he is. The boy follows his own set of rules and doesn’t really care about anyone else’s standards that they have set for himself. His very existence itself is a rebellion.

How events are displayed in his life take a toll on his overall personality, however. If things are going great for him, than Roxas is great himself. While he still has a neutral expression of a scowling teenager, his good moods can almost reflect those of Sora’s general personality. While he is never one to stick his nose in other people’s business, while in a good mood, he might go out of his way to say hello to you, maybe even ask how you’re feeling if you look particularly down in the dumps. Sympathy is an emotions than he can unconsciously deal with, seeing that he has gone through hell and back. However, his biggest good moods are reserved for those who become close to him, while it does happen to accidentally leak through to random stranger as times.

It doesn’t take much to piss Roxas off, and thus being sad, he is generally in a bad mood most of the time. If one of the people close to him have become hurt or damaged in any way, and if he cannot do anything about it, it puts the boy in a generally sulky and frustrated mood. Being helpless is not something the boy takes lightly too, as he has been shoved through too many a situations where he is forced to accept that he is powerless to change something. Being new to having a heart, the boy usually contains all of his negative emotions deep within his heart, some experiences being able to darken his mood for longer periods of time than it would for most people. One might say it is because he is new to this heart business, others might say it is because Sora does the same as well, but for positive feelings instead of the negative.

His bad moods cause him to take a new perspective on his outlook on life. A saddened Roxas will not tell you his name if asked, but say something cryptically sarcastic, such as, “I am Nothing,” or, “A shadow of the Chosen One,” or his favorite, “Someone from the dark.” While others say that it is never a good idea to bottle up emotions, Roxas may let them out in ways too extreme. He will trash and flail when angered to an extreme, going so far as to pummel DiZ’s computer back in the virtual Twilight Town, and pummeling the data based production of DiZ himself, even when it was for nothing. He tends to let his rage and negative feelings get the best of him, and this will lead to his downfall. In this life, equipped with a heart, it has even led him so far to contemplate suicide and ridding himself of his heart. If the choice was given, and the mood was right, he knows what he would choose…

History: His memories were faint… Not much could be remembered. All that this blonde boy could recall was a castle…a struggle…and a blade. A blade of ultimate power, the boy knew, but could not remember what was so special about it… There were cries of protest, a slightly peaceful feeling, and then… Darkness. Eternal darkness. It was as if he was being pieced together by the rough hands of the universe, molding him not out of a mother’s womb like the tradition, but of bits and pieces of someone else’s character traits and statistics, someone else’s persona and habits… Call him a clone, call him an experiment of the world. They, however, called him a Nobody. For he was Nothing.

When he opened his eyes, he saw…twilight. In a world where night never fell, nor daylight never would rise, it could almost be described as blissful. Colored with peachy, sunset colors of oranges, yellows, reds and tans, he knew nothing about how he had come to be here. About how he had come to even exist. He had not the faintest idea about how anything in the world worked in his first hours of existence. Like a little child without a mother, this teen had no idea what he should do about his strange predicament, or about his strange existence. Who was he, anyway? Had he amnesia? Whatever the case, it was hard to think, only because he had no idea what he should thinking. Confusion of the worst kind, for when you cannot remember why you are on this earth and how you even came to be, then how are you to function?

Wandering this world, he had come across an abandoned forest. And in the abandoned forest was an abandoned mansion. A mansion he could not get to; the blasted gate was locked. So he stood there, for a moment, wondering what his purpose in this universe could be, and if he even had one. But his questions were all about to be answered, and soon everything would be explained. A man with amber eyes shrouded in a darkened cloak appeared out of nowhere, through a portal of darkness, and held out his hand to him. He asked if the boy would like to know his name, and this boy said yes, for it would be a start to something. A start to existence. With a swish of the wrist, the mysterious man brought letters in front of the boy’s face. The letters, “S-O-R-A.” The letters spun round, and out of the light was brought another letter. The letter X. These letters continued to spin and dance in front of the boy’s eyes, and suddenly, they stopped, the X now in the middle of all the floated inscriptions. Now spelt out his name. They spelt out Roxas.

He was Roxas.

The man’s name was Xemnas, and Xemnas whisked him away. To where, or even why, was unknown, but this boy who had just learned of his name — and that being the only piece of information he knew about him — decided it wouldn’t hurt to see. Either that, or he just didn’t care what was to happen to him. When one knows nothing about one’s life, it is very hard to treasure it. But it turned out that there was no reason for Roxas to be alarmed. Xemnas had taken him away to his Castle, a Castle that Never Was in a World That Never Was, for beings that were never supposed to be. For he was a special being, Xemnas informed. A special being indeed… This amber-eyed man wanted Xemnas for his Organization, which was made up, supposedly, of XIII “Nobodies.” A Nobody, Xemnas informed, was a shell with no heart, no emotions… But they did have minds, and thus, they were still alive in some sense. But in another way, they were dead.

So we need hearts, Roxas mused to himself, trying to grasp what his new boss was informing him. Of course, him not having a heart came as a bit of a shock to him, but then again, he never knew what it was like to have a heart, he would think… Maybe he did, one day. But the memories were much too faint. So he took this information and swallowed it down easily, attempting to digest the rest of Xemnas’ information. This organization was dedicated to finding everyone’s hearts yet again, and no matter what it took, they would get them back. But how, was what Roxas wanted to know. And so Xemnas informed of Roxas’ great talent, why he had chosen him for this organization. He told him of his Keyblade — his Keyblades — and how they were weapons of mass destruction. The wielder of those blades could achieve whatever his heart desired (excuse the pun) and Xemnas needed his strength. Roxas had no objections. He couldn’t remember what being “whole” was like as of now, but it must be nice.

He was part of the family.

So he wore their black cloaks and their sleek black boots and did as he was told for a while with no complaints. Wielding the Keyblade his dual Keyblades, Oathkeeper and Oblivion, came surprisingly easy for him, but why this was so continued to be a mystery. In fact, most of his past seemed to be a mystery, and no one wanted to talk about it. Almost as if it was some forbidden rule, everyone would make sure to watch their tongue when talking to Roxas. As if they knew something he didn’t… But he tried to shove these thoughts aside. Knowledge wasn’t everything, right? He had a purpose — to fight for this Organization — and in return, he might even get a heart. Might even be whole… But what was the point of being whole if there was no excitement in life? Nothing to live for…nothing to look forward to at the end of the day besides the Superior’s pep talks about how close they seemed to be getting even closer to their goal.

The teen had a neutral relationship with most of the other members. Well sure, he had his opinions, but some things were better left unsaid. Vexen was a crotchety old man, Zexion was a bit creepy, Saix was never someone you wanted to cross on a bad day, and you never wanted to cross Larxene at all. However, there was one member of this blasted Organization that he got along fairly well with. Axel, a tall man emerald eyes and a catch-phrase that you would learn well to memorize, wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t impeccably evil or downright annoying, but actually fun to hang around and could be lighthearted (more puns!) if you got to know him better. The two, at first, really didn’t take well to each other. Roxas was just a grumpy little emo boy, whilst Axel was…not as grumpy. But eventually, maybe through Destiny or Fate, the two got along to be good friends. Better than good friends, maybe even partners in crime. And so, Roxas found a purpose to keep on living this lie of a life.

But of course, there was still that mystery with him and his Keyblades. If they were such massive weapons of destruction, why did he have to bare the burden of wielding them? And why could he wield them so well? Maybe it had to do with his “past life” as other people called it. Everyone else could remember who they used to be… So why couldn’t Roxas? Why did he have to be so different? Bitter, he wondered if there was a reason why no one could tell him what he needed to know. Because that was the problem, he needed to know. And if he didn’t know…it’s tear him apart limb by limb. He pondered leaving, but he didn’t want to leave Axel behind. And yet, he knew he had no choice. If the Organization couldn’t supply what he needed to know, then he’d go beyond them to find what he needed. After much indecisiveness, the boy made plans to flee from this Organization. He needed to leave. And he needed to know.

But Axel had his suspicions, and managed to catch up with Roxas on his attempt to leave. He was making it harder than this needed to be, for it wasn’t as if this would be the end of their friendship. He’d come back after finding what he needed to know! But Axel was persistent. He asked him if this was it, he was just going to leave like that, and Roxas had to stop in his tracks. How could he make him understand how different he felt? Why was he making this so hard. “Why did the Keyblade choose me?” Roxas asked, something he had always been asking, like a broken record that no one could shut up. “I have to know.”

“You can’t turn your back on the Organization!” Axel fumed, but Roxas knew it had to be only in anger at the prospect of him leaving. This wasn’t about the Organization… Not in the least. “You get on their bad side and they’ll destroy you!” the Flurry shouted at him, attempting to bring Roxas back. But the boy sighed, drew breath, and weighed the consequences of his actions. He was a Nobody. A Nothing. Roxas was insignificant in this big world full of people who were important and actually had their own hearts. He was just a shell of someone… Someone he needed to find. “No one would miss me,” was what he closed off with, biting his tongue and plunging forward. He needed to leave, he couldn’t argue with Axel anymore. It was tearing at the empty spot where his heart was supposed to be.

Maybe if he had walked a little slower, he would’ve heard Axel. “That’s not true…I would.”

So thus his search to be whole. To find out why the Keyblade had chosen him and where his memories lay. He wandered the dark worlds, sometimes even daring to return to the World That Never Was, looking for answers…never finding anything. However, what he did find was a remnant of a faded past… A boy named Riku. This silver haired lad was deadly determined to reach his own goals, and what they were was unknown to the boy. But it involved beating the crap out of him, for some reason. Roxas fought this boy, and the first time he won the fight. But it was not the fighting that unnerved this blonde… It was what Riku would continue to ask him and say to him. “Why? Why did the Keyblade choose you?” he exclaimed, clutching his own weapon tightly, not wanting to give up. But Roxas laughed underneath his hood, trying to hide his annoyance. That was why he was here. He just didn’t know why. “Shut up!” he’d command, proceeding onward with the battle. And when he won, he had prayed that it would be the last time he’d ever see Riku again. But it wasn’t. He had wanted a rematch.

When Riku approached him again, Roxas had laughed and stopped in his tracks. You found the oddest people in these worlds, he mused, summoning his blades for battle. But Riku seemed oddly cocky today, taking his traditional beating, but taunting him all the while. He’d say things about how “he really was Sora” which annoyed Roxas to the extreme. Who the hell was Sora, anyway? And he wasn’t…however this Sora was. “I’m me!” he would proclaim, his rage getting the better of him. When he had struck Riku to the ground, it was then the silver haired lad realized he’d need to finally pull out his trump card. The darkness… He released the darkness in his hard, appearance changing into that of…someone unknown to Roxas. But he looked a hell of a lot like Xemnas now, and that alone was enough to make him loose the battle. He blacked out… Unconscious, kidnapped, bagged up for storage.

His memories had been messed with yet again, and when he awoke, he was not a Roxas who desperately wanted to know why the Keyblade had chosen him, but a Roxas who needed to finish his summer homework. DiZ had stored him in a virtual version of Twilight Town, the town he had ended up in when he was first “born” and this was the town that DiZ would end him in. He gave him fake memories of a friendship with three people — a chubby boy named Pence, a responsible tomboy named Olette, and a melodramatic blonde named Hayner — and tried made his false life seem as normal as possible. And for a while, everything was all fine and dandy. Sure, this homework assignment was a bit hard and sometimes the sea salt ice cream would run out, but everything was fine.

Until the dreams started occurring. Dreams of a boy named Sora and his friends, Donald, Goofy, Riku, Kairi… Why did he feel like he knew all of them? Yet they were so distant, so far away… He attempted to shrug it off and continue going about his daily lifestyle, but Roxas was never destined to be normal. More strangeness continued to occur, the kind of strange being a redhead man named Axel. Now, Axel seemed vaguely familiar, but the boy just couldn’t remember him. He’d appear out of nowhere (there was this one time where he totally ruined his Struggle Match!) and tell him repeatedly that he was going to come with him. But Roxas never had time for a Q and A, so his reasons for stalking him were never found out, for a man with bandages on his face would almost always interrupt the scene, telling him not to listen to Axel. Because he didn’t know who to believe, he listened to none of them.

And what’s worse, he had the ability to summon this blade. A Keyblade, they called it, and it only came when he needed it the most. He had to fight Axel a couple of times with it, before the man with bandages interrupted the scene, and there were these mysterious enemies with lithe, liquid-like bodies that would attack him out of nowhere as well — the Keyblade always came to help defend himself. But why? Why couldn’t his memories return? Would no one help him piece together this mystery?

But there was someone on his side, someone trying to help him see the light. A little girl named Naminé came to him, and the two sat in a mysterious white room. The girl informed Roxas that she was a witch, created to mess around with the memories of others. That’s what a man named DiZ told her. But Roxas wasn’t interested in that. What did Naminé know about him that he didn’t? He wanted to know, more than ever. But when she told him, the boy just wasn’t ready to hear it. “You were never supposed to exist, Roxas…” she informed, Roxas’ eyes bulging wide with the absurdity and blackhearted way she could just tell him this. “How could you say such a thing?” he question incredulously. “Even if it was true?” She apologized, informing Roxas that some things were just better left unsaid.

He wasn’t sure how much he could take, and his nerves finally cracked when Axel came to meet him one more time in the Usual Spot alleyway. “Look at what it’s become,” the man informed wistfully. “I’ve been given these icky orders to destroy you, if you don’t come along with me…” Roxas panicked, not wanting to be destroyed (he had to agree, that did sound icky) and wracked his brain for something, anything to say in his defense. And in his desperate search, he came across a forgotten memory… The two of them, laughing and talking on a cloak tower, eating sea salt ice cream… “We‘re...best friends…right?” Roxas asked cautiously, hoping he was correct.
Axel looked queasy. “Sure, but I’m, not getting turned into a Dusk for…” was how he started off, scratching his head in an unknowing fashion. But his eyes lit up, recalling his words, this being the first time Roxas had ever seen the Flurry look so happy. “Wait a sec, you remember now!?” he asked excitedly, Roxas shaking his head slowly. He remembered…bits and pieces…but he did remember something. But it wasn’t enough, it could never be enough… “I gotta make sure and all…so...umm…what’s our boss’s name?” Roxas drew a blank, not knowing what to say. He had never had a boss…except for a few annoying teachers and such, but no, he wasn’t sure what Axel was talking about. Both of them felt a wave of disappointment, Axel drawing his chakrams to fight his best friend.

But he froze. Roxas paused himself, wondering what this was all about. That voice — the voice of the bandaged man boomed in his head, telling him to hurry to the mansion. The time had come. Frustrated at the world and wondering when anything would make any sense, the boy took the opportunity and bolted from the scene, rushing the mansion, wondering if his answers would be found there. However, there was nothing for him there but broken memories. As he wandered the mansion, he remembered bits and pieces of his past life… More about Axel and how he had left him and the Organization, about how he had defeated Riku… things were making sense, but they were making sense all too late. His biggest memory of himself came when he was wandering the basement of the mansion. He recalled how Riku had defeated him and brought him here…how DiZ had erased his memories, and now was going to finish him off. Angered beyond all reason, Roxas summoned the Keyblade and pummeled DiZ’s main computer, damning him and damning why everything horrible had to happen to him. And when the job was done, he took a deep breath, feeling proud about what he had done. But the worst was not over. The worst was yet to come.

After the destruction of the computer, he ran into Axel again, sarcastically commenting on his progress through the mansion. He frowned and furrowed his brows, calling out his name. “Axel,” he murmured, his tone reflecting on how he really did remember, that they were really friends! He remembered, oh, how he remembered, so why did things have to turn out this way? “You really do remember me this time,” the Flurry noticed, however, his rage powdered his tone with pure frustration. “I’m SO FLATTERED!” Flames danced around them, creating a ring of fire around the two of them — he was prepared to battle him, and this was things were to turn out. “But you’re too late!” he called out, and the battle began.

It pained him to do it, but Roxas brought out his Keyblades, Axel’s eyes lighting up in surprise. “Two?” he mused, summoning his own chakrams to fight. The two dueled, and in a matter of moments, Axel was defeated. It made Roxas wonder if the Flurry went easy on him… But the time for pondering was not here. Seeing his weakened state, it brought forth memories of how Roxas had left Axel in the World That never Was, foolishly plunging forward into the unknown for answers… And look where it got him. “Axel…” he called out, not knowing what to say. The Flurry smiled, clutching onto remnants of energy. “Let’s meet again in the next life,” he asked, and Roxas agreed wholeheartedly. “Yeah, I’ll be waiting.

But Roxas was silly. “Just because you have a next life…” Axel breathed, disappearing from the scene.

The Keyblader trudged on, coming across a room with a boy in what seemed to be a glass pod. DiZ came to Roxas, telling him that the Keyblade’s chosen one had finally come. Fuming, Roxas asked if he meant Sora or him, while DiZ went on to explain in great boring detail about how he needed someone to move about the realm of light and defeat the Organization XIII. He was a servant of the world, DiZ was. And Roxas was a tool at best. Fuming, Roxas charged at DiZ, only to find that he was a data-based production of the real thing. But this didn’t stop him. He swung at DiZ, releasing his fury until he was too tired to struggle anymore. Too tired to care…And with this did the bandaged man open up the pod to fuse both Roxas and Sora together. Before he became whole, before his own heartless life would seemingly end, the teen sighed, looking up at Sora expectantly. His other half, the reason why he had led such a harsh and cruel life.

“You’re lucky, Sora,” the blonde mused. “Looks like my summer vacation is…over…”

He slipped into what you might call an unconsciousness for a good while. Only faintly did he take note of the world’s happenings through Sora’s eyes, not really bothering to care how things turned out for him. This was Sora’s life, not his. He had no life anymore. And being whole wasn’t as sweet as he thought it would be, seeing as he his mind had to be shared with this happy-go-lucky prodigy child, while he himself stood in the shadows of Sora’s mind. For a while, he hoped Sora would just die already. But then, while nearing the end of his battle, it was then that cared about what was happening around the Keyblade Master.

Sora wound up in Betwixt in Between, cornered and surrounded by Nobodies upon Nobodies. Good, Roxas had mused. This life is finally over. But Sora pulled through, attempting to struggle the inevitable, when an unexpected source of help came to save the day. Axel! Roxas’ mind screamed. He wondered what the Flurry was doing here, why he was always trying to help Sora so much. Maybe he knew about him being inside Sora and didn’t want his life to be over just yet. Maybe… Axel valiantly helped Sora out with the Nobody flock, but when things got too bad to handle, the flurry drew breath and knew what he had to do. Axel created a massive explosion using the body heat within himself…stealing away his own life…

And for Sora! And for him as well! An undeniable feeling of sadness washed over the boy trapped in the brunette’s body, not being able to withstand the sight of Axel fading away, watching onwards from Sora’s eyes. Riddled with pain, the essence of Roxas slipped away from Sora for a brief moment, ending up in the World That Never Was. Did Sora deserve to be saved? He needed to know. What kind of other was he…

His Samurai Nobodies made quick work of distracting the two…animalistic friends of his, while Roxas busied himself with Sora. Appearing from a portal in the blink of an eye, Roxas summoned Oblivion to his side, Sora looking surprised. “A Keyblade?” he exclaimed, preparing himself for defense. Roxas charged, swinging Oblivion at his Somebody while Sora blocked the attack by swinging his own weapon in front of his face. Grunting, Roxas realized that they could not do battle here. And so they were whisked away to the start of all journeys…The Station of Awakening.

The floor was painted with a design of Sora himself, Kairi and Riku accompanied him, the serene station in the middle of Nothingness being their playground for the moment. The two charged, Roxas heading Sora on with relentless fury, wanting to see if Sora truly deserved to have his ass saved back there. “W-Who are you?” his Somebody asked, Roxas sighed at how oblivious this boy could truly be. “Someone from the dark,” he replied easily, jumping back from the Keyblades clashing. “You can’t be…Riku?” Sora asked stupidly, Roxas pausing to recall the name.

“Riku?” he mused. “…I defeated a Riku once,” he remembered, watching the reaction on Sora’s face. “You what?” the boy exclaimed, but Roxas gave him no time to elaborate. Poising himself to charge at his Somebody again, Roxas was growing desperate for answers. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me why he picked you!” Sora did not answer, for the blonde haired kid gave him no time to. They did battle again, Sora proving a worthy opponent. Their blows were almost synchronized, as if Sora knew what he was going to do, and Roxas knew how Sora would respond. They truly were a part of each other, Roxas found, and the Chosen One’s movements proved everything he needed to know. “I see. That’s why,” the blonde mused, swooping down for another attack. Relentlessly did he pound at Sora’s Keyblades, waiting for him to break, wanting him to stand up to his fury and prove himself against his darkened Nobody.

But he couldn’t. Roxas pounded the boy so hard that his Keyblade fell from his grasp, Sora falling to the floor as if his very soul had broken. He brought himself up and ran to retrieve his Keyblade, but Roxas tossed Oathkeeper skillfully, pinning Sora’s Keyblade to the ground, pointing Oblivion at him all the while. What would he do now…? Sora clenched his fists, desperately reaching out to his blade. Roxas smirked under his hood, but was utterly surprised when the Keyblade materialized into Sora’s hands. “What?!” he gasped, not understanding the logic of such an act.

A Keyblade comes to you when you need it most…

So he had a good heart, Roxas decided, distracted by Sora’s feat of Keyblade retrieval. The brunette brought down his blade on Roxas, stunning him, the boy shocked by how the match had quickly turned around. Shaking, he dropped Oathkeeper and Oblivion, the two weapons fading into light swiftly. The boy flipped off his hood so that his blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes were no longer curtained from the world. So that everyone could so who he was under the hood. He was Roxas. He was Sora. He was all of those things… The boy blinked, a long drawn out blink, realizing that what had happened to Axel back there could not be helped… And at least he had given up his life to save someone who at least wasn’t a total idiot. Sora was going places. And if being whole meant being a part of him, then he was fine with that now. Roxas turned his head, blinking at Sora with a ghost of a smile hidden in his features.

“You make a good other,” Roxas assured.

And he faded back into Sora, accepting his fate.

Sample Post
[This post is from a journal RP on LJ, so it’s an AU environment. If you’d like me to rewrite a new post, I would be happy to oblige!]

The floor was melting.

He’d been here before. He knew he’d been here before. Somewhere in the back of his mind, an impossible memory had been tucked away for all these years – a memory of him falling through the floor, drowning, dying, laughing.

Now, before his very eyes, the trees were sinking into the very blackness of the earth. They giggled as they did so, their roots and branches reaching up from the ground as they attempted to drag the teen in the black cloak down with them.

Their scraggly roots slipped daintily around his ankles, tugging him down with half-hearted yanks – but it was enough to make his nonexistent heart pound over his chest. He slipped his hand over his chest – right where his heart should be – and ran.

In the middle of this macabre clearing stood a building enshrouded with light – a clock tower. It chimed with reckless abandon, counting down until midnight, or rather, counting down how long the figure in the black cloak had to reach the building.

Roxas hugged the building with his body, pulling himself up and off the ground, laughing with hysteria as he watched the trees sink around him. His limbs shook, trembling with either fear or adrenaline (or both) and perhaps he would’ve been able to breathe easy, if he did not see a figure in the clearing, unaware of the catastrophe that surrounded them.

Leave it alone, Roxas could not help but think. Natural selection. Survival of the fittest. The weak will not inherit the earth.

But he couldn’t just stand and watch.

The teen leapt off the building, sprinting toward the confused figure, stretching out a gloved hand toward them. He might have scared them – in fact, he was almost certain he did. His hood was pulled over his head, his figure cloaked in the color black, and he must’ve seemed to appear out of nowhere – but could Roxas, to this lone stranger, resemble hope?

“Take my hand! You’ve got to trust me!”

The floor continued to melt.

This Character Belongs To: Trix

This application was created by Aciddwolf from i felt heartless. Do not redistribute or alter.

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on December 13^th, 2010
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