In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
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Organization XIII or Dark XII Nickname: Not applicable.
Age: Unknown. There is a rumor going around that he is eighty-five, which is strange, considering he doesn't look it.
Gender: Male
Species: Anthromorphic Rodent --- Rabbit
Position: Chaotic Evil (in other words, avoid at all costs.
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: Personal Skills:
---As a rabbit, Oswald naturally has a keen sense of hearing, and his legs enable him to run quickly, and jump very high. He has keen eyes and can see perfectly in the dark, to the point of not even noticing when the light-source dims.
---Another one of his abilities is his capability of detaching his body parts. His ears occasionally pop off his head when he’s surprised, and he can remove his arms and legs. He sometimes uses this ability as a ranged weapon, throwing his arms in a kind of boomerang manner, or even disassembling himself to make the appearance that he had just died.
---He is also capable of squashing himself as well as stretching; giving the illusion that he is longer or wider. He maintains his body weight and mass when he does this.Strangely enough, if he spins his ears very, very rapidly, he is capable of limited flight, able to hover up to fifteen feet in the air, and for the duration of around a minute or so.
---As an amateur gummi engineer, he is capable of taking apart gummi ships and rebuilding them into something better.
Weaponized Skills:
---With an item known as the Ink Pen, Oswald is capable of “Inking and Painting”. This skill enables him to squirt ink at his opponents or objects, and with ink blotches, he is able to use a portal system known as warping. --- > Warping: Isn’t the same as teleporting, as it requires a portal opened on both ends, and limits to maneuvering in one facility, not giving a large area of travel such as the Corridors of Darkness or teleporting. Inking and Painting also allows Oswald to create small creatures, giving life to them. They can take the forms of anything that he chooses, whether it be opponents, allies, or a heartless. However, just being creatures of the inspiration behind the real thing, they do not reflect the same strength or mind. When defeated, they spontaneously combust into paint.
Weapon/Items:
Ink Pen: An item of Oswald's own design. With it, Oswald is capable of Inking and Painting, as well as a large array of capabilities associated with it. It's ammunition is basic ink, and he uses varying colours over time, as it occasionally needs to be refilled. A typical refill lasts Oswald up to a month of varying attacks and entertainment. It is a mechanical device that has somewhat magical capabilities, such as bringing life to the inky creations that Oswald makes. Capable of: 1) Warping 2) Squirt ink as ammunition, where a "blot" of ink is shot out at an enemy. 3) Able to be used as an actual pen, for signing and drawing. If drawing, Oswald is capable of bringing these beings to life, but only temporarily. Drawing can last for up to a minute to three hours, depending on the focus used when drawing. These fake little "scribbles" usually copy a motion such as dancing or hopping during the period of their existence. They serve no purpose other than cheap entertainment. 4) Replicate and create small creatures for battle, being able to last for up to seven hours. These beings bend at Oswald's will and do all that he wishes during battle. Replicating a person or a creature that Oswald is fighting usually tend to be short and scrawny, at approximately four feet tall, and are usually younger-looking and weaker. Oswald can only replicate Shadow Heartless and even then, they're not as impressive as their real counterparts. He can only create up to fifty of these beings.
An Oversized Mallet: This particular item is somewhat odd, as its handle seems to have been made with the intention of replicating the common Keyblade. It delivers heavy blows that could easily throw confuse an opponent. Also, no one knows how in the worlds such a small, scrawny rabbit could even lift such a thing, let alone pull it out of nowhere. Oswald had discovered this mallet during his travels, and decided to keep it. There is speculation that he had, in fact, stolen it.
Electric Remote: With this remote, Oswald is capable of rewiring electronics, hacking into computers, and releasing an electric shock strong enough to shock someone. He uses this remote for all kinds of daily purposes (turning on the television, using a payphone without paying, launching fireworks…. Etc….), however, he uses it very rarely in battle. Capable of: 1) Turning on electric objects, such as lights, computers, and phones. 2) Sending out electrical shocks, at varying degrees. Capable of electrocuting and static shocks as well. 3) Recharging batteries
Leather-bound goggles: Used for no real purpose other than to look cool. They do nothing, except protect his eyes.
Picture: (Refer to Profile Pic. The image is a little big on its own)
Appearance: Oswald is a short, scrawny rabbit with ink black fur, and a white face. He has a coal black nose and long ears, and his eyes are pure black like the rest of his body, blinking tightly each time. He frequently is seen with a bit of an angry, yet bored look expression, except when one is turned away… That’s when the rude, teasing faces start.
He tends to dress in sturdy, hard to damage fabrics, and is usually seen in a blue outfit similar to a certain Mouse King, accented with dark greys and leather straps. He usually has a large pair of goggles with him at all times, left around his neck, almost forgotten.
In general, his appearance over all strikes one to think of that certain mouse king, to the point one feels safe being near him… that is, until they realize he radiates a completely different aura, one evil enough that it makes one completely destroy the connection between the mouse and the rabbit.
Personality: Oswald was once a good-hearted rabbit, playful and mischievous. He would rather hop around and roam around the world than set himself with a goal. He was a carefree rabbit, expecting an easy life, a free life.
Eventually down his long road, the rabbit just snapped. His immature view on life faded away and was replaced with a rather narrow minded mind set. Oswald became a spiteful character with a very twisted moral code. His stubbornness that he had in his youth is the only thing that retained of that once happy rabbit. He no longer cares for others, having felt betrayed by his family and having lost the only girl that he had ever loved in his life. Without his care for others, he doesn't hold back at all when he attacks. He doesn't hold back for anyone, not even a child.
He feels like his entire life was screwed over, and because of that, he feels the Worlds owe him a heck of a lot in return. He wants his love back, but he knows that he can't get her back, and with that in mind, he feels like everything he could have had, from a family of his own with children and his wife, the dreams that he was starting to have before the parasites ate everything, were wasted thoughts that he holds dear. The only thing driving him now is pure hatred for a mouse, with a longing for revenge for what had happened.
He's a dangerous individual. He doesn't need a reason to attack somebody, and even when he does, he uses stupid ones, just so he can do what he wants to someone. ("They looked at me wrong.", "They were in my way.") When he actually needs to talk with someone, he tends to be terse with his words and generally aloof, not wishing to let out any small detail about himself. People say that no one that is Dark can have a heart. Perhaps that assumption is wrong, as Oswald still retains his. It’s his broken heart that fuels his anger, his insanity, the path of chaos that he leaves behind.
He also likes his tea black and his salad with dressing, and he greatly despises the colour red. He fears ending up with the same fate as his beloved Ortensia, and he dreams of one day having what he had.
Original World: Mysterious Tower (home of Yen Sid)
Current World: None in particular, wandering around aimlessly.
History: Oswald’s odd family consisted of a wizard and a mouse. The wizard had taken the rabbit under his wing as his first adopted son and apprentice, aiming to teach him many things. The rabbit himself looked up to that wizard as a wise father figure, a father who would put him in his place when he was naughty, and play and be lenient with him when he was nice. Before too long, the wizard had also taken a mouse in, and named them both brothers. The wizard raised them both equally; however, they both grew distinctively different. The mouse was one that would eventually focus his heart and ideas to a goal, and in his youth, try to take the easy way. The rabbit continued to lounge, lacking responsibility and generally being a child.
The wizard realized that he had a decision to make. He had two apprentices: one that would most likely succeed, and one that showed a lack of interest. How could he possibly train both, when one worked at a different rate than the other, and showed interest in what they were learning? Casting one aside like a forgotten toy wasn’t something that a parent did, and he refused to push himself to even do it, even if to let the other one rise to his full potential. However… there was a compromise.
The wizard had realized that this was not anyone’s fault but himself. He was the crutch that the rabbit used, that the rabbit leaned on. As long as he was this, that the rabbit would never grow, never learn how to do things on his own. Making the decision, the wizard gave the rabbit a world, a world that he knew, to the rabbit, leaving it under his watch. Perhaps, with something to be responsible for, the rabbit would learn what it means to be responsible, dependable, and noble.
As a king, the rabbit took a long time to adjust, as it was a job that one had to learn along the way. He was cut off from his brother, the mouse, and his father, the wizard, and he had to focus on his responsibility. In time, he grew to admire it for what it was. One day, a rain of gummy objects came down onto the world, and Oswald realized the potential they had in making machines. He operated and built, and eventually, built his first ship. During this time, he met and fell in love, with a black cat named Ortensia. Together, the two had an obsessive love that extended all boundaries, to the point that Oswald had even named his ship after her. However, something occurred that changed everything, that something inside of him to just… snap. Everything was perfect in the rabbit’s life, between his growing fascination with the gummy ship and his love Ortensia, until suddenly, the very seams of the world appeared to be breaking as black parasites came and began to eat it away. Oswald cried out for his brother, for his father, but the calls fell onto deaf ears. In a panic, the rabbit rushed to his ship, the Ortensia, calling out to his love to come with him, and as his ship began to hover... Ortensia, the black cat that had stolen his heart, was swallowed by the black parasites. Oswald was forced to watch from his ship as his love, and his kingdom fell into the darkness, dwelling in the black abyss of nothing.
When Oswald found that he was all alone in the worlds, he became a travelling roamer, going from place to place on his Ortensia, mourning his world and his lost love every day. He developed his Ink Pen and his mallet, and traveled the worlds, searching for his so called family that had left him in the dark, for any pieces of the honor and the life that he had left. Travel came with gossip, and he heard whispers of a mouse who was King of a world, and a protector of all worlds. All of the words said that the King, in response of working to solve the worlds’ problems, carried the solution: a “Keyblade”.
Who would ever know that, that mouse, the happy King of a world with a queen to call his wife, the protector of the worlds with the key, would be a brother… a brother of a rabbit, a fallen king with a fallen kingdom that no longer existed, and with a lost love he could never get back? At the realization of this, came the dark cloud that hovered over Oswald’s heart; his brother and father were two that set the worlds back in order. The reason he hadn't been saved or aided by them was because they had their own problems and were too busy – his father had been molding his brother into the shining chosen one he was now, and his brother was too busy saving everyone left, right and center to help his own kin.
Something inside Oswald snapped that day. From then on, he became focused on dethroning a King, and taking his birthright that could have saved his world and his lost love. He became who he was today, an angry rabbit looking to take revenge for what had happened to his world... and his lost Ortensia.
Role Playing Sample:
Oswald hated crowds. He hated them with a passion.
Constantly being banged into and avoided made him cringe. Constantly being stepped on made him angry. The last straw was the looks he was getting from those walking on the streets of this world, the gawking, curious looks and the hateful, disgusted ones. These people of this world clearly hadn't ever seen creatures like him before, and just the realization of that made him want to end this visit here very quickly. All he needed was to head to the store and buy himself some more ink for his Ink Pen, maybe get some blue ink this time around instead of that disgusting red that reminded him of that… that mouse.
With a sneer, he pushed his way through the crowd now with more fierceness than he had used before. He didn't care if he had just knocked over that little five year old girl, after all, she had been in his way, and she had been in the wrong, not him. He didn't care that he had just stepped on that man's foot, receiving a glare equal to his, for that man didn't move over fast enough when he was coming through. These fools didn’t know that he was once a King, and he was above all of them, and was going to one day rule again over a kingdom.
He didn't care about any of these idiots as he removed his electrical remote from his pocket as he now turned his sneer to a scowl. Time to teach this world a lesson of who not to mess with. He was a King, after all, once a king of a remarkable land that he had been proud of, an engineer that had developed his own ship, the one near their world, the magnificent one with Ortensia written on its side with care. They didn’t know that he was once in love, and he had lost her, thanks to his… his ”brother”.
And just as suddenly as ever, a large electrical charge erupted around him, causing the people to panic, scream out and scatter from fear. He watched as the people scrambled, as one fell over from the pure power of his shocks and children cried out of fear. He watched as people stared at him with that level of submission that he so loved, as they cowered from his amazement. After he was done, the rabbit decided that they had not yet learned their lesson, as some still stared out at him with determination, pride, and rebellious intent. So, he did the sensible thing. He took out his Ink Pen, and created a large mass of small, little red bunnies (Oh, that despicable colour). The one hundred little terrors erupted from the center of the street and scoured the streets, attacking all in their sights.
The panic and the chaos was music to the rabbit's ears. In due time, he figured, these people would learn their lesson. With a smirk, he continued on his way, definitely deciding that, yes, he will get blue ink this time.