Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: World Destiny! We are an AU Kingdom Hearts RP with no word count. World Destiny's story takes place post Dream Drop Distance, at which point we make considerable steps in our own story direction. Feel free to check out the Plot link to find out more!
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: None as of yet
Weapon/Items: The Split Bow. Donning a half black and half white color, each side containing an equal amount of both, The Split Bow is easily the prized possession of Darts. Gifted to him as a little kid, The Split Bow is a symbol of Darts' neutral outlook on the world. When it was originally received, the Split Bow bore an all white color throughout until Darts started to despise the complete purity of the color white. When handed the Split Bow by his friend, Andrew, as a kid, the white color made him feel like a heroic knight, until the fateful night his entire life shifted (Which will be explained in history). Since then, he lost his sense of good and evil and made sure his bow reflected that attitude of neutrality.
Appearance: Darts is a tall, white, male. He has short, red, spiky hair and medium size muscles with a four pack. He has green eyes and wears black and red shoes with a black shirt that has the word "Justice" written on it in a cursive format along with a plain pair of black pants. His ears are oval, his nose is normal, and his foot size is at an irregular size 14. His eyes are almond-shaped and he has semi-skinny eyebrows. His lips are a little bit smaller than most and he doesn't tend to smile very much. Most would just describe him as average looking, save for the red hair of course. The explanation for his red hair was that his favorite anime character, Gaara, had red hair, so at age 10, Darts asked his parents if he could dye his hair red. They reluctantly said yes, and from then on he's kept it red. His normal hair color is black.
Personality: Emotion is an aspect that Darts shut out long ago. He tries his best not to get emotionally attached to any person or animal or anything for that matter. Having his innocence robbed as a young child, he looks at the world in a very untrustworthy way. He's convinced with the very notion that nothing is promised except death. Occasionally in the back of his head, a faint thought tells him of his faults and how bad things happen to everyone but he usually waves away the thought as quickly as it came. When it comes to girl's, Darts is one of those guys that just never quite figured it out. His shyness and low self-esteem tend to get in the way of conversation with the opposite gender and the isolation he faced growing up didn't really aid in fixing that problem and he figured any attachment to women would only lead to disappointment or heartbreak. After age 12, Darts turned into the type of guy who's always tangled up in some kind of fight. Responding to rude behavior with profanity is a habit for him and one that he's proud of and it's probably lent a hand in starting 75% of his fights. He barely loses the fights he gets into but only because he's nearly perfect at timing when to attack and when to dodge. Holding a grudge against the world is the way he would describe it.
Original World: Neero Town Current World: Destiny Islands
History: A normal life with a normal family in a normal town. That was the life of Darts throughout most of his childhood. He had just as many friends as the next person and played with them just as much. His best friend was Andrew though, a kid he'd known since kindergarten. John Wallace Elementary School was the place. That's where it all started. Darts was shy at his first encounter of elementary school but shortly after getting there he met Andrew and made his first friend in a matter of minutes. They both liked fighting. When it was nap time they would even sneak into the gym and spar though at such a young age it resembled that of two kids playing ninja.
As the years went by, they grew up together and bonded, becoming best friends if not brothers. Surprisingly Darts had never been over Andrew's house before. It was usually vice-versa because Darts' parents were so lenient about having friends over. One day, walking back from school the rain started to pour down relentlessly. The had just left the schoolhouse and Andrew's house was closer. They always passed it on the way to Darts' house. Agreeing on taking shelter at Andrew's house, they high tailed it down the street and onto his front porch. He warned Darts that if his parents were home he might get in trouble so Darts agreed to be quiet until they got to his room.
Andrew creaked the door slowly open and they entered the home. Sneaking as quietly to the back, they successfully made it to Andrew's room though they never realized his parents weren't there anyway. The first thing Darts noticed upon walking into Andrew's room was all the weapons he had. After blurting out around a hundred questions in two seconds about it, Andrew finally shushed him and explained that his grandpa was a weapons collector and since his dad was a pacifist, he got the weapons handed down to him but he had to ask permission to use or play with any of them. The first one that caught his eye was and all white bow, hung mid-center on the wall, shining as if it were calling out to him. He walked over to it with excitement in his eyes, took it off the wall and stared at it in amazement.
Andrew noticed and walked over. Darts's gleaming face was nearly comical as he held the medieval-themed bow in his palms. The first thing to come out Darts's mouth was a long run-on sentence about how intriguing and magnificent the weapon was. After praising it for nearly 5 minutes straight, the obvious happened and he pleaded with Andrew to let him have it. Andrew shrugged his shoulders and nodded as if it to seem cool and uncaring. In all truthfulness, it was one of Andrew's favorites but he decided against telling him that. The excited expression on Darts's face was enough to make up for that. Had anybody else asked him for it and it would have been a flat no but saying no here was so much harder than it would seem to a spectator. He went into his closet and grabbed the quiver. It only had 8 arrows in it but it would do. He handed it to Darts with a grin.
Darts ran to the window to check the weather. The rain had subsided. He realized he had to be back on time today because his parents wanted to go out to eat. He turned around in a panicked face and gave Andrew a nod. Andrew gave a smile and a nod back as Darts ran out the door screaming thanks back towards him. Slowing down as he neared his home, Darts went into a steady, slow walk. He walked into his yard and up onto the porch. The front door was wide open with the keys still in the lock almost as if someone had rushed in forgetting about them. Something didn't feel right about that to him. He slowly made his way into the house but kept quiet. He wasn't exactly a fan of being quiet but he had no clue of who was in the house. No need to attract attention towards himself.
He made his way up the stairs towards his parents room. Luckily his stairs didn't creak or this would feel like something out of a scary movie. Making his way towards the room, he noticed the door was ajar with just enough space for him to slip in without touching it. He had to be careful because his parents' door did squeak. Sucking in his breath he slipped in with ease. Turning around he silently celebrated only to be greeted by a very red room. A red, blood covered room...Speechless and emotionless, he stared at the two figures laying face down on the bed, with the woman horribly disfigured and the man bleeding somewhere from an upper extremity because there was no blood at his feet or waist.
Disbelief was all that flowed through his mind as he stared. Slowly making his way over, he started to silently weep at what he already knew he was going to find. His parents murdered in cold blood. Walking over, he flipped his Mom over and started bawling asking himself why this had to happen and wondering why he couldn't stop it. He flipped over his Dad only to be greeted by the same outcome. His mind raced trying to figure out how all of this could have happened. He sobbed and sobbed wishing it were only an nightmare but he knew the cruel truth. Suddenly he heard a large clatter and a fridge slam shut in the kitchen. His mind went from sorrow to fear almost instantly.
He slowly made his way up to his feet. After standing frozen like a statue for 15 seconds, he finally mustered up all of his courage and inched out of the door and slowly down the stairs, scared of what the outcome might be. Halfway down the stairs Darts crouched a little to peek under the railing. The image that greeted his eyes was a husky caucasian male, who looked to be in his 20's, looking in the cabinet for a plate to place the burrito he just stole from them. A million thoughts ran through his mind like what to do, or who to call. There was nothing someone his size could do to affect someone that big. He suddenly recalled the bow that Andrew let him have. Grabbing an arrow from the quiver, he placed it into the bow and slowly pulled back, shaking every step of the way. The man turned towards the living room so his back was to Darts. Everything fell into place. Now if only he could steady his hands and shoot already.
He aimed straight at the man's skull, foolishly closed his eyes, and let the arrow go. It seemed like a lifetime going from cocking the arrow back and shooting it. He opened his eyes in enough time to see the arrow strike the fridge next to the man. The wooden part of the arrow snapped in half on impact and the man instantly turned around in shock that he was fired at. Darts's eyes got really big as he took a 90 degree turn up the stairs. He heard the man storming up the stairs as he made a sharp left into his parents bedroom. Slamming the door as fast as he could, he locked the door and stepped away from it. The man instantly ran up to the door banging on it, screaming for Darts to let him in.
Darts bolted around the room, scouring it up and down looking for a house phone. His eyes finally rested on it inside of his mom's hand. He raced over and pried it from her hands. He hated doing this but he needed that phone. As he flipped it over to see the dial pad, the man began to kick the door and was making progress because the wood sounded like it was almost giving out. Darts looked back down at the house phone and typed in 911. After a few rings, someone picked up and asked him what his emergency was. He started yelling without realizing it, pleading for the lady to send help. Darts didn't know if they lady thought it was a prank or just didn't care because she nonchalantly said that she'd send a squad car to check it out. In the middle of him telling her to send more than just one car, she hung up in his face.
After that, the panic really started to set in. He scanned the room just hoping to find somewhere to hide before this door came crashing down. He saw a hamper and threw half the clothes out, hopped in and threw some back over himself, and not a second too late. The resounding sound of splitting wood rebounded around the room as his foot made it way through. Darts spied on the whole situation through the natural holes on the hamper. The mysterious murderer reached his arm through the hole in the door and unlocked it from the inside. The man twisted the knob and dramatically pushed the door open. It was barely holding up by the hinges anymore. Scanning the room for Darts, the man walked around checking every little spot while cussing at Darts, calling him a "Little Sh**" and other obscenities. His eyes finally rested on the hamper after a few minutes of searching. Maybe it was the discarded clothes next to the hamper that gave it but either way Darts knew he was screwed.
He crossed his fingers, just hoping for someone to rescue him but it seemed like no help was coming. The man ripped the clothes of the top of the hamper. and looked menacingly at Darts. Without a word he grabbed the hamper and turned it upside down, pouring Darts onto the ground. For about a minute all he did was scream about how Darts tried to kill him, and when Darts didn't respond he angrily picked Darts up by the neck. All he could think about was how painful this really was. Time was not in his favor because of the simple fact that he was bad at holding his breath. Nearly out of breath, the man suddenly flinched and let go of Darts's neck. When the man moved aside, in pain and disoriented, Darts saw the neighbor Mikey with a shovel in his hand. Out of all the people to show up he didn't expect Mikey to be the one.
Darts nearly jumped in happiness. He was saved! He ran over to Mikey quickly to ask how he knew to come in but Mikey wouldn't respond. He just kept staring at something. Darts followed Mikey's terrified stare back at the Murderer who was slowly recovering from the hit with a shovel to the back. Before the man could get completely back on his feet, Mikey ran at him again with the shovel but the Murderer repelled it this time. Hitting the shovel out of Mikey's possession, the man jumped at the opportunity, literally, and grabbed Mikey by the neck. Darts knew where this was going so he ran up to the man and started hitting him to no avail. Then he remembered the bow he had but before he had time to turn the thought into action, he was struck by the man and sent tumbling to the ground. Almost instantly everything seemed to fade.
When Darts awoke, everything slowly came back into focus. The first thing to greet him was Mikey's lifeless body laying no less than 4 feet away. He started to sob at all the loss he had suffered today. He then remembered the cause of all this. The Murderer. It was as if he vanished. Suddenly, as if on cue, he stepped into the room with Darts's Dad's Pistol. "I didn't wanna dirty my hands so I decided to find more humane ways of killing you" scolded the Murderer. Darts's eyes grew wide in fear. Is this really it? Is this where I die? The Murderer drew closer and eventually was standing right over Darts. "I'm running out of time," he implied. "So let's finish this quick." "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" Darts screamed. The man chuckled. "Ask the guy who hired me." The man retorted. He brought the barrel up to Darts's head and smiled menacingly. Darts closed his eyes and braced for impact. He heard a loud bang.
So this is death? It doesn't feel much different actually.. He cocked one eye open. The gun that fired was not the Murderer. It was like something straight out of a movie. The cops had shown up just in and send a bullet through the murderers head, and though it could be seen as excessive force, Darts wasn't about to argue with it. The body had tumbled on top of him and knocked the breath right out of his lungs but the cops quickly intervened and pushed him off. He was crowded by at least three voices asking him if he was okay but he was too traumatized to talk. He just wanted to go outside and forget this place. They walked him to the porch and then one went back to the car to radio in what they found while one sat there and talked to Darts about what was probably gonna happen and about how he was probably gonna end up in an orphanage. Darts nodded while staring at the ground with and emotionless face.
"Before we go can I go say goodbye to my friend Andrew and get some stuff from his house?" Darts asked. The cop nodded with approval and asked Darts where the house was. He pointed 5 houses down and the cop asked if he could walk from here and Darts nodded. Darts began his mini-trek up to Andrew's house while trying to fight thinking about what happened. What did he mean someone 'hired' him? It makes no sense! He finally reached the porch steps to Andrew's house. After giving two knocks he backed away from the door, while waiting for someone to answer. Conveniently Andrew answered the door. His eyes almost instantly grew wide from the sight of blood all over Darts. "Look, I don't have time to explain. A man killed my parents. The cops killed the man. I need more arrows." explained Darts. Even though he rushed through saying it, just speaking the part about his parents nearly made him tear up but he was still focused on keeping his pride.
Andrew was speechless so Darts moved past him into the house. He walked straight to Andrew's room and went into the closet. Andrew wasn't far behind him. "What?? Why would someone do this? Who could be so heartless??" demanded Andrew. "Look!," shrieked Darts. "I don't have time to answer 'Who, What, When, Where, and Why'." Darts grabbed around 30 arrows and placed them in his quiver and walked up to the window, opening it up. "I'm sorry, Andrew." mumbled Darts. "I'll be back one day, I promise." Without another word, he leaped out of the window and ran. The cops were the last thing he wanted to see now. He kept running and running without even knowing his destination. Finally he reached a semi-desolate place that was kinda like a forest with very few trees left. It was the perfect place to practice his archery. It's all he could to not think about what happened. After 2 hours of practice he realized he needed food but how to get it? He had no hunting skills and no munny.
His stomach started to growl. Well looks like he had only so many options. He decided to head back into town and do what was needed. He walked around with a growling stomach until he reached a food stand. A nice lady was running the stand. "May I please have a few apples, ma'am?" he whispered nicely. She smiled at him and handed him a bag of 12 apples. "There ya go sonny. I even threw in a few extra for free. That will be 200 munny please." He stared at her and back down at the apples. With all the speed he could muster, he sprinted away as fast as he could. He had to eat somehow. As he ran all he could think about was how much that would kill the trust of the old lady and that he was killing people's trust in the world just to eat..
Making it back to his little mini hideout, he hid and scarfed down his stolen apples. With every bite came a pit of shame. That day he learned what it costs to survive. Little did he know that was only the tip of the iceberg. From then on, he lived his life in solitude, stealing whatever he needed to survive. Luckily his bow was never needed. It stayed donned on his back and he preferred it that way. At the age of 15, 3 years after he started his new life, he changed the color of his bow from white to black and white to symbolize the the confusion he had on morals and to also symbolize that good could not exist without evil and as such, evil could not exist without good. The innocence in him had died so long ago, he had forgotten it ever existed.
2 years ago, while hanging around the outskirts of town, Darts ran into some sort of creature. It was all black and very short. It twitched while staring at him which immensely creeped him out. When the creature started running towards him, he shot an arrow at it. It pierced right through him and made him disappear but almost simultaneously two more popped up. He shot one instantly but the second one came pretty close to attacking him so he hit it with the bow. and then stuck an arrow into it. What the hell just happened? He made his way into town to check on things and the town was overwhelmed by the black creatures. Darts panicked and ran. There was no way he was going to kill all of these creatures. He had no clue what to do or where to go. Thinking quickly, he ran south to the little merchant town that was connected to this one. They probably hadn't been affected by it.
After 10 minutes of light jogging, he finally reached it and it was like business as usual there. Noone knows what's going on? He kept his head low and made his way to the docks. He was no hero so his first plan of business was to get off this damn world. The biggest trading company there, Magex, imported and exported elixers, potions, magic boost items and weapons from all over the worlds. He asked around and had to give a little munny away for some information after an hour he gathered that there was a shipment today of 'Mega-Potions' or whatever the old man said being shipped to Destiny Islands. Darts didn't care what type of place it was as long as it wasn't there. Making his way to the dock, he snuck onto the gummi ship that was making the delivery. Time for a change of scenery I guess. After 20 minutes of waiting the ship started up. The engine hummed and it seemed they were in flight. It flew so smooth, he couldn't even tell. Waiting to get there was so boring so he took a nap.
His mind must have knew what was going on because as soon they arrived he awoke with a start. Looking out of the window, he saw just how beautiful the place he decided to go to was. The moment they landed he exited the ship and took in his new surroundings. "So this is my new home?" he asked himself. It didn't take him long to find a place to sleep. It was against a house. It gave him the perfect view of the ocean and he loved every second of it. One day he would muster up enough courage to talk to the townsfolk here. One day...but for now he'd keep to himself until he got completely used to the place. In present time, he's still sleeping the same spot. He just knows this place back and forth now and has some good friendships with a few locals. He hopes more than anything that what happened to his home world doesn't happen here.
Role Playing Sample: Making soft footsteps in the sand, Darts walked across the beach, gazing at the never-ending ocean. He never knew how people would so easily disregard such an amazing sight as seeing water go on forever. It was probably one of the only things he cherished in this world. Nature had such beauty but it's beauty was squandered by all those here. Turning and gazing at the setting sun, he sat in the soft, velvety sand, watching as the clouds changed into extravagant colors on the skyline. Maybe living here wouldn't be bad. It certainly beat an alleyway but he would get weird stares by the people visiting the beach and he hated looking weird. Maybe one day, I'll have my own home. A man can only dream I guessed he thought to himself and sighed.
Standing up, he dusted off the collected sand gathered on his jeans. Making his way off the beach, he walked onto the sidewalk parallel to it, still gazing at the ocean. Turning away he made his way back into his usual spot as it slowly got dark. A whimpering sound entered his ear drums. Scanning about, he saw a puppy on the side of the road that seemed to be hurt. He quickly made his way over to it and kneeled down beside it. "It'll be okay, little guy. I'll get you help" Placing his hand under the puppy to pick it up, Darts lifted the dog up and stood.
The hurt puppy jumped in surprise and bit Darts on the hand. Most puppies don't have sharp teeth but looks like he found an exception. He tried to hold on to the rude puppy but it only bit harder. Darts cried out in pain and threw the puppy. Barking as it got up, the puppy ran away. "That's the last time I decide to be a good semaritan." Walking back towards his usual spot, Darts watched as the streets slowly emptied out and it became like a ghost town outside. Placing his back against the wall, Darts slid down and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions? I hope it's not too graphic. I meant for it to explain why his pain is so deep, and last time I registered I was told to shorten my history. I know I was a little over generous on the history but please don't make me shorten it. Telling someone to shorten a story is like telling a painter to take away from his art. There is no least favorite part so it's confusing on what to do when something like that is asked.