Sanford Kivilahti

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Name: Sanford Kivilahti
Nickname(optional): San

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Position: Good

Power(s): Thunder. (As in, he can cast the level one spell, "Thunder." I mean, he's 15. He won't have tons of elaborate techniques.)

Weapon(s): An ordinary spear.

Appearance: Sanford has dark brown hair that goes about to the bottom of his neck in length. He has sapphire eyes and rather high cheekbones for a male. He's 5'7" and weighs 104 pounds. He has a pearly white skin tone. As for his clothes, he wears long tan khaki pants, a plain black long-sleeved shirt, a cyan over jacket, white sneakers, and a chain necklace with a wolf head on it. He also carries a gold pocket watch on a chain and wears a plain white silk glove on his right hand.

Personality: Generally fun-loving, he tries to enjoy himself as much as he can. He tends to stay out of arguments unless they're specifically directed at him. When it comes to making decisions, he takes his time thinking about what new choices that decision will bring. In battle, he really doesn't think about what he's doing. Rather, he'll just do whatever he thinks will help him survive.

Original World: Traverse Town
Current Residing World: Traverse Town

History/Background: Sanford was an odd baby, to say the least. He never cried until he was seven years old. Not when he was hungry, in pain, or anything. He started talking when he was six months old.

He lost three things when he was seven years old: His mother, his father, and his hand. He and his parents were caught outside in the Second District when the clock tower bell rang. His parents managed to save him by sacrificing themselves. However, Sanford lost his hand in an attack by some Soldier Heartless when he was running away. Soon afterward, he met a boy named Cameron, who's parents took him in. Fortunately, Cameron's parents were engineers, and were able to make Sanford a new "hand," which he keeps hidden in his glove.

Even though the Heartless robbed him of those three things, he doesn't really fight them for the sake of revenge. Rather, he fights them just for the thrill he gets in the heat of battle. However, other than his little "Heartless Hunts," he lived a pretty normal life.

Role Playing Sample:

Sanford quietly walked down the hall, Careful not to make any loud noises. If he did, Cameron's parents might wake up, and he'd be in a heap of trouble if they caught him up this early. Quietly, but firmly, he knocked on Cameron's door. It was just enough to let who ever is inside know that someone's outside. It was still a little while before dawn; the perfect time to go out and have some fun.

Cameron removed his covers from his upper body as he sat up in his bed. It had better not be San again. He yawned, removed the rest of his blankets, and hobbled over to the door. He opened the door slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Of course it's him. "Ungh… What is it, San?" he moaned.

"Well, I was just thinking," Sanford began, "your parents aren't up yet, and there are bound to be plenty of Heartless outside at this time." He raised his right eyebrow. "We could go have some fun with them, if you know I mean."

"Are you serious?" Cameron replied. He clearly looked annoyed. "Father just gave your hand a tune-up. I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Come on, Cam. You know I've still got one good hand." Sanford pleaded, holding up his left hand.

"What time is it, anyway?" Cameron wondered. Sanford held up is pocket watch for him. "Four in the morning? No way, man. I'm going back to sleep." Cameron closed the door.

"Oh, he's no fun." Sanford muttered to himself. "Guess that means more for me." He started slowly walking toward the exit of their home.