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Gleem's ProfileName: Gleem
Alignment: Darkness (Rogue)
- Blond hair, worn in ponytail
- Green eyes
- Wears standard Web clothing: A light blue t-shirt and khaki-colored capris, and the ever-present magnetic gloves and boots
World: The Web
Background: Gleem was originally from the West Spoke (the smiths), and so she has always had a fascination for metal and fire, although she dislikes the fire's heat. Because of this, she chose not to be a smith, but instead be one of the cutters that went out to the far reaches of the Web and collected metal. One day, when she was far out on the West Spoke, she was attacked by Heartless. In a moment of panic, she summoned her Keyblade.
When the Heartless were defeated, she stood there with her blowtorch in one hand and her newly-summoned Keyblade in the other, and realized how frustrated she was with life on the Web. So she made a decision and threw the blo
OE: Training [Mvi] XithArcean sighed to herself. "I did say I needed more training." She shifted nervously, glancing around the Training Room. She knew Xiron was up in the control room, setting up a simulation, but she wasn't quite sure what to expect. From what he had said, she gathered the Heartless would be slightly stronger than what she had previously faced. On the other hand, she thought, nothing she had faced so far had been particularly powerful. It could be almost anything.
About fifteen feet away from her, the air suddenly warped. Xith bit back a gasp. Towering over her was a well, none of the words in her dictionary sprang to mind. The Heartless reminded her of a flower, maybe but this was easily twice her height, if not taller, and the markings on it looked curiously like a face
The flower-thing was bobbing gently in place, and Xith started to wonder what she had to fear about i
OE: Accessories Run 1 [M6] "A mission?" XithArcean stared at the paper in disbelief. She had only been off-world once, to Twilight Town, and now she was supposed to carry out a mission? Xith bit her lip, several problems springing into her mind. What if her limited vocabulary caused her to make a crucial mistake? How was she supposed to "confiscate illegal goods"? But most pressing of all was the location problem. Xith could not portal to Traverse Town, because she had never been there before.
After a few moments of worried thought, though, she decided the solution was simple. She would head down to the mainroom and ask the first person she saw. A chance to use the elevator, she thought happily.
Only a few minutes later, she was in the mainroom. Glancing around, she spotted Nax, and waylaid him on his way to the kitchen.
Nax looked up. "What."
A Visit XithArcean opened her eyes slowly. There was no window in her room, but her inner clock told her it was morning. As always, she eyed the blank white wall in front of her with fright, before she remembered where she was: Organization Eternal, in Memory's Skyscraper. She was no longer on the Web. Even though she realized that every day, she still felt the wrenching pain of homesickness. Everyone she'd met so far seemed to be accustomed to strange things she had never seen before. She ran through the mental list in her head. Room, elevator, couch, table, TV, counter The list just grew and grew.
But that reminded her. She dropped from the pipe that ran across the top of her room, stumbling as she hit the floor. On the brown object in the corner she had not learned its name yet sat the dictionary. XithArcean had looked up Christmas in it, and now she understood why she had seen Xeros trying to shove packages wra
OE: Losing Heart, Part 2 [AM10] It took Catharine only a few minutes to reach the Library from her building. It was one of the reasons she liked her new "house", although she was still getting used to sleeping inside the cube of sheet metal. After all, she had spent most of her life outside or as close to that as you ever got on the Web and was accustomed to falling asleep with the deep gray expanse that was the backdrop to life on the Web underneath her. Sometimes she felt claustrophobic inside her house, but it was the only option for residence if you wanted to live on the South Spoke.
When she reached the Library, she slowed, something she had not done in years. Normally she sped up, eager to get inside to her latest book. But recently, something had happened that made her cautious. There was an intruder in the Library.
As she walked in, Catharine strained her ears for the low drone that indicated she was not al
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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