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Amends "Rōk..." Rōk started, nearly dropping the beaker he had been pouring liquid into. But he pretended he hadn't heard. He knew that voice, and he had sent it off the last time with angry words.
"I'm sorry." Rōk still didn't turn, although her felt a hot flood of emotion rise in him at her words.
Finally, he spoke, without looking around. "I said some things I shouldn't have."
"You're right," said XithArcean, walking around the table to face him, "but I understand why you reacted the way you did. I reacted pretty much the same way when I found out."
Rōk watched her, biting his lip. She didn't look much different than Catharine, although her hair was a different color. But he knew she was lacking an essential part of her being. He didn't know if he could forgive her.
"Can you even feel h
Heartless ProfilesName: Citreahna (pronounced Sih-tree-ahn-uh)
Nobody's Name: XithArcean
Somebody's Name: Catharine
Magic Attribute: Water
- humanoid with dark gray skin
- bulbous yellow eyes
- black hair in ponytail
- pointed ears
Notes: She is shy, but not weak just stays away from people. Actually quite intelligent and clever, but prefers to avoid a confrontation. Sentient, but cannot speak.
Nobody's Name: Shax
Somebody's Name: Ash
Magic Attribute: Fire
- about the size and shape of a deer, but with spikes
- cannot speak, just screams
Notes: Not sentient. The violent, loud, and pyromanical side of Ash.
Nobody's Name: Xirce
Somebody's Name: Eric
Magic Attribute: Quake (earth-type magic)
- over-muscular humanoid
- colored different shades of dark blue
Notes: Quiet, not that smart. Teaches Gleem for most of
Xirce and Xalkz's ProfileName: Xirce
Somebody's Name: Eric
Silvering is the process used to make mirrors, where a thin layer of metal (originally silver but now normally other metal compounds) is spread onto the back of the glass (or occasionally the front for special mirrors). Xirce can create a mirror wherever there is glass. He can occasionally create a silver coating without glass, but it requires more effort.
Proof of Existence: The Intense Reflection
World: Traverse Town
Background: Eric and Zalk were brothers living with their parents in Traverse Town. Eric was a "loner", staying at home and doing science experiments (that mostly involved light) while Zalk wandered the neighborhood with his friends, playing pranks. Zalk and two of his friends lost their hearts one day when they were dared to fight three Soldiers. Eric's heart was taken when he went to look for his missing brother.
Personality: Quiet and scientific.
-Placeholder story- This story is unedited. It took me five minutes. I only wrote it to clarify in my own head what happened.
Rōk's view of the Spider was suddenly obscured. Darkness bloomed outward to form an oval; he grimaced. So Catharine, or XithArcean, or whoever she was now, was back. And she'd better have answers.
"Rōk." She smiled, but Rōk did not return the grin. He could tell she sensed his mood, and her smile lost a little of its brilliance.
He folded his arms. "I'm afraid I can't return your greeting. You never explained why you changed your name and your hair," he added as an afterthought.
"I'm XithArcean now," she replied, almost apologetically.
"So then, XithArcean. Explain."
"First of all," she began, "I'm sorry. I never told you what happened. So... there are these things called 'he
OE: Left or Right? [AM27] This is the twin story to this one --> http://cath222-aa4.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d34mq5l . Catharine makes a different decision here.
What?" Catharine stared at Rōk in surprise. He shrugged nonchalantly, although she knew him well enough to read the discomfort in his eyes
"You heard me. I'm going to go live on the East Spoke." Catharine felt a stab of pain. Rōk was her best friend, such an integral part of her life she couldn't imagine him leaving. She watched him in silence, allowing her sadness to flicker across her face. He shifted uncomfortably and stepped back.
"Look, I " Rōk faltered. "You remember last week, when I disappeared for a few days?" Catharine was silent. He knew she remembered. "Well . I was ." He suddenly sat down on the Spoke. "I was visiting my parents."
"What?" Catharine was shocked out of h
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
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