Post by Riku on Sept 12, 2010 16:16:32 GMT -5
THE TWILIGHT LIFE OF RIKU ...!
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"If the world is made of light and darkness... We'll be the darkness."
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❦ now or never ,[/size]
STAND TALL WHEN THEY'RE CALLIN YOU OUT •[/font]
Name: Riku
Age: Sixteen
Canon: Kingdom Hearts
Weapons/Abilities: Way to Dawn Keyblade
Eidolons/ Summons: None
❦ live forever ,[/size]
I JUST WANNA LIVE WHILE I'M ALIVE •[/font]
History:
There was a time when he never thought about these things, though. There was a time when he was content to play games with Sora and kick his ass at just about everything, content to dream dreams of him and Kairi ending up together one day, and him being her knight, no matter what. But reality struck him one day, or rather, maybe other realites out there struck him, and he was forced to plan an escape.
So they built the raft, got the materials, sat out and watched the sunset — and waited. But sometimes, waiting was enough for Riku, it never was, never had been. He was impatient, cocky, and maybe even arrogant at the time, for he was a boy with nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
It was he who sought out the door, he who invited the Heartless upon their homeland, and he did with vigor, eager to see just what else what out there, unaware of what powers he was tampering with. As the Heartless ran free, a storm enveloped their home, and Sora came to him, concerned. He reached out to Sora, hoping that he could join him on the adventure they knew they’d have together, but he could not reach his hand out in time. As Riku became enveloped in the storm, his heart knew he had taken the first step on the path to darkness.
Things got foggy after that. Kairi was nowhere to be found, and while Riku knew Sora would be okay, Kairi was another matter altogether. Riku practically sold his soul in order to get enough power to find her, working as, at first, Maleficent’s playtoy, until finally, higher hands found him, for Maleficient’s power and protection was not enough.
No, because he was still weak, still so weak, and Ansem called out to him from the darkness, offering Riku his own Keyblade — Soul Eater. He took it up, and just like that, was consumed by the darkness, his heart forever scarred by this self-induced blight. But still, even with the power of an artificial blade, he was no match for Sora.
And it was all to save Kairi.
Eventually, he saw the light — and refused to fight this battle once more. Blinded by his goals, he had forgotten, forgotten what friendship was supposed to be like… And so, eventually, in order to save the worlds, Riku stood on the opposite side of the Door to Darkness, and helped his best friend shut it, once and for all, locking him inside. This was his punishment, and at the same time, his retribution. Forever haunted by the dark deeds he had done in order to save his redheaded friend, Riku haunted the darkness, longing for the friends he had left behind: Kairi… Sora… But he knew, deep down, that this was what had to be done.
Now released from his dark prison, Riku knows that there is still many battles to be fought out there… Now he searches for his friends, under the hopes that they can be reunited, under the same sky. [/ul]
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❦ hear my voice ,[/size]
HEAR MY VOICE WHEN I SHOUT IT OUT LOUD •[/font]
RP Sample:
No matter how hard Riku tried to deny it, there were some places in this vast universe where he felt more comfortable than he did in his own home. But hell knows he tried to play the normalcy game for as long as he could. He found himself going back to the island’s beaches — the warm sand blanketing his bare feet, the gentle sun’s rays caressing his skin — and closed his eyes, trying to go back, back to a happier time, before darkness, light, dawn. Of course, he knew, all of those things had always existed, but he hadn’t known of them. And yet, back then, he was foolish, and wanted to grow up too soon. Back then, he’d opened the Door, and in that fragment of time, had changed his life forever.
He knew he couldn’t stay in this glorified paradise for long. Partly because he had to squint whenever he looked up at the sun (and that always made him feel guilty, as if he was trying to shut out the light that desperately wished to embrace him) and partly because he couldn’t sleep in his own bed, haunted by a memory of Xemnas’s faulty death. Could he have no closure in this world? He had traveled on such a long, hard road, spent time as DiZ’s little slave, doing his bidding, separated from what he thought was his home — all for that one moment, to bring his Keyblade down on Xemnas’ head alongside Sora, to put an end to the nightmare — and he had been robbed… The sight of Xemnas’ final moments never graced his eyes.
Twilight Town opened its arms wide to him, smiled down at him, offered him a home. Riku could not help but feel relived at his stepped out of Gummi and into this world bathed in twilight — there was no sun here, he heard, but no moon either. Just twilight — like him. Why wouldn’t he be relived? A sick part of Riku longed for comfort that a dark, chilly night always seemed to give him, but he knew there would be no such luxuries in this town. Nonetheless, he had not come here to be babied by this world, no. He was not a little boy who clung to the shadows where people like him were better off lurking in, not anymore. Or at least, that’s what he strove to believe.
Somehow, he found himself at the Sandlot, arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the tan-colored walls, his cyan blue eyes taking in the fight with interest. These people here — they fought for fun, smiling when they were beaten down, only to get up again, while the crowd and announcer went wild over their scuffle. For just a moment, he saw himself and Sora reflected in the two — and let himself smile a little, glad that somehow, the darkness had not touched this twilit area. Still pure, he noted, still… free. And yet, why did he feel so strange?
You always feel strange, Riku, he pictured Sora and Kairi telling him, and wondered what they were up to. If they were still on the Islands, if they had left, like he had, tormented with the fact that something was still out there. God, he needed answers! And no one in this world, no one anywhere—
“And it looks like this is gonna be a close match, folks! These two are practically tied!”
Riku snapped his head back toward the Struggle match, surprised to see that it was still going off — as if a decade had passed in his mind while the rest of the world was moving in slow-motion. An old man with a top hand was going around, taking bets, and people chucked munny in the hat and screamed out their favorite. The old man laughed to himself as he did this — a jolly laugh, with the biggest of smiles on his faces, as if he had no cares in the world. And maybe he didn’t.
“Hey, old timer,” Riku called out, and the old man came a’shufflin’ over, pulling up his suspenders and asking ‘whatcha need?’ in a nasally tone. “Two hundred munny on…” and he pointed to his favorite, and the old man nodded, as if to say, ‘wise choice!’ Two hundred munny poorer (but it was never an issue with him, anyway) Riku told himself to find a calm, to relax. Information would come. Answers would come. He wasn’t sure what betting on a Struggle match had to do with anything, but it was as if destiny guided his hand.
A little voice in his head laughed and questioned his faith in the unfeasible, ’destiny.’ Riku had no quips or comebacks. He merely kept his hands crossed over his chest and watched on, with a little grin etched onto his features.
He knew he couldn’t stay in this glorified paradise for long. Partly because he had to squint whenever he looked up at the sun (and that always made him feel guilty, as if he was trying to shut out the light that desperately wished to embrace him) and partly because he couldn’t sleep in his own bed, haunted by a memory of Xemnas’s faulty death. Could he have no closure in this world? He had traveled on such a long, hard road, spent time as DiZ’s little slave, doing his bidding, separated from what he thought was his home — all for that one moment, to bring his Keyblade down on Xemnas’ head alongside Sora, to put an end to the nightmare — and he had been robbed… The sight of Xemnas’ final moments never graced his eyes.
Twilight Town opened its arms wide to him, smiled down at him, offered him a home. Riku could not help but feel relived at his stepped out of Gummi and into this world bathed in twilight — there was no sun here, he heard, but no moon either. Just twilight — like him. Why wouldn’t he be relived? A sick part of Riku longed for comfort that a dark, chilly night always seemed to give him, but he knew there would be no such luxuries in this town. Nonetheless, he had not come here to be babied by this world, no. He was not a little boy who clung to the shadows where people like him were better off lurking in, not anymore. Or at least, that’s what he strove to believe.
Somehow, he found himself at the Sandlot, arms crossed over his chest, leaning back against the tan-colored walls, his cyan blue eyes taking in the fight with interest. These people here — they fought for fun, smiling when they were beaten down, only to get up again, while the crowd and announcer went wild over their scuffle. For just a moment, he saw himself and Sora reflected in the two — and let himself smile a little, glad that somehow, the darkness had not touched this twilit area. Still pure, he noted, still… free. And yet, why did he feel so strange?
You always feel strange, Riku, he pictured Sora and Kairi telling him, and wondered what they were up to. If they were still on the Islands, if they had left, like he had, tormented with the fact that something was still out there. God, he needed answers! And no one in this world, no one anywhere—
“And it looks like this is gonna be a close match, folks! These two are practically tied!”
Riku snapped his head back toward the Struggle match, surprised to see that it was still going off — as if a decade had passed in his mind while the rest of the world was moving in slow-motion. An old man with a top hand was going around, taking bets, and people chucked munny in the hat and screamed out their favorite. The old man laughed to himself as he did this — a jolly laugh, with the biggest of smiles on his faces, as if he had no cares in the world. And maybe he didn’t.
“Hey, old timer,” Riku called out, and the old man came a’shufflin’ over, pulling up his suspenders and asking ‘whatcha need?’ in a nasally tone. “Two hundred munny on…” and he pointed to his favorite, and the old man nodded, as if to say, ‘wise choice!’ Two hundred munny poorer (but it was never an issue with him, anyway) Riku told himself to find a calm, to relax. Information would come. Answers would come. He wasn’t sure what betting on a Struggle match had to do with anything, but it was as if destiny guided his hand.
A little voice in his head laughed and questioned his faith in the unfeasible, ’destiny.’ Riku had no quips or comebacks. He merely kept his hands crossed over his chest and watched on, with a little grin etched onto his features.
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