Post by xxx on May 10, 2008 11:59:32 GMT -5
Username: xxx
Current canons: None!
Canon you're auditioning for: Naminé
Media canon is from: Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories; Kingdom Hearts II
Is the current canon taken?: Nope.
Audition post (400 words):
Kairi?
It was as if a towering tsunami had struck the heaviest of dams, destroying the grand structure and the dignity it gave its creators, while the water rushed in to surround an innocent, fragile city which stood on the brink of existence. In Naminé’s case, she felt just like that poor city. It was definitely a complex feeling, the feeling of hardly existing at all, the feeling of being so fragile that even the tiniest hints of pain within one’s mind would cause their beautiful being to fall into oblivion, lost forever…. And she couldn’t remember a thing. She felt like a new-born baby, without a past life, without the knowledge that memories bring about. “Memory…” the girl said quietly, her small body curled up in a ball on the floor.
The soft voice echoed around the room. The oceanic eyes flickered open ever so slowly, a perfect shade of blue glittering in the pale light of the white room. The vicinity was empty, except for a few objects of oddness that seemed unimportant, as they blended in with the whiteness of the surrounding walls. The unique Nobody placed feeble hands on the ground and lifted herself up, looking around sadly with eyes sorrowful yet still shining brighter than the white glow within the room. She felt so alone, so trapped…she was in need of a savior, of somebody who she could hold on tight to. How was it possible to feel so much pain, yet hardly ‘feel’ sorrow at all? The confused girl stood up and started to walk, feeling a shimmer of hope within her as she remembered something...
“Sora! Roxas, Riku...” the girl spoke with an evidently happier tone as she remembered her beloved ones. And soon, the hollow space within her chest was filled with thoughts of pure ambition and ‘wholeness’ rather than emptiness. But then her heart, its pace increased and she could hear it beat like large drums… The next thing she knew, memories of torment, of pain, of feeling so fragile and manipulated fizzed within the Nobody’s mind like a poisonous toxin in a fizzy drink, bubbling and smoking and ruining all good feelings…
"13."
The Artist of Memories awakened with a start, panting and sweating as her wide eyes scanned the area. The faint ticking of a clock was the only sound that filled the derelict room. Tattered furniture was scattered here and there, and the remnants of a chandelier had fallen atop a table but with unnatural force, as the table was split in half and the glass of the chandelier was completely shattered. The sight made Naminé calm down and sigh deeply with utter relief. No longer was she in the White Room. Thank God she was no longer in the White Room. She didn’t want to draw. She didn’t want to feel the same way she did in that treacherous Castle. Naminé felt a passionate, rebellious spark within her, but it faded away quickly because she could not feel as whole people did.
But when she heard a low voice erupt from outside the room, her eyes widened once more and that same feeling of imprisonment closed in on her world, temporarily preventing her from inhaling and exhaling normally. She leapt out of bed and hurried to the door, throwing it open, trapped even though she wasn’t yet in the White Room…. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the doorknob; the nightmare was still on her mind. Turning the knob and pushing on the door, she stepped out into the hall of the Twilight Mansion, only to be greeted by an enigmatic face. A dreaded face, to be exact.
The girl felt cold; the feeling of abuse and imprisonment fluttered anxiously within her stomach in the form of butterflies, but when the Witch of Memories recalled Sora and how he had changed her completely, a torrent of bravery swept this feeling away. For now. Her expression changed. She was no longer afraid; her confidence reared as she remembered Sora and she faced DiZ with absolute certainty that fate would keep the key bearer safe, and that this fate was on her side. Even though she was trapped, it was for a good cause, and she couldn’t be trusted by DiZ. All Naminé wanted was freedom, so how could anyone really trust her to stay here, in such a haunted house? She sent him a piercing glower, her determined blue eyes shining brightly, and walked right passed the hated red enigma. DiZ made a very heavy impression on Naminé with his towering authority, but as long as she curled a mighty fist and recalled the fact that she was a being so divine and beautiful in her nature, Naminé would be pumped with strength.
The Memory Witch stepped by the memory pods in the blue corridor, their contents unclear and gloomy, until she reached two familiar faces. Sora’s comrades. A warm smile crossed the Witch’s face as she remembered how they helped her, alongside the Keyblade Master. And then, when it was time to see him, to see his face, to fix him just like she promised, her heart pounded in her ears, just like in the nightmare…
I’ve kept my promise, Sora.[/color]
She looked up at him in that icy, blue pod. It was cold in here. It was if everything the Witch touched transformed into an icy monster. As she thought this, she bowed her head in shame, but decided that this was no time to dwell in her own guilty mistakes. She looked up at that distant, cute face, the face of a true hero, with a heart so strong and so confident it nearly made her envy it. And yet, to think, Naminé was so cruel to him, so cruel to his memories, in the castle. She looked to the side, her sad eyes flickering, her mind instantly coming up with valid excuses. She didn’t know if he was a hero for her before she truly met him, right? Wrong. Naminé could tell, by his memories, that he really did have qualities that placed him on the top of the good side. She remembered how he gave her so much encouragement, and how he helped her find faith in herself. Once she realized that she was a divine creature, as long as she was on the side of benevolence, of goodness, she was happy with herself. Instantly, Naminé felt free from the Organization, in thinking about herself and accepting her for who she was.
The silent girl looked back up at Sora, clutching her left arm in front of her, and took small steps closer, closer.
Soon. Soon, it’ll be time to wake up.
And with a smile of pure radiance, a tiny pear-shaped droplet slid from her eye and down her cheek, as a beautiful hope filled Naminé with a feeling that drew her away from the heaviness of her life. It was a hope that she would return to Kairi, and that the lives of the three children, Riku, Sora and Kairi, would be filled with a special happiness currently unable to be felt. As long as she kept this hope, as long as she held it close to her chest like the faintest glimmer of Light within pure Darkness, she would never, never fade away from existence, no matter how much she trembled on the very brink of being. [/size]
Current canons: None!
Canon you're auditioning for: Naminé
Media canon is from: Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories; Kingdom Hearts II
Is the current canon taken?: Nope.
Audition post (400 words):
Kairi?
It was as if a towering tsunami had struck the heaviest of dams, destroying the grand structure and the dignity it gave its creators, while the water rushed in to surround an innocent, fragile city which stood on the brink of existence. In Naminé’s case, she felt just like that poor city. It was definitely a complex feeling, the feeling of hardly existing at all, the feeling of being so fragile that even the tiniest hints of pain within one’s mind would cause their beautiful being to fall into oblivion, lost forever…. And she couldn’t remember a thing. She felt like a new-born baby, without a past life, without the knowledge that memories bring about. “Memory…” the girl said quietly, her small body curled up in a ball on the floor.
The soft voice echoed around the room. The oceanic eyes flickered open ever so slowly, a perfect shade of blue glittering in the pale light of the white room. The vicinity was empty, except for a few objects of oddness that seemed unimportant, as they blended in with the whiteness of the surrounding walls. The unique Nobody placed feeble hands on the ground and lifted herself up, looking around sadly with eyes sorrowful yet still shining brighter than the white glow within the room. She felt so alone, so trapped…she was in need of a savior, of somebody who she could hold on tight to. How was it possible to feel so much pain, yet hardly ‘feel’ sorrow at all? The confused girl stood up and started to walk, feeling a shimmer of hope within her as she remembered something...
“Sora! Roxas, Riku...” the girl spoke with an evidently happier tone as she remembered her beloved ones. And soon, the hollow space within her chest was filled with thoughts of pure ambition and ‘wholeness’ rather than emptiness. But then her heart, its pace increased and she could hear it beat like large drums… The next thing she knew, memories of torment, of pain, of feeling so fragile and manipulated fizzed within the Nobody’s mind like a poisonous toxin in a fizzy drink, bubbling and smoking and ruining all good feelings…
"13."
The Artist of Memories awakened with a start, panting and sweating as her wide eyes scanned the area. The faint ticking of a clock was the only sound that filled the derelict room. Tattered furniture was scattered here and there, and the remnants of a chandelier had fallen atop a table but with unnatural force, as the table was split in half and the glass of the chandelier was completely shattered. The sight made Naminé calm down and sigh deeply with utter relief. No longer was she in the White Room. Thank God she was no longer in the White Room. She didn’t want to draw. She didn’t want to feel the same way she did in that treacherous Castle. Naminé felt a passionate, rebellious spark within her, but it faded away quickly because she could not feel as whole people did.
But when she heard a low voice erupt from outside the room, her eyes widened once more and that same feeling of imprisonment closed in on her world, temporarily preventing her from inhaling and exhaling normally. She leapt out of bed and hurried to the door, throwing it open, trapped even though she wasn’t yet in the White Room…. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the doorknob; the nightmare was still on her mind. Turning the knob and pushing on the door, she stepped out into the hall of the Twilight Mansion, only to be greeted by an enigmatic face. A dreaded face, to be exact.
The girl felt cold; the feeling of abuse and imprisonment fluttered anxiously within her stomach in the form of butterflies, but when the Witch of Memories recalled Sora and how he had changed her completely, a torrent of bravery swept this feeling away. For now. Her expression changed. She was no longer afraid; her confidence reared as she remembered Sora and she faced DiZ with absolute certainty that fate would keep the key bearer safe, and that this fate was on her side. Even though she was trapped, it was for a good cause, and she couldn’t be trusted by DiZ. All Naminé wanted was freedom, so how could anyone really trust her to stay here, in such a haunted house? She sent him a piercing glower, her determined blue eyes shining brightly, and walked right passed the hated red enigma. DiZ made a very heavy impression on Naminé with his towering authority, but as long as she curled a mighty fist and recalled the fact that she was a being so divine and beautiful in her nature, Naminé would be pumped with strength.
The Memory Witch stepped by the memory pods in the blue corridor, their contents unclear and gloomy, until she reached two familiar faces. Sora’s comrades. A warm smile crossed the Witch’s face as she remembered how they helped her, alongside the Keyblade Master. And then, when it was time to see him, to see his face, to fix him just like she promised, her heart pounded in her ears, just like in the nightmare…
I’ve kept my promise, Sora.[/color]
She looked up at him in that icy, blue pod. It was cold in here. It was if everything the Witch touched transformed into an icy monster. As she thought this, she bowed her head in shame, but decided that this was no time to dwell in her own guilty mistakes. She looked up at that distant, cute face, the face of a true hero, with a heart so strong and so confident it nearly made her envy it. And yet, to think, Naminé was so cruel to him, so cruel to his memories, in the castle. She looked to the side, her sad eyes flickering, her mind instantly coming up with valid excuses. She didn’t know if he was a hero for her before she truly met him, right? Wrong. Naminé could tell, by his memories, that he really did have qualities that placed him on the top of the good side. She remembered how he gave her so much encouragement, and how he helped her find faith in herself. Once she realized that she was a divine creature, as long as she was on the side of benevolence, of goodness, she was happy with herself. Instantly, Naminé felt free from the Organization, in thinking about herself and accepting her for who she was.
The silent girl looked back up at Sora, clutching her left arm in front of her, and took small steps closer, closer.
Soon. Soon, it’ll be time to wake up.
And with a smile of pure radiance, a tiny pear-shaped droplet slid from her eye and down her cheek, as a beautiful hope filled Naminé with a feeling that drew her away from the heaviness of her life. It was a hope that she would return to Kairi, and that the lives of the three children, Riku, Sora and Kairi, would be filled with a special happiness currently unable to be felt. As long as she kept this hope, as long as she held it close to her chest like the faintest glimmer of Light within pure Darkness, she would never, never fade away from existence, no matter how much she trembled on the very brink of being. [/size]
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao