Post by xxx on Jun 12, 2008 9:45:10 GMT -5
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Current canons: Ansem’s Imposter, Cerberus
Canon you're auditioning for: Dark Sora
Media canon is from: Kingdom Hearts (one)
Is the current canon taken?: No…
Audition post (400 words):
There was nothing…absolutely nothing, in the beginning. And then the faintest shimmer of feeling was conceived.
In the beginning, it felt like he, or ‘it’, didn’t belong to anyone. It felt that he was free, but also that he didn’t really exist. But as soon as he came into existence, as soon as his creator concentrated the darkness and formed him out of it, he forgot that feeling, the feeling of not existing but still somehow being a spectator of everything that did exist. It was awfully complicated, and very confusing, too. But nevertheless, it wasn’t as if he felt much ‘realer’ than he was when he was just scattered particles of darkness that lingered in the hearts of various people and things.
At least, when he was born, he had a goal. It was his connection to his creator that made his objectives clear to him. Still, at times, it felt that he was made for nothing; just a puppet. Could he really feel at all? Everything was so new to him, everything about the worlds and the people, and yet he already had basic knowledge about things because of his time spent dwelling as the matter of darkness.
He stood, like a piece of reflective glass that contorted the images before it, in front of him; in front of his colorful mirror. His colorful counterpart looked at him, and there was an oddness to his eyes and mouth…there was something off about the colorful boy’s expression, but the manifestation of darkness couldn’t really tell what it was. It was difficult for him to really ‘feel’ at all, for all he was was a puppet…a puppet created to spite, to destroy, to spawn pride in his creator. The only reason he was aware of this was because his connection to his master made him feel what his creator wanted him to feel, made him know his objective…
And suddenly, the colorful boy dropped down into a hole. The manifestation of darkness couldn’t really tell if this was on purpose, or if it was a trick, or what. All he knew was that he was created to destroy, to spite and to spawn pride in his creator. The dark manifestation suddenly heard his conceiver’s call, and he disappeared in a dark hole that emitted from the ground, appearing behind his master, standing like the boy with colorful clothes.
And when he faced his master, a new thought developed within the dark manifestation; it sort of resembled hope. Even if his creator vanished in oblivion, the dark thing would still carry out his goals for him. He had to. It was his duty and his objective. Even though he wouldn’t be able to spawn pride and joy within his creator, he would still be able to spite and destroy. There was something about the darkness within his master that made him…admire him. Admire? Hmm…could that even be felt by the dark thing?
The dark boy thought so. As his connection with his creator remained, he became open to new feelings and thoughts, and thus became a tiny bit more like a normal person. But he decided that he probably would never be like a ‘real’ person. Never. Just a being lingering in the dark. However, this logic did not spawn any negativity within the dark boy. Just knowledge of himself.
His master’s lips changed and he sent a message to his pawn. The dark pawn’s glowing eyes immediately shimmered even more, somehow, underneath the light of the dim lanterns above. The vessel they were on rocked slightly as his master walked forth, toward the pawn.
Your name is Sora.
Dark Sora acknowledged this. Did he acknowledge it happily, or sadly, or without any feeling at all? He tried to feel, but it was nearly impossible. The closest he could ever get to feeling was by imagining, and by analyzing the people he was around. Because he knew of emotions and feelings, but he just couldn’t bring them to life the way other people did. The way normal people did. Dark Sora analyzed his master, the boy with silver hair, the boy wearing colorful attire, the boy of darkness and lust…
But then something confusing happened, something that dark Sora couldn’t really comprehend. His master felt very different, very tense, and the Dark one was flushed with incomprehension and the feeling that he lacked knowledge…something that was called ‘confusion’, perhaps, perhaps not. His master walked unsteadily, and dark Sora could feel the emotion crippling his being as he got nearer and nearer to…
A girl.
The girl lay on the floor of the deck, her eyes shut tightly. She fidgeted now and then, which ‘confused’ dark Sora yet again; wasn’t she supposed to be unconscious? He watched his master approach the girl and bend down, holding her hand tightly and saying something to her, something dark Sora either couldn’t hear or couldn’t understand. At once, the girl’s eyes opened, as if she hadn’t been sleeping at all. And she looked straight at the dark boy, straight into his yellow, gloomy eyes…
But her eyes trailed away from his and soon she was staring at the ground, lifelessly. She was the oddest specimen that dark Sora had ever seen in all his existence, even though he hadn’t existed for so long. Then, his master turned to him and ‘sent’ him another ‘message’.
Destroy the colorful boy and his friends.
And so, dark Sora was obliged to do so. He felt a brief surge of wrath and violence overcome him; it was a feeling that could be described as destructive and aggressive, but he didn’t really comprehend it either, and maybe he never would. The only things clear to him were his objectives; to destroy the colorful boy. Even without his master, he knew what his goals would be, the goals that would dominate his very life and existence. He would have to try his best to spread the darkness as much as he could, and also to destroy the colorful boy and his friends, of cour—
‘Friends’.
Friends? he responded to his master, folding his arms and floating in the air, prepared to disappear upon receiving his master’s reply.
Friends. People connected to his heart.
And instantly dark Sora understood. A ‘friend’ was someone who had a connection with someone else’s heart… Would the connection be good or bad? The inquisitive dark Sora, wanting to learn more like a child, was about to ask that very question when his master directed him to go quickly, and that time was of the essence, as always.
As always. Time, of the essence. As always, dark Sora repeated to himself, in his mind, cherishing this sacred piece of knowledge. And so, he disappeared in a dark hole in the ground once again, mingling with the forces of darkness to find the colorful boy and his friends.
Current canons: Ansem’s Imposter, Cerberus
Canon you're auditioning for: Dark Sora
Media canon is from: Kingdom Hearts (one)
Is the current canon taken?: No…
Audition post (400 words):
There was nothing…absolutely nothing, in the beginning. And then the faintest shimmer of feeling was conceived.
In the beginning, it felt like he, or ‘it’, didn’t belong to anyone. It felt that he was free, but also that he didn’t really exist. But as soon as he came into existence, as soon as his creator concentrated the darkness and formed him out of it, he forgot that feeling, the feeling of not existing but still somehow being a spectator of everything that did exist. It was awfully complicated, and very confusing, too. But nevertheless, it wasn’t as if he felt much ‘realer’ than he was when he was just scattered particles of darkness that lingered in the hearts of various people and things.
At least, when he was born, he had a goal. It was his connection to his creator that made his objectives clear to him. Still, at times, it felt that he was made for nothing; just a puppet. Could he really feel at all? Everything was so new to him, everything about the worlds and the people, and yet he already had basic knowledge about things because of his time spent dwelling as the matter of darkness.
He stood, like a piece of reflective glass that contorted the images before it, in front of him; in front of his colorful mirror. His colorful counterpart looked at him, and there was an oddness to his eyes and mouth…there was something off about the colorful boy’s expression, but the manifestation of darkness couldn’t really tell what it was. It was difficult for him to really ‘feel’ at all, for all he was was a puppet…a puppet created to spite, to destroy, to spawn pride in his creator. The only reason he was aware of this was because his connection to his master made him feel what his creator wanted him to feel, made him know his objective…
And suddenly, the colorful boy dropped down into a hole. The manifestation of darkness couldn’t really tell if this was on purpose, or if it was a trick, or what. All he knew was that he was created to destroy, to spite and to spawn pride in his creator. The dark manifestation suddenly heard his conceiver’s call, and he disappeared in a dark hole that emitted from the ground, appearing behind his master, standing like the boy with colorful clothes.
And when he faced his master, a new thought developed within the dark manifestation; it sort of resembled hope. Even if his creator vanished in oblivion, the dark thing would still carry out his goals for him. He had to. It was his duty and his objective. Even though he wouldn’t be able to spawn pride and joy within his creator, he would still be able to spite and destroy. There was something about the darkness within his master that made him…admire him. Admire? Hmm…could that even be felt by the dark thing?
The dark boy thought so. As his connection with his creator remained, he became open to new feelings and thoughts, and thus became a tiny bit more like a normal person. But he decided that he probably would never be like a ‘real’ person. Never. Just a being lingering in the dark. However, this logic did not spawn any negativity within the dark boy. Just knowledge of himself.
His master’s lips changed and he sent a message to his pawn. The dark pawn’s glowing eyes immediately shimmered even more, somehow, underneath the light of the dim lanterns above. The vessel they were on rocked slightly as his master walked forth, toward the pawn.
Your name is Sora.
Dark Sora acknowledged this. Did he acknowledge it happily, or sadly, or without any feeling at all? He tried to feel, but it was nearly impossible. The closest he could ever get to feeling was by imagining, and by analyzing the people he was around. Because he knew of emotions and feelings, but he just couldn’t bring them to life the way other people did. The way normal people did. Dark Sora analyzed his master, the boy with silver hair, the boy wearing colorful attire, the boy of darkness and lust…
But then something confusing happened, something that dark Sora couldn’t really comprehend. His master felt very different, very tense, and the Dark one was flushed with incomprehension and the feeling that he lacked knowledge…something that was called ‘confusion’, perhaps, perhaps not. His master walked unsteadily, and dark Sora could feel the emotion crippling his being as he got nearer and nearer to…
A girl.
The girl lay on the floor of the deck, her eyes shut tightly. She fidgeted now and then, which ‘confused’ dark Sora yet again; wasn’t she supposed to be unconscious? He watched his master approach the girl and bend down, holding her hand tightly and saying something to her, something dark Sora either couldn’t hear or couldn’t understand. At once, the girl’s eyes opened, as if she hadn’t been sleeping at all. And she looked straight at the dark boy, straight into his yellow, gloomy eyes…
But her eyes trailed away from his and soon she was staring at the ground, lifelessly. She was the oddest specimen that dark Sora had ever seen in all his existence, even though he hadn’t existed for so long. Then, his master turned to him and ‘sent’ him another ‘message’.
Destroy the colorful boy and his friends.
And so, dark Sora was obliged to do so. He felt a brief surge of wrath and violence overcome him; it was a feeling that could be described as destructive and aggressive, but he didn’t really comprehend it either, and maybe he never would. The only things clear to him were his objectives; to destroy the colorful boy. Even without his master, he knew what his goals would be, the goals that would dominate his very life and existence. He would have to try his best to spread the darkness as much as he could, and also to destroy the colorful boy and his friends, of cour—
‘Friends’.
Friends? he responded to his master, folding his arms and floating in the air, prepared to disappear upon receiving his master’s reply.
Friends. People connected to his heart.
And instantly dark Sora understood. A ‘friend’ was someone who had a connection with someone else’s heart… Would the connection be good or bad? The inquisitive dark Sora, wanting to learn more like a child, was about to ask that very question when his master directed him to go quickly, and that time was of the essence, as always.
As always. Time, of the essence. As always, dark Sora repeated to himself, in his mind, cherishing this sacred piece of knowledge. And so, he disappeared in a dark hole in the ground once again, mingling with the forces of darkness to find the colorful boy and his friends.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao