Forte

[Forte]

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~Basic info~

** I have to say that my bio will only make sense if you read my history. Its a must. I try not to give out a lot of information unless its need. I.E. The history portion**


Behind every great individual, there is that voice which keeps them going onward and toward their next great adventure. [/center][/i]

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Username ~ : Forte

Other characters ~ : None

Is this character canon? ~ : No

Link to audition thread ~ :

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~Character Info~

Waking up in the morning, your thoughts are cluttered. It takes a moment for you to fully become aware of your surroundings, but once you do, everything about your life comes back to you.[/center][/b][/i]

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Name ~ : Mezza Forte Sonata

Age ~ : Human Age 22

Birthplace ~ : Twilight Town

Gender ~ : Male

Race ~ : Drow

Special Class ~ : Balance Walker - Dragooning Bard.

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~Appearance~

As you are heading out the door of your house, a small glimmer of light catches your eye. You turn around and see a mirror, putting you face to face with your reflection.

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Physical appearance ~ :


Clothing/Accessories ~ :
NUMEROUS amount of earings on both ears. His shirt ( Which is not really part of the picture ) is cloth that is wrapped neatly around his chest that simply blends into his armor peices. All together, It looks like a wrinkled shirt.

Right Arm Gauntlet
Left Shoulder Gaurd.
On leg guard over his cloth pant leg that stops to his thighs
And no leg guard on his opposing leg.

Everything is Purple black and silver coordination as the picture depicts.

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~Personality~

As you're walking through the door, you see many sights that influence your mood. The different feelings that suddenly wash over you are many, leaving you with a strange mix of emotions.

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Alignment ~ : Core Neutral and at some points Lawful Neutral

Behavior ~ : Socially, He is a cynical deviant, Who loves to play with peoples mind. Some say that he talks in circles, He just gets to the point. And if your trying to make a point, With a smug smirk on his face, He will make you get to it. Quite the social butterfly. Some people would list his personality as; Vulgar, Sexual, Deceitful. As to his "Fans"(Meaning people who took an interest in him); Mysterious, independent, Anarchist, Rebel, And the list goes on.

When it comes down to buisness, Whatever information he has gained from someone, Even a simple greeting, He would try to take advantage of it. His mission differs from everyone else. It involves a lot of action and a lot of speaking. Speaking mainly to be influential. But his lack of respect for people and their belongings, Which is quite notorious for, is a necessary evil.

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~Weapons~

Suddenly, a Heartless appears in front of you, brandishing its claws and threatening to attack. You reach for your weapon and equip it, ready to defend yourself.

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Primary Weapon(s)

ID: Dir Ling Grita
Quality:



Was bestowed upon him after a certain event in his life took place. This wicked spear is imbued with the pure essence of sound and minor essences of light and dark. The light and dark has no significant role. ( Only in Story it plays a role ) As the spear idles, A fine mist comes out of the 'open mouth' and the pitch fork part is all cosmetic. In battle the mist would not appear.

Although this may seem like a deadly weapon, But it is also a tool. The mist and the light and dark essences are often used as keys. Not the kind of key you use to open a door, No. But the kind of key that is used as a trump card.
(Just look at the history to understand my awkward profile.)

Secondary Weapon(s)

ID:

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~Abilities~

Just as you're about to fight the creature, you feel the power of your ancestors filling you. The strength of a thousand men courses through your veins as you prepare for battle.

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AP left:

[Siren]
[Opening his mouth to expel a high pitched screech. Defensive skill mainly used to break glass and cause the victim minor pain as well a very temporary stun that may only last as lone as 3 seconds. Used to avoid quick and sudden attacks from a predator or even an attack from another person. ]

Strength: Weak
Uses: 5 times. 1 post cast 1 post cool down.

[Blue Serenade]
[Knowing that everything in life has a certain song written for each living thing. If Forte is around the living thing long enough, he could hear it. He could hear each note of the song and try to replicate it. But knowing that each time a song is replicated its not as good as the original. Forte could borrow one skill from his victim. It would not be as powerful as the original. But a composer always changes something up with their songs. So Forte is able to tweak the borrow skill on how it is used slightly. Still not as good as the original. As soon as he uses Blue Serenade. He is stuck with that skill until the victim leaves. Only one song can be played ( Meaning one skill can be replicated ) ]

Strength: Moderate
Uses: 5 Posts has to be with the person. As Forte is not around the person. The skill is no longer replicated.


Items

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Equips

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Special Abilities

N/A


Minions

N/A


Summons

N/A

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~History~

As you slay the last of the beasts, you put your weapon aside, and walk away, knowing your tale of bravery will be told for thousands of years to come.

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It all start a long long time ago.

No one knows who they were, Shoot.. They didn't even know who they were. Nor how they got there. All they know is that they were blessed. Blessed to be alive.

Melody and Forte, Twins. But Forte was the one raising Melody. Defending his sister against bullies. There are times that he go to sleep hungry as he would give all of his food to his sister. There nothing in the world he wouldn't do for his sister.

Melody looks up to his older twin brother as her hero. He was basically like her dad. Like a dad that they never met. Nor have any memories of their parents. But to them, They were never really bother with that kind of idea.

I guess that how the rebellion began.

Since they had no parents, or thought they had no parents. There in lies begins the full lessons of independence. They were allowed to do whatever they want whenever they want. But that of course wasn't much. Patriarch repression of Forte, There was none. Matriarch repression for Melody, There was none. They were going to be their own people. And their own people, They were.

It all gets weird from here on out..

Their dreams.. Their dreams were in sync. They were in the same place. They spoke and their heard each other. They were in the same dream. The dream that some keybladers have when they recieve their keys for the first time. The dark stair case with the trial run of killing the random heartless. Not having a single violent bone in their system. They were naturals at it.

Waking up from the wild dream, They quickly stood up and just stared at each other then stared at each other wrists, For whats on their wrist a bracelet with a 6 pronged crown attached to it. Jaws gaped and eyes bolging. No there no way that they were something they kept reading upon every night.

If only that lasted long.

With the new given gifts which also gave them more confidence in themselves. They decided to wonder out of their homes and intoo a field. Something told them to go to the fields. Something not really physical. More like a gut reaction. Why did they have to listen to it.

The field was vast, Lucious green grass. The breeze dance slightly through them, Influencing the grass to nudge slightly to the right. There was nothing more peaceful than this very site.

Until that is..

The horizon turned down and the skys got cloudy quick. The grass quickley died and something bright rose above their heads. As instinct took over Forte, He quickly grabbed Melody and began to run, Why did he run away? That was not normal and his number one concern was his sister. But as destiny would have it...

When he grabbed his sister, His sister faded. Faded into nothing-ness. He just stood there with his arms closed, looking at the very nothing-ness that was his sister. The bright object in the sky influenced Forte. How you may ask? The gravitation pull that the planet had on Forte, shifted. So slowly and reasurringly. He was being pulled up to the brightness.

"Kingdom Hearts?"

He thought to himself as he willfully more and more accepted the fact that there was no turning back and his sister was gone. He had nothing else to lose. For what was behind Kingdom Hearts doors was nothing but a mystery to him. Just praying upon the gods that it was a dangerous place. So that eventually he could see his sister again.

An endless onslaught of whatevber was behind it, Let then tear up his body. He had nothing to live for. Thats what this Emo thought before quickly face planting back on the floor. What has happened? He didnt know. The brightness in the sky slapped him away before he got closer he guesses.

Surprise Surprise..

He stood up from the very ground he was eating. Only to realize that his physical appearance has changed. His skin was purple for starters. Upon investigation, He soon realized that he took the form, of a drow. And with each waking second, Thoughts, Ideas, All of these ideology fill his head. And was intrigues him the most, Is that everything made sense to him.

There is no such as a good guy and a bad guy. All the storys he has heard about how light conquers all, Was just a one sided fascist story to brain wash children to believe that the darkness was bad. And whatever merchants who were selling anything that involves people giving a helping hand to increase light at whereever they are. Is just a brilliant example.

A new life with death.

His sister that he cared for the entire time.. He soon realized that she was all make believe. Someone he developed to steer himself away from insanity. All the times his sister was being bullied around was himself pertending to be his sister. A case of schizophrenia. No matter how hard he trys, He could never evoke his sister again.
...Oh well..

Forte licked his wounds and continued on. His unnatural sense of music gave him an upper hand on life. He started to realize everything in musical format. He closed his eyes only to realize his sense of hearing increased drastically.

Let the dirty work begin.

It didn't take long for Forte to reveal his instincts for combat. He put himself almost instantaneously. Everything changed about him. The way he talked, walked, looks. Everything. Sharp tongued with a sharp blade. What a killer combination.

Slaying heartless, Knocking some evil advocates around. A very cliche term for a hero. Spreading evil, attempting to kill keybladers or any advocates of the good alignment. Cliche meaning for Heroe. Well what do you call someone who does both? Stop thinking of an insult. They way you could give a person like this an insult if this was all for personal gain. But Forte was doing this for his belief.

Balance Walkers...

Forte claimed himself to be a balance walker. Someone who maintains and restore balance of the universe so that the universe may florish to its full extent and prevent any more unnecessary wars. But Forte did have a unique ability. His weapon, He was able to read the balance of each planet. The ability is still needs to be evolved some more.

His spear, The Dir Ling Grita, Spews the mist of light and dark. And which ever side spews more, That means theres too much of whatever it is, on the planet that they are on. With simple investigation, he 'regulates' the problem. No matter how he does it.

Without Love, There is a Soul Mate.

Someone caught his eye, He has been socializing with this person. But her ideals of life in general, Basically kept her out of his radar. She was an innocent bystander in his book. But something told him to keep an eye out for her. The same voice to tell him to go to that field that very day.

He shrugged it off as there was creature and people to kill to restore balance. Now Forte wasn't a homicidal maniac, He does what was needed to be done. But he was a social psycho. What ever he said he always back up with ease.

With each month that passes by, The voice about Boo got louder and louder. And each time he caught a glimpse of her, He heard a song similar to his. It was almost a game the voice was playing.

Mobbin' hood, Stealing from the Insane, to give to the sane.

It finally happened, The voice spoke the truth. He saw Boo at a random location once again. But only this time to see that she was severely suffering from a mental break down. With the grace of the music note being carried in a light breeze. He grabbed Boo and held her tight and close. Not in a sweet way, But the kind of way that immobilizes her, damn near suffocating her.

What happened next was his intention. It was someone or something else that teleported them. Forte blacked out after that very second.

2 is more than 1.

He woke up to a room. A pretty basic room with nothing but a chair and a test tube. Everything was made of something that resembled like crystals. But when Forte opened his eyes. Seeing Boo in the test tube. He wasn't bothered at all to see her in it. In-fact When the test tube opened. All the details on what happened flooded his head once again.

Boo was given the blessing of the Balance Walker. As Boo was also suffering from a mental problem. That is the promissory note of the Mother of the Balance Walkers that she gives to her children. But one thing that got him furious.

Deterioration...

Years has passed while he was in his slumber. And after the years, All of his abilities was removed and only two remained. Everything he worked for. Abilities and strength was.. Gone. He to start all over. And this time, Not by himself.

Boo also had to regain her abilities as well. But the question being, if she knew where to start. Thats where Forte steps in. Although everything was gone, His Arsenal of Flutes and Spears. Only one remained, His Dirling Grita. And only one friend remained. Boo.

After Several months later. The mother spoked to both of them. Wishing them luck. And out of the hidden location where they spent many years of their life at.

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~Class~

Before you embark on your journey a vision comes upon you. You see three weapons in front of you.

~ A sword of terrible destruction - The power of the warrior: Invincible courage.

~ A shield to repel all - The power of the guardian: Kindness to aid friends.

~ A staff of wonder and ruin - The power of the mystic: Inner strength.

You know that one of them must be chosen. What power will you seek?

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[~ A shield to repel all - The power of the guardian: Kindness to aid friends.]

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~Other~

[I understand the whole concept of the "Balance Walker" is skepticle and I'm not going after to kill everyone I see. This is not intended to change your entire rp storyline at all. I also added that Forte and Boo suffered from a mental illness just for the fact if you really do want this kinda characters. but I can assure you that my friend Boo and I will hinder/ruin nothing at all. Sorry but had to stress that side not.

And come to think of it. Forte and Boo seem like the "Good Guys" don't they? lol.]