Hey, hey, hey, it's your friendly neighborhood Ace of Spades here, hoping to create a new story that is filled with your OC's! That's right, your OC's! I'm hoping to get enough persons to submit so I can create a new Organization XIII. I only have a few special requirements:
1. No Mary-Sues. Just no, I seriously don't wanna write a story about a bunch of "chosen ones."
2. No keyblades. I mean, you need to show some originality with your weapons. The keyblade is supposed to be a sacred weapon... or something like that...
3. If you wanna submit an OC with a certain power, but someone else already chose it, pick a different one. Again, no stories about a purely pyromaniac organization... not interesting.
4. Most any power goes, (including previous Organization powers) in moderation. If you want them to learn new abilities as they mature just pm me.
5. Finally, make them unique. I want somethin to work with. I'll let you guys decide how this should be interpreted.
Now here's the form:
Name:
Somebody:
Gender:
Power:
Weapon:
Personality: (likes, dislikes, etc.)
Appearance: (include age here)
Clothes: Normal clothes/Any special differences to how they wear the Organization cloak (Yes, I do plan on making them wear work clothes)
World: (Where they're from)
Weakness: Must have one
Example.
Name: Timex
Somebody: Emit (pronounced Emmett)
Gender: Male
Power: Time
Weapon: Gold Pocket Watch on a chain with XIII numbers. Wrapped around his wrist.
Personality: Womanizer, sexist, sees females only as objects, believes there is nothing wrong with polygamy, vain. Likes: Girls, partying, Flirting. Dislikes: Big muscular guys and being treated like a child.
Appearance: Black crew-cut with white tips. Pale. Purple Eyes. Fit, but not muscular, tall. Lanky arms and legs.
Clothes: White tuxedo jacket with black lining. White dress shirt with skinny black tie. Black dress pants. High-top black converse. Wears a pair of reflective Aviators to hide his eyes because he thinks girls think they're weird/Wears organization cloak normal, just always keeps the hood down.
World: Port Royale
Weakness: Lustful, doesn't really think things through, and lightning.
... There, that's it! Yeah, pretty descriptive, huh? Well, the more you go into description, the more I can do with the story...
He's also gonna be in the story, but I promise I won't make him the main character. I hate when authors do that...
Well, that's it, send in your submissions! I'll see what I can do with what I get.
Prologue
"Ugh, my aching head." A black haired teen beginning lolling his head about as he slowly came to in a dim alleyway.
"Finally! Hey are you ok?"
"AAHH!" The sudden voice caused the boy to jump, "Who are you? Where am I?"
"Haha, take it easy, Mr. Purple Eyes." After his eyes slowly regained focus, he was despaired to learn who this mysterious stranger is: a young girl, "Why are you so dressed up?" The young girl's voice echoed throughout the elder male's ears.
"Answer my question, and I'll answer yours," The boy calmly leaned against the cold wall.
"Ugh, fine, my name's Faith, and frankly, I have no clue where we are," Her head dropped in disappointment of not answering the teen's question, only to have a comforting hand land on top of her head.
"Don't sweat it, and my name's Emit, thanks for asking," Rolling his eyes, the boy casually reached into his pocket, pulling out a pair of aviators as he slowly stood up, "Well, Faith was it? We should probably find out where we are."
"Mhm," And the two slowly stood up as they ventured out into the golden-colored walls of this new world. Step by step, the two quietly walked in silence as they looked for a soul to inform them where they were. Finally, after an hour of awkward silence, the small girl spoke up, "I like you hair."
"Thanks."
"Your eyes are pretty."
"Cool."
"You're really tall."
"I'm 6 ft. 2 in."
"Oh, how old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Lucky, I'm only eleven."
"Eh."
The young girl began to nervously play with her wristbands, unaware of her jeans dragging against the ground, causing an already annoyed Emit to become even closer to eruption. "So, you never told me why you were so dressed up."
"Oh, well, that's another story for another day," Emit continued walking, completely oblivious to the figure stopping next to him.
"No it's not! Tell me now! Or else I'm not moving!" The red-head stopped in her tracks, crossing her delicate arms, signaling Emit she was not going to abide.
"Hah, fine," The boy casually waved his arm, signaling his lack of interest as he continued walking. Before he was able to round the next corner, though, he felt a slight tug at his arm, "Knew you'd cave in."
"Shut up! I just don't like being alone!" The girl tugged on his arm harder, causing him to fall over, "Now, answer my question! And actually give me an answer this time!"
"Ugh, fiiinnne," He slurred the words out of his mouth due to his being annoyed, "It's called class, and its something you should get!" His arm was briskly pulled away from the girl's grasp, causing her to look hurt, "Wait, Faith, I didn't me—" But before he could finish, she disappeared around a corner, running from the painful words. "Dang it!" His pace quickened towards where she ran off, feeling an odd connection to her, "Faith! Come back! I didn't mean it!" His head rapidly swiveled, checking every alleyway for her familiar red hair and freckled face.
Suddenly, his eyes caught glimpse of a familiar shadow, disappearing down an upcoming alley on his right. "Faith! Faith! Wait up!" His slight run quickened into a sprint as he chased the careening shadow through various nooks and crannies. Left, right, left, the shadow never seemed to lose stamina or slow down in the slightest, until it slid down a set of stairs and stopped in a small sandlot within the city. "Faith," The boy heaved over, out of breath, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was just in a bad mood," He slowly stood up, before gasping at what he saw.
Behind the shadow appeared another boy, this one with short black hair and a dark blue hoodie on. In his right hand rested a violin, in his left a bow. Next to him stood the freckled girl he was chasing after, her light-pink tank top flowing in the slight breeze that traveled throughout the empty lot. "How dare you! No one ever will ever hurt my Faith, again!"
The fancily dressed boy stared at the duo in confusion, "Are you like her brother or something?" He leaned back, placing a hand on his chin in question, "because then I'd be fine to let her go with you."
"Brother! Ha! What naivety!" The new teen smiled at the youngling next to him before moving his gaze to Emit, "Me and the beautiful Faith are lovers! Destined to be together by the gods themselves!"
Suddenly, the purple-eyed teens jaw dropped, before he casually leaned back and put away his sunglasses, sizing up his opponent. Hmm, I could probably take him; he looks pretty skinny and pale. "Well, then Mr. Pedo-Bear, I'm afraid I can't let you do that!" Cracking his fists, Emit began to close the distance between the two, ready to duel, but obviously unready for what was to come.
The bow was calmly placed onto the strings of the violin, as the pale boy readied his violin, "By the way, the name's Rexik!" The strings vibrated loudly as the boy played his magic. Emit continued to walk near the music's origin, readying to fight, but as soon as he was within distance of the first punch, he felt a sharp pain in his side.
Looking down, he couldn't believe what he saw: Rexik's shadow seemed to be emerging out of the ground and throwing a fist at him, causing him to double down in pain. "Want to give up? You'll never stop our love! Faith and I were meant to be!" Frantically looking for an escape, Emit witnessed a nightmare unfolding before him. Every simple shadow, be it from a chain link fence, or from Faith or even from himself began to materialize out of the ground and seemingly stand up in perfect view and close the distance.
The shadows stood at their maximum height, due to the sun's constant position near the horizon, giving them the greatest of power. "Faith! I'm sorry! Call you crazy-ass boyfriend off!" The girl just stood there, watching from a shaded corner, watching him with empty eyes.
Each strike from the shadows caused Emit to fall back more and more, losing his balance due to the intense fury originating from the blows. Blow after blow, the shadows grew in strength as they continued their attacks toward the sun. The music played louder and louder, ringing throughout the struggling teen's ears. Rexik just continued to march closer and closer to Emit, though, maximizing the strength within his minions, until suddenly the crisp-dressed boy felt something hard behind him. Cornered, trapped, doomed within a wall, nearest to the sun, of the sandlot, Rexik trudged, right foot, left foot, right foot, on, playing his vile violin. Emit knew what was coming next, he braced for impact as the slate-eyed boy became within inches of him.
But no punch came, no pain, no force, just music. Rexik played harder, faster, confused of what was happening. "Well, well, well. No shadows, now? Looks like the playing field has just been leveled." Reaching out, he grabbed the insane boy and threw him against the wall, ready to give him the same treatment. Fist raised high in the air, maximizing the potential energy he has built up; he prepped to destroy this kid.
"EMIT! WAIT!" The sudden shriek filled the air, stopping all motor functions within the area, "DON'T DO IT! PLEASE!" The purple eyes darted from the boy cowering in the corner to the young girl running towards him.
"What! You can't tell me you have feelings for this psycho?" His state of anger began to diminish as he began interrogating the young girl.
Her head dropped down and she nervously began shuffling her feet, "Well, you see, um, it wasn't his fault he was acting, erm, like that," her head began to nervously rise as she braced for the worst from the teen.
"It's not! He just tried to freaking kill me! I think he was well aware of his actions!"
"Wait, who are you?" The slate eyes of Rexik looked around in confusion.
"Shut up, pedophile!"
"Emit! Please don't! I made him do that! I made him attack you! I'm—I'm—I'm sorry," The young girl fell to her knees, now sobbing uncontrollably as the two teens looked at each other in confusion.
Emit started, "So you, and her?"
"What? No! Never! She's like eleven!"
"And you don't remember what just happened?"
"Mate, I haven't seen you in my entire life."
"And she made you?"
"I don't know, I guess." The two boys looked over to the crying girl, who shamefully nodded. They then locked eyes, again.
"Well, then, I'm Emit."
"Well, you wanna get off of me? Or do you just wanna sit here all day?"
"Wha—? Oh, sorry Rexik," The elder boy soon dismounted the one below him as he backed away, nervously brushing the "dust" off of his back.
"Who's Rexik? My name's Erik," Now the new boy held a confused look on his face as he stared at the eldest one in the Sandlot.
"That's not what you told me during our brawl," Yet again, the two boys looked over at the young girl on her knees, tears rolling down her face.
"I—I thought it sounded—better than *hiccup* Erik." The inconvenient convulsions that accompany crying made it difficult for the two to understand what Faith was saying, but they understood, just fine. "Rexik just—sounds so cool *hiccup*."
"Faith, you really shouldn't go around doing stuff like that, you could've killed me, and all these beautiful women in the world would have to suffer," Emit quietly kneeled next to her, and placing a hand on her shoulder, almost brotherly.
"I'm—I'm sorry, but—you… really shouldn't have—have yelled at me," She looked up towards the eldest one with a tear-stricken face.
"Wait, wait, wait, are you telling me her name is Faith? She told me it was Thiaxf." Erik's confusion never seemed to end as he stared at the two, unknowingly ruining the moment.
"Thiaxf? Rexik? Faith, what's with all the X's?"
"I just thought the letter X was really underused, and it just sounds so cool, too," Her crying now stopped and she shifted her gaze back and forth between each of the boys in front of her, "Like Rexik sounds cooler than Erik," And then she focused on Emit, "And for you, I thought of Timex."
"Hmm, Timex. Timex.Timex!" The conceited boy constantly rolled the name off of his tongue in different patterns, testing it out. Suddenly, he stood up and began walking towards a flight of stairs leading away from the Sandlot.
"Wait, Emit, where are you going?" The frail girl jumped to her feet.
"Yeah, Emit? Where are you going?" The black haired boy stopped fixing up his hoodie and his unusual belt and stared at the now retreating form of the elder, causing him to stop mid-step and readjust his aviators.
"That's Timex to you both, and we're gonna go find some more people like us."
Well, there's the prologue to this whole thing; again, don't worry, I only wanted Timex in to introduce the first couple characters. He's not gonna be their superior (He obviously doesn't have the skill set). I also wanted to place Destiny's character & Arthur's character because they were the first two to actually review. Congrats, and for that, I'm actually gonna change my profile picture… I didn't think it was possible, but a picture of a fat squirrel does eventually lose its funny. So, Imma make a poll of what my next picture should be on my profile, just click on the name. Read, Review, Rate… OH! AND OC SPOTS ARE STILL OPEN! SO SUBMIT! Next chapter, Imma have some more OC's appear, so that's good… And I think that's it…
Peace.