Kingdom Heartless
A Fantasy Style RPG(roughly based on Kingdom Hearts)
Created By Crystal Tears and Hyperness Is a Good Thing

To Steal the Heart of the Living,
To turn the living callous
When their dream came to a crashing end,
We began to appear again.
To steal the heart of the Chosen,
To create the ultimate Heartless.

[font=verdana][size=11pt]When the rift opens up to reveal the light of the Holy Spirit in the world, the chaotic hell will in turn be unleashed. Monsters only related to the underworld described in the darkest of books will be unseen, but felt. The touch of Death’s hand will grip the soul tight and rip it from the body. They too will become the fallen dreamt of only in nightmares, the creatures with the touch of pain will make them feel nothing but the sorrows of ages to come. Light will fail, and evil will prevail. All this foreseen within the Book of Promise.

However, the Book of Faith, made to balance out the Book of Promise, states that with the unity of all keys in the locks of the Gates of the Kingdom of the Heartless, the Book of Promise will be burned, and hell will be sent back behind the gate and forever sealed. Time itself will make sure that the race of innocents will thrive once again, and left alone to destroy themselves, as they will.

But without unity before the Gates of the Kingdom of Heartless.. The ones lacking souls will continue to steal, their own goal impossible but without a mind they cannot see their faulty plan. When all the souls run out they must face judgement. The Chosen will fight with all their strength, but they too, if they do not reach the gate fast enough, will become soulless. Then, and only then, will the Book of Promise finish its words, and give the sorrowers their souls and end their unceasing torment.

So goes the Legend of the Heartless...


The time is now, and we live in a depraved world, where humanity is slowly sinking down into its darkest hours. Unbeknownst to the adults, an eternity ago, probably at the dawn of time, a dark kingdom landed on our fair land, releasing hordes upon hordes of dark shadows all over the world.

However, all those aeons ago, they were noticed and stopped by a group of courageous humans, keyblade wielders, who devised a way to shut the dark castle out, to keep it from spreading more of its misery. They performed a great binding that they hoped would forever sunder the world of darkness from ours, and the Castle of the Heartless was sealed away, inaccessible to all except in their nightmares. Unfortunately, the damage had been done, and dark shades have roamed the world since then.

Throughout the ages, these creatures have been in our darkest nightmares and the deepest recesses of our imagination. Children see them, but as they grow and mature, they lose some vital element that enables them to see these spooks, and for some reason, forgot of having ever been able to see them.

These shadows brought with them a touch of death, a touch that would rip out the souls of men and women, causing them to become one of their own. They would no longer feel love, terror, joy or sorrow, and they wandered, conscienceless, doing evil deeds in a vain attempt to fill the emptiness within them.

People soon learnt how recognise these dull and empty shells, and feared them. They became the forsaken ones, Children of the Heartless, and they wandered the earth, alone and lost, but driven to evil by the hollowness that they always felt. Luckily, a cure was found soon enough for the empty shells. A young girl who knew not the meaning of fear met one, and she, out of the goodness of her heart, treated a Child of the Heartless kindly, and that person was miraculously restored to sanity and humanity. This news was soon spread as far as it could go, and where the heartless’ cold touch had been, there were people, desperately attempting to cure the ones they loved, wrestling the souls of the Children back from the dark clutches of the heartless. Some of the Children resisted and could not be called back, and when their bodies died, they too became dark spirits that haunted the world with their soulless touch.

Hence, an uneasy balance was achieved in this long, drawn out battle that has lasted for an eternity. Thus it has been, and thus it would have been until the end of time, had it not been for the opening of the rift by some of the original heartless, grown great and cunning from their long stays on earth.

The Heartless Castle, now free to release innumerable spirits upon our world began its deadly work. In our modern age, the old legends of the Heartless have been forgotten, lost in the mists of time. We ask why our society is sinking to new lows, why people kill and seem to lack all their humanity, and we allude it to negative influences of the media and violent games and we blame it on crumbling family values. We have forgotten the true reason – the Heartless.

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[font=franklin gothic medium][b]Silver

“They’re coming…”

The voice was silent to anyone trying to spy on the purple and blued haired teen, staring down at the sidewalk below, many people were walking, minding their own business, blaming the occurrence of ‘heartless’ children on the media. There was a reason, a horrible, blatantly obvious reason, but they had all forgotten, not one knew the reason of why the violence was occurring, and neither did they care…

“Shall we attack?”

The teen held out his hand, stopping the 3 yellow eyed shadow creatures beside him, they looked at him curiously, wondering what they were waiting for. His eyes were glazed over when the feeling of being eroded away, but he could still see them…

“Are you sure… They are chosen?” His voice was hollow; no emotion ran through it. “They don’t seem like chosen material.”

“They are… Great ones said they were.”

Silence, ripping the black key from the chain around his neck, he concentrated, focusing until the key morphed, growing larger until it was a menacing weapon that was ready to strike. At the same moment, the heartless teenager, and the three shadows jumped, as they were forced into droplets, the teen was going head first, air rippling around him as he held out his Keyblade, which causes a looming black smoke to encircle the figure, before he landed.

A massive shockwave erupted, the sidewalk crumbled and everyone was sent spiraling, cars were crushed, and twisted, while streetlights and poles bent. But he was fine, his eyes flickering with silver as they focused on the two in front of him. Both had toppled over, but the boy was quickly rising to his feet.

“Who are you?” He snarled. What the teenager presumed was his girlfriend stood up.

“Silver.”

Silver, cold, and emotionless, he was on a mission, and he wasn’t about to fail. The three creatures soon rippled forth from the ground, and attacked, causing the man to stumble back into a dark alleyway. Watching for a few seconds, Silver turned back to the girl.

“Oh… Oh god…” She trembled, backing away from Silver as he neared. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Your begging really does nothing for you.” He hissed in returned, but was soon struck in the back. Silver almost toppled, but quickly swerved around, shoving the girl into the brick wall. It was that stupid boy again; Silver remained emotionless, striking the blade of the weapon into the ground. Five more shadows came, and hastily attacked, driving the boy back again.

He turned, but the girl was halfway down the street, quickly he pursued, until he had fallowed her all the way into a shop. He gazed threw the glass panel that separated him from the inside, it was dark; she had obviously turned off all the lights. Silver was just beginning to feel annoyance, striking the glass with his Keyblade, the panel shattered.

Whispers of ‘Oh god help me’ were faint, his ears could barely pick them up, but slowly he neared, the whispers becoming louder and louder, until there was silence. He was very close, but he hadn’t the time to search, instead, he turned, with a devilish elegance he stepped out of the back room, but didn’t exactly leave.

“If you will not perish to my blade…” Silver quickly flicked open a lighter, the small flame captured his attention for one minute. “Then you will burn.” He carefully, lit a couple of fabrics, the flames quickly grew large, and as he kicked over one of the flaming stands, they only grew larger. “Good bye.”

Closing the door, and locking it. He felt fists wham up against the doors frame. She had come out of hiding, but now it was too late. He looked at the ground for a moment, before pulling another stand in front of the door.

“You death is meaningful.” Silver whispered to the trapped girl. “Even if you don’t understand why.”

Stepping away from the burning coffin, Silver began to walk. Wondering where were the police when he was unleashing chaos? Knowing his masters, they were probably busy holding them back, as he did his job.

“YOU!”

The voice sound like they owner had been driven mad. Silver looked up, seeing the same black haired man with blue eyes looking extremely distraught.

“Me.” Silver answered, easily side stepping the distraught man’s attempts to hit him with a shovel.

“What have you done with Dawn?”

“Was that her name?” Silver questioned, bringing his Keyblade up to block the shovel. “She’s dead.”

There was a silence, he seemed like he was taking it in. He shook his head, pressing harder on the halted shovel. “It’s not true!”

“And what is your name? So I can remember it.” Silver questioned, pushing the shovel boy easily off. “I’ll be sure to visit both your graves to pay my respects.”

“It’s Gavin!” The boy shouted. “And like hell are you going to be visiting OUR graves!” He attacked, swinging the shovel as fast as he could, but Silver easily stopped it.

“It aches doesn’t it?” Silver questioned. “You heart I mean. I wonder if I really want one.” And with that, Silver flicked his blade, cutting the shovel in two halves. Gavin dropped them, realizing that would be cutting it two close.

“You… She’s not dead!”

“Maybe not right now.” Silver said, slapping Gavin with the blade and knocking him to the side, so he was on his knees. “But you are.”

“Silver!”

A new Keyblade crossed Silver’s his face was from emotionless to anger, he leaped back as a new stood in front of him. It was her, the girl with the long black hair that had silver tips. She was pretty, no doubt about it, was that what made Silver hesitate.

“Leave them alone Silver!”

Silver didn’t reply, only poised to strike.

“Silver! Where is the girl?”

She was demanding; Silver felt like he knew her, as the other boy rose to his feet.

“Where!” Gavin demanded.

“Shut up!” The girl hissed. “If you talk he won’t listen.” She lowered her Keyblade, and Gavin was looking at her like she was insane. “Where?”

“Shop.” Silver answered, regrettably. The boy turned tail, sprinting down the street, Silver was tempted to fallow, but he was focusing on the girl. “Go away.”

“Silver.”

“You don’t know me.” Silver hissed, bringing the blade of his weapon to her neck. “So stop interfering.” He leapt, easily bounding up to the second story windowsill, watching silently from above.

Why do you have such a hold on me?

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Right, I need to explain something about getting your keyblades. You get them in DIRE needs, thats when they first appear, from there you character can learn to wield it.
Another thing, NO ONE already has their keyblades cept me, and Hyper. Actually no one other then us even knows they exist. So yeah, thats clarified. Have fun!