Kingdom Hearts Reborn Profiles

[Erin]

Name: Kuja
Age: I honestly do not recall, but as far as maturity goes, I am at least more sophisticated than you would ever expect.
Gender: Male…but I suppose if you were daft enough, you could easily be mistaken that I am a woman.

Resident of: That, I do not believe, is any of your business. Well, fine. If you won’t stop pestering me unless I tell you, I come from a world composed of two planets, Terra and Gaia.

Occupation: As of now, I am one of the members of the Order of Chaos.

Personality: Well, I suppose you could say that I am bold, at the very least. I’m rather proud of my figure, and I am not afraid to show it. In fact, I’m so fond of it that I hate even to consider concealing my beauty, but I shouldn’t stop there. I am quite proud of almost everything about me. I am powerful, wealthy, and I don’t care a bit of what others might think of me. I’m far too superior to mingle with riffraff and people, no, insects I consider to be below me, but if I absolutely must, I will bear it, but only to an extent. Almost everything for me is a game, naught but a drama or a charade. If I am bored, I simply desert it. Also, having the sophisticated taste that I do, I am well versed in the arts and culture of my world.

Biography: My life story? You’re certainly nosy, aren’t you? Very well. I originally was born as a heartless, naught but a soulless, empty shell, a vermin in our world known as a “genome”. I was created by a man called Garland. However, the old man also gave me a soul, a heart, something that none of the other genomes had. However, it was only a matter of time before I discovered that I was nothing but a miserable pawn in his scheme. The old man wanted to destroy the world of Gaia so that he could save our, no, his miserable little planet, and he created me to be his little angel of death. Of course, it wasn’t as if he trusted me, a pawn, a prototype even, to be able to carry out his task, so he created another genome with its own soul, my little brother Zidane. And, just to rub some salt into the wound, he told me that his new pet would exceed me not only in power, but in purpose. This new prodigal son, apparently, would serve my purpose, my birthright, better than I ever could have.
It wasn’t fair. Why would it be? Me, of all people, cast aside like some worthless, broken doll?! No. I wouldn’t allow it, and I still won’t. I had to prove to Garland that I would be more powerful than his new shining star ever could have been. So first, I had to eliminate the competition. I didn’t go so far as kill Zidane. No, that wouldn’t be as fun as watching Garland see his new toy suffer and fail miserably. Rather, I dumped him on Gaia, with all of his memories erased. From there, for years, slowly and subtly, I have been planting the seeds of war and discord on Gaia, waiting ever so patiently to reap whatever might sprout. But then, of course, Garland managed to catch up with me, telling me that he had anticipated that, with my power, I would pull something like this, and that he also made me with a limited life span, and told me recently that I would die soon.
Now then, why should a world exist without me? If I died, I vowed that I would take everything I knew that existed with me, both Gaia and Terra. But throughout my travels, I came across something that not even I had seen before in my world…the heartless.
It appears that I somehow have become able to manipulate the darkness, and with it, the heartless. Shortly after, I came across a man called Chaos, who told me of what wonder may lay behind the knowledge of a place called Kingdom Hearts. He told me that with whatever we may find, I may not only be able to live forever, but rule potentially every world in existence.
And so, I have joined their ranks. Now, it is only a matter of find the keys that open the door to darkness, and commencing the opening act of my, or should I say for now, our reign over the worlds. With something so promising, Garland is no longer one of my priorities. Once I, er, we obtain Kingdom Hearts, Garland, Zidane, and both all of Gaia and Terra, all of the worlds, will be in my clutches.

Weapon of choice: Funny you should ask that, but anyone of my powers doesn’t require weapons. My magic is more than satisfactory. The heartless that I am capable of making take the form of Black Mages, heartless that generally don the attire of wizards and steeple-topped hats. Of course, I am also capable of creating heartless resembling the spawns of the mist in my world, as well as those modeled after the silver dragon. But, sadly, the Unbreached world, the world we have to investigate in the meantime, does not allow me to summon a dragon that I can mount. I can fly and teleport on my own of course, but it uses up much of my energy. And I can also summon purebred heartless, the shadows that do not bear any emblem.

Appearance: Were you not listening before? Very well, since you appear to be that dense, I suppose I will have to show you myself;



Other: Being a former genome, I also have a tail that I keep hidden beneath my garments. If you ever happen to see it and go blabbing about it to anyone, then I may have to kill you. To have been formerly the same kin as those vulgar puppets, and even more to be associated with them in the meantime, makes me ill.

[Erin]

Name : Xigbar, the Freeshooter
Age: Really, dude? A Nobody never tells his age, but I’m 35.
Gender: Male
Race: Nobody
Member Number: II

Personality: I’m all that I appear to be. Bet that sounded deep! I can’t really describe my personality with the whole emotions ordeal, but I’ll give it a shot. You already know that I don’t like questions, Kid. I’ll throw in sarcasm and banter to evade them or I’ll just throw a question right back at you. Apparently, I’m easygoing and laid-back when I’m not on any missions. I’m a huge fan of mockery; there’s nothing like pointing out what’s wrong with a person. That means I’m the man behind the comic relief. I’m pretty keen on giving you a humiliating nickname. When it comes down to missions and work, I’m all ears. Instinct becomes my priority and I rely on that alone. Towards other members of the Organization? As if. I could care less what happens to them. I’m in this for myself. It’s also totally not my fault that I have a knack for spying on other members. I just want to find out their secrets and hold it to them when the time comes.

Biography: Oh, that means it’s time for a story? Awesome, dude. How about you tell me yours and I don’t tell you mine? No? A shame. It was worth a shot.

I’ll start with what you already know. Name’s Xigbar. I’m known as the Freeshooter amongst other things. I’m the second member in this here Organization. I’m not second-in-command since I’m not power hungry like other Nobodies. The Organization being Organization XIII, dude. I was one of the originals. Not some cheap copy. The first six. My memory’s pretty damn blurry. Isn’t it for all of us Nobodies? Anyway, my Somebody was Braig. The dude has his similarities and differences, what can I say? Originally from Radiant Garden, I helped to establish this here Organization. Yeah, that means I was employed by Ansem the Wise. I was a regular apprentice. Well, I can’t say regular, huh? Did my job and hopped on the bandwagon of corruption. This old coot bribed me. Said he would give me anything I ever wanted. ‘Course all I remember would be those gold eyes… I listened. Fought with some kids with keyblades who didn’t deserve ‘em.

And that’s all I remember. Like I said, it’s all a blur. I don’t remember names or faces (other than my own name, duh). There’s always more to the story- That’s what you’re thinking, right? Well, tough luck, dude. That’s it. Organization XIII came together shortly after that. I’ve been doing missions for the main man, Superior. Scouted out this world. Think it was Ga- No, that’s not it. Earth. Yeah, it’s Earth. Anyway, the Superior’s hell-bent on Kingdom Hearts. ‘Course we’re all backing him upon on this. Being the empty shells that we are, we want our hearts back. Simple as that, am I right?

Weapon of Choice: Two arrowguns known as ‘Sharpshooter’. It also helps to manipulate space, dude.

Appearance: Appearance? Well, I can tell you that I’m the most attractive dude in the Organization! Nah. Bet that’s not what you want to hear. You wanna hear about my physical nature so you can ‘get it memorized’ as Flamesilocks would say.

I’m not as tall as some of the other dudes, but I’m pretty lanky. Maybe lithe would be a better word. I’d have to ask Snowflake- I mean, Vexen. I bear the signature, black cloak. It’s these cloaks that help us travel to other worlds and all that serious business. The sleeves of my cloak are wide, concealing the majority of my gloved hands. I also have the same pair of charcoal boots, lined with gray, just like the other members. My ears are pointed, elfish. I have a scar on the right side of my face. It starts at my jaw line and ends below my lone, gold eye. The has an eye patch. There‘s a ruddy scar there, but you wouldn’t wanna see it. (You’d think I’d be a bad shooter, because of the depth perception. Who would’ve thought?) As for my hair, I’ve got some premature gray going on. A few streaks run through my black hair. I tie it up in a gray ponytail to keep it out of the freaking way. Well, that’s it, dude.

Unless you want a picture or something.

Other: I have my own agenda, but hey! I’m just following orders.

[Erin]

Name : Hi. I’m Kyle Smith.
Age: I’m twelve.

Gender: I’m a boy….

Resident of: We live in an apartment…I guess you could say that we live in Harlem, New York City.

Occupation: A job? Not right now. I’m not old enough. Besides, I have to go to school. So I guess I’m a middle schooler.

Personality: How I act around people? Well….I guess I’m nice. I have a bunch of different friends. I get along with a few kids at school sometimes and we play sports together, but mostly I get along with the people at my church and the homeless shelter.

Biography: Well, like I said before, I grew up in Harlem. I never really knew my dad. He died before I was born….but my mom said that he was a good guy. She said that he was a police officer. My mom told me that he died in a crossfire when he was pursuing a suspect for a murder. If he was willing to defend other people, then I’m sure he was a good person. I want to be like my parents one day and help other people out, too. My mom has always helped our local Church and homeless shelter. She’s often taken me to help her out at Soup Kitchens and stuff like that. The people there are really nice, and I feel like a lot of people judge them and misunderstand them unfairly. Some people think it’s weird that I like helping out at places like that instead of playing video games at home and doing a lot of sports in my free time, but I don’t mind too much.
If anything else….we have a dog! He used to be a stray wandering the streets when he was a puppy. It’s a bit of long story, but a cool one when we found him.
We were walking back home from the Grocery store that used to be a block away from our house. When we got to our door, we heard something crying. After a while, we followed the noise to a box that had been left on the sidewalk, looking inside to find a small mountain bernese puppy. We didn’t know what to do at first. For all we knew, he could have had rabies or something. But at the same time, we couldn’t just leave him there in a box in the middle of the sidewalk. So, we decided to take him, at least for a while.
Several times that week, we tried calling the dog warden, only to find each time that either the line was busy, or that they were overloaded with dogs and couldn’t possibly take in any more. I guess that the city really was full of strays.

My mom and I decided to roll up our sleeves and take things into our own hands. We made phone calls to almost everyone, put up signs everywhere to tell people about the dog, and must have taken him almost throughout the entire city to see if anyone would claim him. Even the neighbors pitched in to help.
But days passed. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Soon, a whole year had gone by, and no one had come to claim Gabriel. As much as we’d hate to admit it, we were glad.
Oh yeah, we named the dog Gabriel. We originally weren’t because we were afraid that we’d get attached and that it would be too hard for us to let go of him if anyone came to claim him, and we didn’t want him to forget his name, either, if he had one. But after six months or so, we had gotten attached to him, and, as much as we hated to admit it, it was almost at the point where we didn’t want to give him up.
But ever since we had found him, he had been like a guardian to us. It’s kind of embarrassing for us to say, but for some reason, I’ve always been afraid of ghosts. To be honest, I still am. I don’t know if I actually ever really experienced anything like that, but sometimes at the shelter, there was this old man who would tell ghost stories to the others. A lot of them sounded true, and it really creeped me out. After a while, the dog began to tell that I was frightened, especially in my house. Sometimes when I couldn’t go to sleep, he would walk into my room and sit beside me on my bed. Even if it was just for a while, I always felt safer when he was around. Soon, my mom nicknamed him Gabriel, after the archangel but after a while he seemed to take that as his name, and started to respond to it. So, since no one claimed him, Gabriel became our dog. He’s been with us for five years.

Weapon of Choice: I don’t really use any weapons, but if I had to, I guess I would use my baseball bat. I’m on the team, so I’ve got one.


Appearance:

It’s kind of embarrassing, since I’m a boy and all, but I’m actually really scrawny compared to some of the other boys in my class. I'm barely even four feet! I wanna be stronger some day. Both of my parents were a good mix of both white and African America, so I've got the same complexion and hair that they've got. I’ve got dark brown hair and light brownish skin. And brown eyes. I usually just wear shorts and a tee-shirt.

Other: Okay, I’ll be honest, I’m still scared of ghosts. I don’t know why, but sometimes I feel like there are a lot of things that I can’t really explain that just creep me out. Sometimes, when I’m going on a walk at night with Gabe, I keep thinking that I’m seeing shadowy monsters with bright yellow eyes. But I feel so much safer when Gabe is around, and kind of just ignore it. It’s probably just my head playing tricks on me, right?

[Erin]

Name : First they called me "boy" or "dog", but after a while they called me "Gabriel". I think that Gabriel is my name.

Age: Kyle says five or six years. All I know is that I have been with him since we were both very small. He is still a bit small now.

Gender: Kyle always says “here boy” and “good boy”. I think that that means that I’m a boy.

Resident of: We live in a place called Harlem. I don’t really know what a Harlem is. I guess it’s the place full of box-shaped houses that people live in. I don’t really leave ours, though.

Occupation: I do not know what that is, but I stay at home and guard the house. I eat food there, too. And I go on walks.

Personality: I do not understand what that is, either. Kyle and Jessie, Kyle’s mom say that I am good. I guess that it means I do what I am told. I like greeting people and sniffing them, but I am not allowed to bite them. Sometimes my tail goes thump if people say happy things to me, or pet me or give me treats. I only know some human speech, and cannot replicate that speech. I just have things to say, but do not know how to put it in words.


Biography: I have lived with Kyle since we were both small, and have always watched over him. In turn, he has loved me and taken care of me, and has never been mean to me. We have had a very happy life.
But things changed. We have never left the Harlem, but strange things have happened. A little while I go, I fell asleep and had a funny dream. I was floating down in blackness, and I landed on a round picture. When I landed, three boxes came out of the ground. There was a large stick with a shiny ball on one. On another there was a very large knife, another there was a small knife, and on the last there was a shield. I heard words that told me to take one, so I took the small sharp knife in my mouth. After that, there were stairs, and more pictures on those stairs. Suddenly, my shadow came out of the ground. It had glowing eyes and tried to hurt me, but I slashed it with the knife in my mouth. There were many more, and I had to fight them. I did not like them because they were bad and they tried to hurt me.

I thought it was just a dream because I woke up, but one night Kyle was walking me, and I saw the shadows again. I made noise at them, and they went away. Kyle says that they are not real, but I think they are real because they have a smell that I do not like. What if they try to hurt me or Kyle soon?


Keyblade: Food? I would like some keyblade! Is it good?


Appearance:


I have different colored fur. Kyle and Jessie say that I am a Bernese. What is a Bernese?

Other: I do not know what else to say. I do not know human language, but I just know how to tell people things, and they translate it.