TheSilentProtagonist
Star
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2014
Harik has had enough. The fire haired young man has been training in the art of using a keyblade since he was old enough to walk. Now in his twenties, he’d grown into a strong, quick-witted warrior. The years of training helped to develop his 6’1” body into a lean athletic build, his naturally bronzed skin appreciating the extra color the sun’s kiss gave him. His hazel eyes always had a glint of mischief to them, some plan constantly at work in the back of his mind as he adjusted his course of action to suit the current situation. Twenty long years, he’d been training, and it should have been worth it. Today of all days, he should have earned his mark of mastery.
That didn’t happen though. Harik dressed in his best suit, a fine black jacket and pants with a crimson red shirt, and gone to the hall where the other trainees would be. There he waited practically shaking in his shoes for Master Xine to make the announcement that he’d passed the mark of mastery. When it came time though, all the keyblade master had to say was that Harik wasn’t ready yet. “You’re too impulsive. You can’t control your emotion or your drive. The risk of you welcoming darkness into your heart is too great.” The answer had shocked the keyblade wielder so much that he’d stormed out of the hall in anger, forgetting completely about the day’s lesson.
Now Harik finds himself sitting on the pier, staring out at the night sky. Reaching his hand up, the young man silently calls out for his keyblade, the Crimson Star. The hefty weapon appears in his hand, its long red blade ending with a star pointed tip. “I will see the other worlds.” Harik decides, standing up and pointing his weapon to the heavens as he makes his declaration. “I don’t care if they say I’m not a master. I’m ready! I won’t stay here anymore when there’s an entire universe to explore!”
The lights are off all around the island. Only the stars provide any illumination. Harik never bothered changing from his suit, but he doesn't need to worry about that anyways. His red and silver armor covers him from head to foot, serving as protection from the dangers that traveling between worlds brings. He's observed the masters enough to know how this should work. Holding out the keyblade, he wills it to turn into something he can ride. It resembles a motorcycle in a way, though the lack of wheels makes the term inappropriate. Getting on his Crimson Star, he gives one last look back at the only home he's ever known before lifting off and traveling to worlds unknown.
That didn’t happen though. Harik dressed in his best suit, a fine black jacket and pants with a crimson red shirt, and gone to the hall where the other trainees would be. There he waited practically shaking in his shoes for Master Xine to make the announcement that he’d passed the mark of mastery. When it came time though, all the keyblade master had to say was that Harik wasn’t ready yet. “You’re too impulsive. You can’t control your emotion or your drive. The risk of you welcoming darkness into your heart is too great.” The answer had shocked the keyblade wielder so much that he’d stormed out of the hall in anger, forgetting completely about the day’s lesson.
Now Harik finds himself sitting on the pier, staring out at the night sky. Reaching his hand up, the young man silently calls out for his keyblade, the Crimson Star. The hefty weapon appears in his hand, its long red blade ending with a star pointed tip. “I will see the other worlds.” Harik decides, standing up and pointing his weapon to the heavens as he makes his declaration. “I don’t care if they say I’m not a master. I’m ready! I won’t stay here anymore when there’s an entire universe to explore!”
The lights are off all around the island. Only the stars provide any illumination. Harik never bothered changing from his suit, but he doesn't need to worry about that anyways. His red and silver armor covers him from head to foot, serving as protection from the dangers that traveling between worlds brings. He's observed the masters enough to know how this should work. Holding out the keyblade, he wills it to turn into something he can ride. It resembles a motorcycle in a way, though the lack of wheels makes the term inappropriate. Getting on his Crimson Star, he gives one last look back at the only home he's ever known before lifting off and traveling to worlds unknown.