Post by Medyas on Aug 6, 2020 0:09:32 GMT -5
Medyas has resided within the Realm of Darkness for a long time, and although he remains uncorrupted, his light has become embittered. It’s difficult for him to sympathize with other’s emotions, especially when he considers their problems to be mundane; however, he cares deeply for his friends and will stop at nothing to protect them. At nothing. -Which means he is prone to actions which may seem extreme to others. And so, although his mind may be shrouded with dark and aggressive thoughts, he recognizes that they are just that, thoughts. The world doesn't deserve his wrath. If anything, he will channel that wrath and he will own the darkness within him as an agent of light, he’s a bright, firm light, with a deep anger capable of destroying everything in his path on principle alone.History:
His story began a long time ago, in The Age of Fairy Tales, a period where guardians of light were unionized to fight back the darkness and preserve the light. Medyas, like many keybearers of his time, had joined Unicornis with a deep sense of responsibility and an overwhelmingly positive outlook for the future. He joined a small party of five, whom went on to become his closest friends. Together, they traveled to different worlds as righteous beacons of light, snuffing out the darkness from every corner. Unfettered by ambition, Medyas considered himself a foot-soldier at most. If he could help people and bask in the light during off-days, nothing else really mattered. And while he was egregiously unaware of all the clandestine events that led to their inevitable conclusion, most were, he could taste an ominous shift in the air.Physical Description:
It all started with a rumor. It spread across Daybreak Town, like shadows drifting in the wind with murmurs of a traitor. Then, sightings of an off-colored Chirithy were reported by several independent sources. Day by day, it seemed the conflicts became more frequent. After arriving from one of his missions, Medyas would listen to stories and stories of stories regarding the disappearance of a keybearer, fights between keybearers, fights between keybearers and foretellers, fights between foretellers, and the dubious recruitment of keybearers by Foreteller Ava.
True or false, the stories began to ferment unrest within the hearts of fellow keybearers. It seemed that helping those in need and fending off the darkness became secondary tasks dwarfed by the desire to collect lux. Despite this, even with whispers of war, Medyas truly believed that it would all fall through. He trusted that, when push comes to shove, they would all unite under the light. Unfortunately, the keybearer was in for a rude awakening, as he finally grasped the severity of their situation when he witnessed -first hand, a fellow keybearer consumed by darkness. He watched a friend, obsessed with power and lux, become a darkling, the very creatures he so virtuously sought to smite.
Just as he begrudgingly confronted the darkling, shockwaves washed over them, carrying with it the resonating bells of war. Tormented with an impossible decision, Medyas’s hand was forced. He watched as the heart of a friend faded into the dark skies above -along with the hearts of others, as he soon found himself with keyblade brandished and predisposed for the guardian of light before him. It seemed as though he stood at the eye of a storm, with keybearers everywhere around him charging at each other amidst a slew of retreating hearts.
Medyas implored his fellow keybearers that he did not wish to fight, that he did not wish to take another heart, but his plead fell on deaf ears. Between intercepted keyblades locked in combat, he could attest to the multitude of emotions which drove the masses to war; the rattling of a blade by a hand possessed by fear, anger and anguish both reverberating through the cries of war, and the somber gaze of a keybearer dutifully carrying out their task with surrendered agency. Inevitably, his hand would be forced again, and another light would fade from the world. Medyas would hold that light in his arms until the last of her essence ascended to join the rest.
In that very instant, he would be charged by yet another keybearer -one with ties to the light past faded, burdened by deep turmoil which could only be quelled with his heart as remittance. The keybearer’s emotions resonated with his bangle, from which his immutable power arose, and forced Medyas into submission. Medyas tried to warn his fellow keybearer to stop relying on the bangle’s power. Harnessing the Guilt of so many heartless was seductive, it felt right, but it would irretrievably change him beyond recognition. Unfortunately, his warnings fell on deaf ears and the keybearer, indeed, succumbed to the darkness which possessed his heart.
The darkling that emerged seemed to be significantly more powerful than other heartless Medyas had faced. Instead of calling out for lux, it called out the name of the keybearer he had slain. Yet again, he would have to swallow the pain in his heart to liberate the heart of his fellow guardian of light from the darkness that consumed him, but he was already worn down by each successive fight -emotionally and physically, and the darkling’s power proved unfathomable. The darkling deflected one of Medyas’s attacks, disarming him. Medyas would fall on his back as his keyblade was imbedded into the ground out of reach, and while he could have summoned it, Medyas felt in that moment that perhaps it was for the best.
Medyas closed his eyes, prepared to give in, when surviving friends from his team intercepted the lunge and stopped the darkling in its tracks. The darkling was pierced from all sides by several keyblades, but unlike other heartless, it did not immediately dissipate. The darkling fell on its knees as the keyblades were retracted from its body. As it fell on the barren, war-stricken soil, a pool of darkness swirled underneath. As the darkling’s body sunk into pure darkness, it continued to call out for his friend. Its eyes fixed on Medyas, whose bright yellow masked the humanity concealed within. Medyas found himself thinking, ’if only the bangle could free me of this guilt’, but there was only one way to make things right, and so he ran past his friends and dove headfirst into the darkness.
In seconds, as though the world around him had been snuffed out of existence, he found himself descending into a void with no end. By the time he reached the hand of the fallen darkling, its body dissolved through his fingers and dispersed. The last light Medyas would see, was the heart of a guardian escaping to the surface while he fell in a lonely abyss for all eternity.
Original Art by KayKitsune.Quotes:
"If only the bangle could free me of this guilt..."
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A young boy holds his mouth tightly with both hands, frantically kicking to keep the air from escaping his lungs while submerged in water. However, despite his greatest efforts, the feeling of asphyxiation proved too great a challenge for the child; all the air he had left burst from his mouth and rose to the surface. Medyas rises from the bottom, mouth wide open and desperately gasping for air. HUUUuuugggGHHhhhh
The little girl standing next to him claps with excitement. “Yaay! Kewiel wins again!” she exclaimed. Being only four years old, she was still learning how to pronounce her L’s. Medyas couldn’t be bothered to pout about his loss -again- he was too busy sucking in all the oxygen from Earth’s atmosphere. The boy lay flat on the shallow water with eyes rolled over, chest out towards the sky and tongue hanging from the side of his mouth like a dog. Medyas floated limp with an occasional twitch of the leg to punctuate his utter defeat.
The other little boy, still crouched underneath the water, giggled at his brother’s hilarious dramatics. He slowly joined them to the surface, poking half his face out with inflated cheeks. Just as he came up, Medyas’s torso rose from the water to meet the boy eye to eye. Like a lever, the sun-kissed boy rotated 120° about his pelvis. “HOW DO YOU DO THAT???” he exclaimed. They had been competing for as long as Keliel was born… He thinks. It didn’t matter how many records Medyas broke, Keliel won every time. Every. Time. If they only knew, Medyas was the only prodigy in this competition -given his physical limitations. Their competitiveness had inadvertently endowed Medyas with a lung capacity far beyond a human his age.
Keliel lulled triumphantly. He barely managed to resist laughter before he ambushed his big brother with a mouth full of water. The fluid burst out with such pressure that Medyas was knocked off his feet just as a wave passed. Panti, their younger sister, clapped and laughed the entire time whilst carried away by the wave. Medyas lay motionless, in defeat, on the water’s surface. A weaker sprinkle of water ejecting from his mouth, barely rising three inches.
“Keliel! Medyas! Panti! Food’s ready!”
Keliel rose sharply from the water, Medyas’s ears twitched, and Panti was already halfway there! It had been their mother’s call for delicious yumyums! The brothers glanced at each other, eyes locked for a full second before they started racing towards the blanket their mother had placed over the sandy shore -but not before grappling each other and pushing themselves over the other. “No!” Medyas cried as his brother shoved him underwater and rushed ahead. The boy desperately grabbed onto Keliel’s tail with both hands, planted the heels of his feet into the sand, and then flicked his brother back into the ocean, like that red plumber from that show they always watch.
Keliel tried to resist, but his buoyancy in the water was too great. “Cheeeaaateerrrrrrr ~~ !” Splash!
Naturally, coupled with an inhuman lung capacity, Medyas was also stronger than the average ten-year old. Given they had absolutely no combat experience, tossing another being like a ragdoll was no easy feat by any standards. Okay. They had some, experience -Actually, a lot of experience; like that one time they had to defend their castle from the evil warlock Pantivania. Albeit, they lost when the wave… when the lava she cast swept past the line they drew which was supposed to prevent it from happening in the first place although it was supposed to be Medyas’s job but he left it up to Panti and she wasn’t even paying attention and murmur murmur murmur you still reading this?
“Boys! No roughhousing!” their mother said, although it was more her dutifully playing the role of a concerned parent than anything else. In the beginning, they were worried about Medyas getting hurt given Keliel’s unusual circumstances, but they learned to accept it and viewed it as a boon to the boy’s development.
Finally, the whole family gathered around for their picnic at the beach. “Where are my little monsters!?”
“Rawr!” Panti was the first to pounce at their father, lunging at his leg, she began a combination of ferocious biting at the knee accentuated with excessive salivation. Their father laughed as their little freak did her best to devour his leg like the little monster that she was. Next in line was Medyas, whom had defeated his little brother in combat by the skin of his teeth and charged at his father -this time causing the man to fall on his bum in the sand. Of course, nobody could forget Keliel, whom had emerged from the ocean with a vengeance and dealt the killing blow. “Rawr!” He yelled with his two little canine teeth poking out like a vampire. The father was finally defeated with the last little monster charging him to the ground, gently, biting onto his shoulder.
Keliel was careful, as they had learned very early on that his teeth were rather sharp for a child. He had learned how to properly bite his father without any painful injuries, though it still made him cringe ever so slightly -he would never show his pain to his kids. The four of them laughed vigorously on the sand, their father completely immobilized. Meanwhile, their mother sat on the picnic blanket shaking her head. “What am I going to do with these kids…”
The rest of the day had been full of delicious home-cooked meals and laughter as Keliel glanced out into the vast immaculate ocean; water so pristine and clear they could see the floor with sand as white as Keliel himself and a sky as blue as the bulb on his head.
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