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OOC Information:
Name: Lydia
Age: 19
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IC Information:
Name: The Riku Replica
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Timeline: Right after Naminé shatters his heart.
Age: appears fifteen, is in all actuality under a month old.
Appearance: Here
Abilities:
The Replica only has a few abilities that are worth mentioning, really. He has the basic fighting ability and increased strength and agility that most of the keybearers have. It can be assumed that he has the ability to dash from place to place, to “dodge roll”, and strength enough to easily heft things that should be too heavy for a fifteen-year-old. His “real thing” has been depicted as strong enough to slice through a falling building with only one swing of his keyblade, and since the Replica was made from his data not too long before that, its safe to assume that in canon, he has that strength as well.
In addition to these basic boosts to strength and agility, the Riku Replica has some basic control over magic. Mainly this is just to the extent of hurling a Dark Firaga at people (pretty much a dark fire ball shot forward from his palm) but it can be assumed that since he had this ability, he also had the capacity to harness more magic. Well, as much as Riku, his original, ever could. And Riku is notoriously bad with magic.
But one thing that sets the Replica apart from Riku is his control over Darkness. Unlike the other teen, the Replica readily accepted the Darkness he’d been born with, engulfing himself and his fake heart in it with seemingly no danger to his own well-being. While the Darkness seemed to hurt Riku, the Replica never showed any pain when it came to wielding it. Instead, he could easily go in and out of Dark Form, even going so far as to stay in that form for the majority of the game. While in that form his strength was increased and he had a multitude of abilities at his exposal, all related to using the Darkness in some way, either in blasts, shockwaves, or just as a general strength and agility buff.
The only other thing to note, one that isn’t too important in this sort of game premise, is that the Riku Replica had control over his own portals. He could fade into Darkness and appear in a whole other place, pretty much allowing him to teleport anywhere he knew how to go. While that was limited to the different floors of the castle in-game, that ability could extend to any corner of any world. It also led to some nice sneak attacks, where the Replica seemed to appear out of absolutely nowhere in order to execute an attack.
However, in this world he won't have access to his portals, and his strength will be severely compromised. I would like to keep him able to just barely use magic (as in, barely enough to warm his hands let alone light something on fire) and, if at all possible, I would love to let him be able to switch between his normal clothes and his Dark Suit. This is normally done by solidifying his Darkness around him and transforming it into clothes, and is done with ease on his part. However, doing so in this setting will be extremely taxing, and he'll more than likely remain in whichever form he changes to for a long while before reverting. All the Dark Suit will really do is increase his strength just a bit and keep him warmer. Seeing as that is so, staying in that state will result in fatigue, forcing him to revert after a while. But if this isn't acceptable in this premise, please tell me! Its easily edited or taken out. However, I'd love to work it out in order to keep at least a part of it in, seeing as it is one of the defining differences between Riku and his Replica.
Personality:
While at first glance it seems like the Riku Replica should be a complete carbon copy of the teen he was based off of, when push comes to shove, the Replica is immensely different from his “real thing”. To further explain this, lets look at some key aspects of his personality.
First of all, lets explore the few things that the Replica has in common with Riku. Namely, the boy is proud. He has an air of confidence around him even in his darkest moments, even when his heart is weakest. He has a pride in his strength and in his promises, and once he makes one he’ll follow through with it. Even at the cost of his own life. However, as good-natured as this “pride” may sound, the Replica’s confidence and pride in his strength and in his memories kind of... makes him come across as a bit of a jerk. He has no qualms about boasting about his strength, and has the tendency to look down on people he thinks are weaker than him. Occasionally, he’ll even go so far as to inform said people that they’re lower than him. His countenance can be a bit condescending, and his tone betrays some serious issues with authority, but underneath that first layer of jackassery are some deeper emotions.
Pretty much, this Replica is scared. Although... this isn’t something that’s easily seen. After all, he’s built off of a boy made of snark and pride. But when push comes to shove, the Replica doesn’t have much going for himself. He existed for all of thirty days at most, and only had a few memories to cling to. Knowing nothing of himself, and where he came from, he clung to the few memories that’d been planted into his head and went after what few connections he thought he had with a nearly desperate fire. And once he remembered what he was? That he was merely a Replica, a copy of the person those memories were based off of? How could he not be scared? He was being used to replace someone, he was called a puppet. A fake. In the eyes of all but two of the people he’d been around, he was just something replaceable. Something that, once it run the course of its usefulness, could be destroyed. Living with that and a few scraps of things that never actually happened... with that little to go off of, its safe to say that the boy was scared. Is scared. Which is what has led to his fervent desire to be real.
Many people seem to think that the Replica is “creepy”, given his seemingly strange attachment to Naminé. However, there really is nothing creepy about his relationship with the girl if you look at what he’s working with. She is the only person he has memories of, besides the ill-formed memories given to him in order to keep him up to speed with the events of Kingdom Hearts. The one strongest memory he has is of him and Naminé when they were younger on the night of a meteor shower. Of him raising his sword to the heavens and saying that he’d protect her from everything out there. With that and a few other foggy created memories, his single-minded devotion to Naminé is really just that of a child clinging to what he knows. To someone he cares about. In essence, the Replica really is a child.
His memories aren’t very developed, and its usually assumed by various experts that personalities are built through experiences, through figuring out things and making mistakes. Without life experience outside of a few memories of when he was five, the recent days in the Castle, and a few hazy facts of the recent years, the boy hasn’t had much of an opportunity to grow and mature. As such, he is prone to outbursts of anger, a selfish view that he is the center of everything that’s going on, and a possessive streak to rival... well... a raccoon is the best metaphor that comes to mind. He sees something “shiny”, something he can call his and not his “real thing’s” and he’ll do everything he can to keep it safe and keep it his. While in a fifteen-year-old, such things can be construed as creepy, these are common in the developmental phase of a child.
Given as the Replica’s experiences don’t go much beyond a few faked relationships, fighting, and the general ability to snark, it is safe to say that when it comes to everyday life, the boy is clueless. He knows some things, sure, but when it comes to... say... how to make a bed, make a sandwich, or work a communication’s device, he has no idea how to go about doing so. But he’s stubborn and prideful, and will continue to work at such things until he figures them out for himself. .... Or until someone else comes, whacks him over the head, and shows him how to work things.
But as childish as the Replica can be, there are definitely still aspects of Riku in him. After all, he was based off of the boy. These main aspects are his stubborn streak, his pride, and a fierce, unfettered loyalty to the people he’s close to.
The Replica snarks. He considers himself the best and only one to protect people, and he won’t hesitate to inform others of such things. He will always, always, always refuse help due to his pride, and will stubbornly run headfirst into a wall until someone either guides him around it or until he smashes through. He has the need to be an individual, to do things on his own, even if he has no idea what he’s doing most of the time. He really is like a child in that way. Refusing to believe that the stove is hot until he burns his hand on it. He’s in the middle of his trial and error phase of life.
But despite all these misgivings, he really is a good kid. If you manage to earn a spot of favor in his heart, he’ll do everything in his ability to make sure that you’re protected and happy. In a way, he’s even more focused around this than Riku is, namely since he has no issue with expressing emotions and things like this. He won’t beat around the bush, he’ll just say what’s on his mind be it bad or good, and will learn - eventually - that sometimes... its better to keep his mouth shut.
History:
Unlike many of the characters in Kingdom Hearts, the Replica's backstory begins - and ends - in Castle Oblivion (Kingdom Hearts RE: Chain of Memories). Pretty much all you need to know for the first game is... Sora got a key. Sora used that key. Riku wanted that key. Riku and Sora fought for the key. A big bad guy also secretly wanted that key. Sora beat Riku and had to fight that bad guy. They closed the door, Kairi went home, and Sora needs to find his bff and King Mickey.
Thus, the two teens found themselves in a mid-way world... called Castle Oblivion.
As Sora and Riku progressed through Castle Oblivion, a Nobody named Vexen came up with an idea. Seeing as Marluxia was using the Keyblade Master of Light, the older Nobody got it in his head to use the Master of Darkness for his experiments. As he was in the midst of the Replica program, having already created No. I for the Superior, the Scientist... decided to experiment a little. So, after fighting Riku in Basement Nine of the castle, Vexen retreated, having gathered the data he needed, and started work on the Replica.
Two basements later, the Replica was created, and he went forward to face Riku. After a bit of goading, proclaiming himself more powerful because he embraced the Darkness Riku was so afraid of, the two fought. Although the Replica had been created to be a perfect copy of Riku’s power, perhaps even stronger since he embraced something the real Riku refused to, he was still new. He hadn’t had the battle experience his Real Thing had, so ultimately... the Replica fell. However, when Riku rushed in to try and finish it, the Darkness proved to be stronger than the teen’s attack. So, with a quick laugh, the Replica retreated to the depths of the castle, facing Zexion, Lexaeus, and and Vexen with the news of his fight.
After a quick conference where the Replica told them that Riku was weak and not a problem, Zexion asked how he’d like to meet another hero in the Castle. The Replica merely asked if he meant Sora and snorted, saying that if Riku was so weak... Sora couldn’t be much of a problem either. However... the Replica didn’t know what he was getting himself into.
Vexen then took him up to the top of the castle to Larxene and Axel, offering them his and the Replica’s services. Axel then handed Vexen a card containing the memories of Sora and Riku’s home. After a quick discussion, the three Nobodies decided that the best course of action was to completely remake the Replica’s heart, to make him forget that he was nothing but a fake and put in the memories of Riku. In essence, they wanted to make the Replica think he was Riku. Needless to say, the Replica wasn’t very happy with that. He told them that the real Riku was a coward, afraid of his own power, and even went on to say that he was nothing like that, and never wanted to be like that. However, the Nobodies said it must be done. So, the Replica was subdued and brought to Naminé, and the memories of Sora and Riku’s home were twisted and forced into his heart.
However, the Replica didn’t get everything, it seems. The memories that were formed the clearest and the strongest in his heart were those of the day he and Naminé were at the beach during the meteor shower. He held up a sword to the sky and said that he’d protect her if a star fell on them, just like he’d protect her from everything. And then... Naminé gave him a charm, a charm that the Replica then clung to almost desperately. Sure, he had some memories of Sora from that fake childhood, and even some of the days after that, leading up to when the Islands fell apart, but nothing was stronger than the need to protect Naminé. After all, the Nobodies needed the Replica to be following their every command as well.
And so, once the Replica’s heart was remade, he was sent down to confront Sora. After goading the boy and fighting him once, saying things about Naminé that further cemented the fake memories in Sora’s heart as well, the Replica was forced to retreat. After all, even though he had Riku’s strength and fighting style, he was still new to fighting, even if his memories said differently. So, he came back to Naminé’s room, only to fight Larxene bullying her again. With a gentle ferocity, he told Larxene off and tried to cheer up Naminé, extending their good luck charm and swearing on it. Underneath the bratty exterior, the Replica really was a good kid, just trying to make good on a promise and the only memory he fully had. He didn’t know any better, he didn’t know to question it and... he didn’t know that it, like everything else, was fake. Just like he didn’t know that the changes to his heart were what was bothering Naminé, not just Sora being in the castle. So, going off that memory, he promised to keep her safe and happy, and to keep Sora away and from causing any more pain. With that, he walked off, gone before he could hear Larxene’s laughter and congratulations for the complete remodeling of his heart.
Meanwhile, Sora became concerned for the Replica, thinking him to be Riku. So, the next time the two met in the Castle, the brunet tried to jog his friend’s memory to remind them that they were friends. Only... nothing worked. After all, this was a fake Riku. One with a memory of Naminé and a feeling of betrayal, thinking that Sora only cared for... that girl, the other one. The one none of them could remember. Eventually, that feeling faded with Sora’s memories, merely leaving the Replica convinced that although Sora appeared concerned with both of them, he didn’t really care. So, when they met again, the Replica told him to go away, that Naminé didn’t want to see him so he shouldn’t try. Another fight ensued, and the Replica was once again defeated.
The next time he clashed with Sora happened on the eleventh floor, after Vexen had been defeated. Sora came forward saying that the Replica was no longer under Vexen’s control, that he shouldn’t be forced to do things anymore. To be “evil”. However, the Replica only stated that he was protecting Naminé of his own free will, that he’d never been controlled by anyone. However... then things started to fall apart, because the Replica went on to tell Sora of the promise he’d made Naminé. That confused Sora, who vehemently denied the Replica had those memories, because he had them. Confused and starting to get a headache from it all, the Replica just proclaimed Sora’s charm as a fake, saying that he had the real one. And, once again, the Replica ran off. Only this time it wasn’t just because of his defeat. No... he had things to figure out this time around.
A few hours passed, and Sora made his way to the twelfth floor of the Castle. There, the Replica faced him again, saying that he was the one who would protect Naminé, and that Sora and his fake and scrambled memories kept interferring. They fought again and, as usual, the Replica was defeated. However, as Sora went forward to try and help him, the Replica knocked him back. Taking advantage of the sudden change in the situation, the Replica was about to finish Sora off when Naminé yelled out. A sudden jolt went through the Replica, and he fell to the ground, motionless. The little Nobody had shattered his memories and thusly, his heart. Larxene then emerged from a portal, laughing at Naminé, who seemed to honestly regret what she did, and Sora... who was mourning the “death” of who he thought was he best friend. The older Nobody then told Sora that the Replica was a fake, going so far as to admonishing Naminé for “killing” him and tossing the boy’s body about like a rag doll. Angered, Sora quickly dispatched of Larxene.
Naminé then told Sora about what was going on, and about Marluxia, all the while kneeling in front of the motionless body of the Replica. The little group then moved on to confront Marluxia, leaving the Replica there. After all, there was no way he could have recovered, right?
Wrong.
Slowly, the Replica regained movement, regained his thoughts. His memories were shattered, that thought that he was actually Riku gone, and he was back to being the Replica he'd first been. He remembered all this encounters in the castle, but most of the memories they'd been fueled by were gone. He did know one thing, though: Naminé was in danger.
Roleplay Sample - Log:
(from a past RP, let me know if you would like another sample~)
The sun was bright that day, glinting off the dew gathered on the roofs of buildings, reflecting off windows and little pieces of metal and glass gathered at the sides of the street and wedged in between the cobblestones. It was early, with only a few sounds of life echoing from inside the small huts of the Caravan. However, despite the early hour and the fact that the sun had just started to peek out from over the tops of the trees lining the little path Grandore was making, there was at least one boy out on the streets. Or, er... it might be more accurate to say... on top of the roofs.
Boots slipping on the tiles, the straw, whatever covered the top of each individual house, the Replica was scrambling forward, walking when he could and crawling whenever he slipped, always at a fast pace. His aquamarine eyes were bright and focused, eyes wide, unlike the slanted, narrowed ones of the boy he’d been modeled after. This boy had a goal, and he wasn’t going to stop until he reached it. Even if he kept having to yell out a quick apology and yelp and dodge various objects being thrown down at him from residents in taller buildings. Apparently... some people weren’t appreciative of their little wake-up call from the human squirrel.
Up ahead, there was a gap. It was only slight, but... it was necessary. So, after a quick pause, the Replica moved down, bracing gloved hands against the tiles, calculating, judging.... and breaking out at a run. The sole of his boot curved over the edge of a roof as he bent a knee, the muscles of his thigh bunching and quivering for just a moment before he pushed forward, leaping as best he could, almost... flailing as he sailed through the air. Hahahaha! Triumph! He was gonna actually manage to land it and-.........
.... Just then, the caravan must have hit a bump, or Grandore must have stepped up the pace just a little bit, because what would have been the thatch roof of the hut he was aiming for suddenly became air, and the Replica’s eyes widened as--
“Oof!” quickly scrambling with his hands, the boy ignored the sudden crushing pain where his chest had slammed into the edge, kicking his feet as he grabbed handfuls of the straw in order to try and hoist himself up again. However... he was stuck. So, if anyone passed by the alley underneath, they’d be met with the frustrated cries of a fifteen-year-old boy, and if they happened to glance up.... they’d see someone trying to frog kick their way to... er... relative safety.
“AGH! WHY IS THIS WORLD SO ANNOYING?!”
Roleplay Sample - Journal:
[The camera clicks on as the communicator clutters to the ground, spinning for a moment before showing a boy standing, silver strands slightly out of place as he looks around angrily, one hand outstretched in front of him, the other clasped tightly around the handle of a red, blue, and black bat wing-er... weapon.]
Come out and fight, coward! I know you’re here!
[Silence, and the poor boy looks a bit... confused for a moment before he straightens a bit, one hand still raised above his head, although his arm drops a bit as confusion furrows his brow.]
What is- [Glances around a bit more, frowning, and stepping forward a bit, leaning to the side in order to peer around the corner of a nearby building.] .... Weird. There aren’t any doors to open. Did I... get outside?
Outside...
[The communicator beeps, and there’s the metallic echoes of voices, and all of a sudden the boy jumps and whirls, aquamarine eyes wide and chest heaving from the slight fright. It takes him a minute to locate the machine, and when he does... he merely tilts his head to the side before slowly scooting forward, reaching the batwing sword out to... yeah, that’s right. He’s poking it. With his sword.]
What is this place? This definitely isn’t the card I used. [And he’ll let the sword drop to his side, his grip relaxing, allowing the weapon to slide a bit before he tightens his grip, frowning down at it. It... isn’t disappearing. Huh.] .... Naminé? Are you here? Naminé?
[And then, as if he’s reluctant to even say this name...]
.... Sora?
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Name: Lydia
Age: 19
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IC Information:
Name: The Riku Replica
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Timeline: Right after Naminé shatters his heart.
Age: appears fifteen, is in all actuality under a month old.
Appearance: Here
Abilities:
The Replica only has a few abilities that are worth mentioning, really. He has the basic fighting ability and increased strength and agility that most of the keybearers have. It can be assumed that he has the ability to dash from place to place, to “dodge roll”, and strength enough to easily heft things that should be too heavy for a fifteen-year-old. His “real thing” has been depicted as strong enough to slice through a falling building with only one swing of his keyblade, and since the Replica was made from his data not too long before that, its safe to assume that in canon, he has that strength as well.
In addition to these basic boosts to strength and agility, the Riku Replica has some basic control over magic. Mainly this is just to the extent of hurling a Dark Firaga at people (pretty much a dark fire ball shot forward from his palm) but it can be assumed that since he had this ability, he also had the capacity to harness more magic. Well, as much as Riku, his original, ever could. And Riku is notoriously bad with magic.
But one thing that sets the Replica apart from Riku is his control over Darkness. Unlike the other teen, the Replica readily accepted the Darkness he’d been born with, engulfing himself and his fake heart in it with seemingly no danger to his own well-being. While the Darkness seemed to hurt Riku, the Replica never showed any pain when it came to wielding it. Instead, he could easily go in and out of Dark Form, even going so far as to stay in that form for the majority of the game. While in that form his strength was increased and he had a multitude of abilities at his exposal, all related to using the Darkness in some way, either in blasts, shockwaves, or just as a general strength and agility buff.
The only other thing to note, one that isn’t too important in this sort of game premise, is that the Riku Replica had control over his own portals. He could fade into Darkness and appear in a whole other place, pretty much allowing him to teleport anywhere he knew how to go. While that was limited to the different floors of the castle in-game, that ability could extend to any corner of any world. It also led to some nice sneak attacks, where the Replica seemed to appear out of absolutely nowhere in order to execute an attack.
However, in this world he won't have access to his portals, and his strength will be severely compromised. I would like to keep him able to just barely use magic (as in, barely enough to warm his hands let alone light something on fire) and, if at all possible, I would love to let him be able to switch between his normal clothes and his Dark Suit. This is normally done by solidifying his Darkness around him and transforming it into clothes, and is done with ease on his part. However, doing so in this setting will be extremely taxing, and he'll more than likely remain in whichever form he changes to for a long while before reverting. All the Dark Suit will really do is increase his strength just a bit and keep him warmer. Seeing as that is so, staying in that state will result in fatigue, forcing him to revert after a while. But if this isn't acceptable in this premise, please tell me! Its easily edited or taken out. However, I'd love to work it out in order to keep at least a part of it in, seeing as it is one of the defining differences between Riku and his Replica.
Personality:
While at first glance it seems like the Riku Replica should be a complete carbon copy of the teen he was based off of, when push comes to shove, the Replica is immensely different from his “real thing”. To further explain this, lets look at some key aspects of his personality.
First of all, lets explore the few things that the Replica has in common with Riku. Namely, the boy is proud. He has an air of confidence around him even in his darkest moments, even when his heart is weakest. He has a pride in his strength and in his promises, and once he makes one he’ll follow through with it. Even at the cost of his own life. However, as good-natured as this “pride” may sound, the Replica’s confidence and pride in his strength and in his memories kind of... makes him come across as a bit of a jerk. He has no qualms about boasting about his strength, and has the tendency to look down on people he thinks are weaker than him. Occasionally, he’ll even go so far as to inform said people that they’re lower than him. His countenance can be a bit condescending, and his tone betrays some serious issues with authority, but underneath that first layer of jackassery are some deeper emotions.
Pretty much, this Replica is scared. Although... this isn’t something that’s easily seen. After all, he’s built off of a boy made of snark and pride. But when push comes to shove, the Replica doesn’t have much going for himself. He existed for all of thirty days at most, and only had a few memories to cling to. Knowing nothing of himself, and where he came from, he clung to the few memories that’d been planted into his head and went after what few connections he thought he had with a nearly desperate fire. And once he remembered what he was? That he was merely a Replica, a copy of the person those memories were based off of? How could he not be scared? He was being used to replace someone, he was called a puppet. A fake. In the eyes of all but two of the people he’d been around, he was just something replaceable. Something that, once it run the course of its usefulness, could be destroyed. Living with that and a few scraps of things that never actually happened... with that little to go off of, its safe to say that the boy was scared. Is scared. Which is what has led to his fervent desire to be real.
Many people seem to think that the Replica is “creepy”, given his seemingly strange attachment to Naminé. However, there really is nothing creepy about his relationship with the girl if you look at what he’s working with. She is the only person he has memories of, besides the ill-formed memories given to him in order to keep him up to speed with the events of Kingdom Hearts. The one strongest memory he has is of him and Naminé when they were younger on the night of a meteor shower. Of him raising his sword to the heavens and saying that he’d protect her from everything out there. With that and a few other foggy created memories, his single-minded devotion to Naminé is really just that of a child clinging to what he knows. To someone he cares about. In essence, the Replica really is a child.
His memories aren’t very developed, and its usually assumed by various experts that personalities are built through experiences, through figuring out things and making mistakes. Without life experience outside of a few memories of when he was five, the recent days in the Castle, and a few hazy facts of the recent years, the boy hasn’t had much of an opportunity to grow and mature. As such, he is prone to outbursts of anger, a selfish view that he is the center of everything that’s going on, and a possessive streak to rival... well... a raccoon is the best metaphor that comes to mind. He sees something “shiny”, something he can call his and not his “real thing’s” and he’ll do everything he can to keep it safe and keep it his. While in a fifteen-year-old, such things can be construed as creepy, these are common in the developmental phase of a child.
Given as the Replica’s experiences don’t go much beyond a few faked relationships, fighting, and the general ability to snark, it is safe to say that when it comes to everyday life, the boy is clueless. He knows some things, sure, but when it comes to... say... how to make a bed, make a sandwich, or work a communication’s device, he has no idea how to go about doing so. But he’s stubborn and prideful, and will continue to work at such things until he figures them out for himself. .... Or until someone else comes, whacks him over the head, and shows him how to work things.
But as childish as the Replica can be, there are definitely still aspects of Riku in him. After all, he was based off of the boy. These main aspects are his stubborn streak, his pride, and a fierce, unfettered loyalty to the people he’s close to.
The Replica snarks. He considers himself the best and only one to protect people, and he won’t hesitate to inform others of such things. He will always, always, always refuse help due to his pride, and will stubbornly run headfirst into a wall until someone either guides him around it or until he smashes through. He has the need to be an individual, to do things on his own, even if he has no idea what he’s doing most of the time. He really is like a child in that way. Refusing to believe that the stove is hot until he burns his hand on it. He’s in the middle of his trial and error phase of life.
But despite all these misgivings, he really is a good kid. If you manage to earn a spot of favor in his heart, he’ll do everything in his ability to make sure that you’re protected and happy. In a way, he’s even more focused around this than Riku is, namely since he has no issue with expressing emotions and things like this. He won’t beat around the bush, he’ll just say what’s on his mind be it bad or good, and will learn - eventually - that sometimes... its better to keep his mouth shut.
History:
Unlike many of the characters in Kingdom Hearts, the Replica's backstory begins - and ends - in Castle Oblivion (Kingdom Hearts RE: Chain of Memories). Pretty much all you need to know for the first game is... Sora got a key. Sora used that key. Riku wanted that key. Riku and Sora fought for the key. A big bad guy also secretly wanted that key. Sora beat Riku and had to fight that bad guy. They closed the door, Kairi went home, and Sora needs to find his bff and King Mickey.
Thus, the two teens found themselves in a mid-way world... called Castle Oblivion.
As Sora and Riku progressed through Castle Oblivion, a Nobody named Vexen came up with an idea. Seeing as Marluxia was using the Keyblade Master of Light, the older Nobody got it in his head to use the Master of Darkness for his experiments. As he was in the midst of the Replica program, having already created No. I for the Superior, the Scientist... decided to experiment a little. So, after fighting Riku in Basement Nine of the castle, Vexen retreated, having gathered the data he needed, and started work on the Replica.
Two basements later, the Replica was created, and he went forward to face Riku. After a bit of goading, proclaiming himself more powerful because he embraced the Darkness Riku was so afraid of, the two fought. Although the Replica had been created to be a perfect copy of Riku’s power, perhaps even stronger since he embraced something the real Riku refused to, he was still new. He hadn’t had the battle experience his Real Thing had, so ultimately... the Replica fell. However, when Riku rushed in to try and finish it, the Darkness proved to be stronger than the teen’s attack. So, with a quick laugh, the Replica retreated to the depths of the castle, facing Zexion, Lexaeus, and and Vexen with the news of his fight.
After a quick conference where the Replica told them that Riku was weak and not a problem, Zexion asked how he’d like to meet another hero in the Castle. The Replica merely asked if he meant Sora and snorted, saying that if Riku was so weak... Sora couldn’t be much of a problem either. However... the Replica didn’t know what he was getting himself into.
Vexen then took him up to the top of the castle to Larxene and Axel, offering them his and the Replica’s services. Axel then handed Vexen a card containing the memories of Sora and Riku’s home. After a quick discussion, the three Nobodies decided that the best course of action was to completely remake the Replica’s heart, to make him forget that he was nothing but a fake and put in the memories of Riku. In essence, they wanted to make the Replica think he was Riku. Needless to say, the Replica wasn’t very happy with that. He told them that the real Riku was a coward, afraid of his own power, and even went on to say that he was nothing like that, and never wanted to be like that. However, the Nobodies said it must be done. So, the Replica was subdued and brought to Naminé, and the memories of Sora and Riku’s home were twisted and forced into his heart.
However, the Replica didn’t get everything, it seems. The memories that were formed the clearest and the strongest in his heart were those of the day he and Naminé were at the beach during the meteor shower. He held up a sword to the sky and said that he’d protect her if a star fell on them, just like he’d protect her from everything. And then... Naminé gave him a charm, a charm that the Replica then clung to almost desperately. Sure, he had some memories of Sora from that fake childhood, and even some of the days after that, leading up to when the Islands fell apart, but nothing was stronger than the need to protect Naminé. After all, the Nobodies needed the Replica to be following their every command as well.
And so, once the Replica’s heart was remade, he was sent down to confront Sora. After goading the boy and fighting him once, saying things about Naminé that further cemented the fake memories in Sora’s heart as well, the Replica was forced to retreat. After all, even though he had Riku’s strength and fighting style, he was still new to fighting, even if his memories said differently. So, he came back to Naminé’s room, only to fight Larxene bullying her again. With a gentle ferocity, he told Larxene off and tried to cheer up Naminé, extending their good luck charm and swearing on it. Underneath the bratty exterior, the Replica really was a good kid, just trying to make good on a promise and the only memory he fully had. He didn’t know any better, he didn’t know to question it and... he didn’t know that it, like everything else, was fake. Just like he didn’t know that the changes to his heart were what was bothering Naminé, not just Sora being in the castle. So, going off that memory, he promised to keep her safe and happy, and to keep Sora away and from causing any more pain. With that, he walked off, gone before he could hear Larxene’s laughter and congratulations for the complete remodeling of his heart.
Meanwhile, Sora became concerned for the Replica, thinking him to be Riku. So, the next time the two met in the Castle, the brunet tried to jog his friend’s memory to remind them that they were friends. Only... nothing worked. After all, this was a fake Riku. One with a memory of Naminé and a feeling of betrayal, thinking that Sora only cared for... that girl, the other one. The one none of them could remember. Eventually, that feeling faded with Sora’s memories, merely leaving the Replica convinced that although Sora appeared concerned with both of them, he didn’t really care. So, when they met again, the Replica told him to go away, that Naminé didn’t want to see him so he shouldn’t try. Another fight ensued, and the Replica was once again defeated.
The next time he clashed with Sora happened on the eleventh floor, after Vexen had been defeated. Sora came forward saying that the Replica was no longer under Vexen’s control, that he shouldn’t be forced to do things anymore. To be “evil”. However, the Replica only stated that he was protecting Naminé of his own free will, that he’d never been controlled by anyone. However... then things started to fall apart, because the Replica went on to tell Sora of the promise he’d made Naminé. That confused Sora, who vehemently denied the Replica had those memories, because he had them. Confused and starting to get a headache from it all, the Replica just proclaimed Sora’s charm as a fake, saying that he had the real one. And, once again, the Replica ran off. Only this time it wasn’t just because of his defeat. No... he had things to figure out this time around.
A few hours passed, and Sora made his way to the twelfth floor of the Castle. There, the Replica faced him again, saying that he was the one who would protect Naminé, and that Sora and his fake and scrambled memories kept interferring. They fought again and, as usual, the Replica was defeated. However, as Sora went forward to try and help him, the Replica knocked him back. Taking advantage of the sudden change in the situation, the Replica was about to finish Sora off when Naminé yelled out. A sudden jolt went through the Replica, and he fell to the ground, motionless. The little Nobody had shattered his memories and thusly, his heart. Larxene then emerged from a portal, laughing at Naminé, who seemed to honestly regret what she did, and Sora... who was mourning the “death” of who he thought was he best friend. The older Nobody then told Sora that the Replica was a fake, going so far as to admonishing Naminé for “killing” him and tossing the boy’s body about like a rag doll. Angered, Sora quickly dispatched of Larxene.
Naminé then told Sora about what was going on, and about Marluxia, all the while kneeling in front of the motionless body of the Replica. The little group then moved on to confront Marluxia, leaving the Replica there. After all, there was no way he could have recovered, right?
Wrong.
Slowly, the Replica regained movement, regained his thoughts. His memories were shattered, that thought that he was actually Riku gone, and he was back to being the Replica he'd first been. He remembered all this encounters in the castle, but most of the memories they'd been fueled by were gone. He did know one thing, though: Naminé was in danger.
Roleplay Sample - Log:
(from a past RP, let me know if you would like another sample~)
The sun was bright that day, glinting off the dew gathered on the roofs of buildings, reflecting off windows and little pieces of metal and glass gathered at the sides of the street and wedged in between the cobblestones. It was early, with only a few sounds of life echoing from inside the small huts of the Caravan. However, despite the early hour and the fact that the sun had just started to peek out from over the tops of the trees lining the little path Grandore was making, there was at least one boy out on the streets. Or, er... it might be more accurate to say... on top of the roofs.
Boots slipping on the tiles, the straw, whatever covered the top of each individual house, the Replica was scrambling forward, walking when he could and crawling whenever he slipped, always at a fast pace. His aquamarine eyes were bright and focused, eyes wide, unlike the slanted, narrowed ones of the boy he’d been modeled after. This boy had a goal, and he wasn’t going to stop until he reached it. Even if he kept having to yell out a quick apology and yelp and dodge various objects being thrown down at him from residents in taller buildings. Apparently... some people weren’t appreciative of their little wake-up call from the human squirrel.
Up ahead, there was a gap. It was only slight, but... it was necessary. So, after a quick pause, the Replica moved down, bracing gloved hands against the tiles, calculating, judging.... and breaking out at a run. The sole of his boot curved over the edge of a roof as he bent a knee, the muscles of his thigh bunching and quivering for just a moment before he pushed forward, leaping as best he could, almost... flailing as he sailed through the air. Hahahaha! Triumph! He was gonna actually manage to land it and-.........
.... Just then, the caravan must have hit a bump, or Grandore must have stepped up the pace just a little bit, because what would have been the thatch roof of the hut he was aiming for suddenly became air, and the Replica’s eyes widened as--
“Oof!” quickly scrambling with his hands, the boy ignored the sudden crushing pain where his chest had slammed into the edge, kicking his feet as he grabbed handfuls of the straw in order to try and hoist himself up again. However... he was stuck. So, if anyone passed by the alley underneath, they’d be met with the frustrated cries of a fifteen-year-old boy, and if they happened to glance up.... they’d see someone trying to frog kick their way to... er... relative safety.
“AGH! WHY IS THIS WORLD SO ANNOYING?!”
Roleplay Sample - Journal:
[The camera clicks on as the communicator clutters to the ground, spinning for a moment before showing a boy standing, silver strands slightly out of place as he looks around angrily, one hand outstretched in front of him, the other clasped tightly around the handle of a red, blue, and black bat wing-er... weapon.]
Come out and fight, coward! I know you’re here!
[Silence, and the poor boy looks a bit... confused for a moment before he straightens a bit, one hand still raised above his head, although his arm drops a bit as confusion furrows his brow.]
What is- [Glances around a bit more, frowning, and stepping forward a bit, leaning to the side in order to peer around the corner of a nearby building.] .... Weird. There aren’t any doors to open. Did I... get outside?
Outside...
[The communicator beeps, and there’s the metallic echoes of voices, and all of a sudden the boy jumps and whirls, aquamarine eyes wide and chest heaving from the slight fright. It takes him a minute to locate the machine, and when he does... he merely tilts his head to the side before slowly scooting forward, reaching the batwing sword out to... yeah, that’s right. He’s poking it. With his sword.]
What is this place? This definitely isn’t the card I used. [And he’ll let the sword drop to his side, his grip relaxing, allowing the weapon to slide a bit before he tightens his grip, frowning down at it. It... isn’t disappearing. Huh.] .... Naminé? Are you here? Naminé?
[And then, as if he’s reluctant to even say this name...]
.... Sora?
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