(Oh my, do I ever need practice. I haven't RPed in a while, and I love Kingdom Hearts, so I think I'll join. However, I must warn you that I haven't played Kingdom Hearts in several months, and I don't remember everything about the game. I would appreciate it if you guys could help me along with things.

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Name: Melanee
Description: Her skin is a medium color, tan from all of her days spent outside in the sun. She has silky blonde hair that falls down to her lower back and sharp blue eyes. The top layer of her hair is divided into four small braids. She wears a pair of white cotton shorts and a light blue, short sleeved shirt.
Personality: Seemingly gentle due to her small build, she can't stand it when people assume that she is helpless and shy. She is highly opinionated, and often becomes snappish. She has been known to fake her identity to gain trust from certain people to get what she wants.
Keyblade: Thunder Blade
Description: A large black key with golden yellow streaks on it. Er... It looks like a key. (I'm not sure quite how else to describe it.)
Keychain: A glowing golden streak of lightning.
Power: Controls and summons electricity rather well, absorbing energy from the sun.
(I hope all of this is all right. By the way, I'm a tad foggy on exactly the purpose of the keychain. Could someone tell me what it is supposed to do?)
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Melanee sat with one leg pulled under her, the other stretched out on the bench. She was hunched over her diary, pen gliding quickly back and forth over the page. Light was dimming slowly as the sun set behind the tall buildings of Traverse Town.
The strangest thing had happened to Melanee that day. It was only a few hours ago that she had been hurrying along to the store with her weekly list of groceries to restock when it happened. An odd gust of wind picked up, snatcing the list of groceries out of Melanee's hand and tossing it high into the air and over the roof of the hotel. But that wasn't the only thing it had snatched up. The wind grew stronger, so strong that Melanee had to grab hold of a lamp post so that she could maintain balance. However, the wind had been too strong. It tugged stubbornly at Melanee, finally loosening her grip. She shut her eyes tightly as her last two fingers slid off the post. An odd flying sensation filled her stomach as she was lifted upward...
But that was the last thing she remembered. The next thing she knew, she was back on the ground again in the middle of the oddly empty town square. Next to her, she had found a large (Not to mention heavy) key. How odd it had felt when she had lifted it up. It felt... Almost familiar. Like she had been holding it for a long time.
She hadn't known what to do with the key then. Gripping it tightly, she had taken it back home and locked it into her toybox with the rest of her old toys.
Later on that day, she went to the library to do some research on the odd key. There were lots of files there about things like these, people who had found keys that turned out to have mystical powers and things like that. But the strangest thing was that the keys were supposed to help fight darkness.
Back during the war between the light and the dark, Melanee's parents had worked as spies for the light side. They passed informaton along from the Heartless, helping to fight evil. Melanee, quite proud of her parents for doing such a good thing, was happy. Her parents were her heroes.
A year later, her parents had been killed. Someone had apparantly thought that they were traitors and were working for the Heartless. It had all been disguised as an innocent electrical explosion that had occured when Melanee was out of the house. No one had told her the truth, probably thinking she was too young to understand. But she found out anyway, and she understood perfectly well.
Now that she was older, Melanee had picked her side in the war. She wanted to avenge her parents and their unjust death. She hadn't done much yet, but she knew that her day would come along soon, and she would show her anger.
So now Melanee sat on the bench in the middle of the darkening Traverse Town, finishing up her diary entry on all that had happened that day. Snapping her diary shut and pocketing her pen, she settled back to watch as the last of the sun's rays faded away. She still didn't know what to think of the key. Perhaps whoever- or whatever- had given to her had been mistaken and given it to the wrong person. That was the only solution she could come up with. Nothing else made sense. After all, there was no WAY she was going to fight the darkness with that thing. She just couldn't.