:PH: Orith

NAME:
Orith Luen

POKEMON:
#171 Lanturn

GENDER:
Male

AGE:
16

KEYBLADE CLASS:
Defense

WORLD(s):
Traverse Town

ABILITY:
Volt Absorb

LEVEL:
1

ATTACKS:
1. Thunder Wave
2. Water Pulse

LIKES/DISLIKES:
○ Meat (any kind, particularly fish)
○ Swimming
○ Daydreaming
○ Children
○ Having decisions made for him
● Being criticized for his “laziness”
● Rainy weather
● Large, noisy crowds
● Bitter foods

PERSONALITY:
Most people would describe Orith as either lazy and carefree or absent-minded. He tends to be both of these things, since he has a bad habit of tuning everything else out when he is thinking about something. Orith treats most things with apathy, appearing to be even cold sometimes about others' affairs. However this is not really the case. Most of the time, he just doesn't know how to respond, or gets distracted by a passing thought.

When he is fighting in a party, however, he sincerely tries his best to protect his teammates. He is the most emotional in battle, being extremely determined. As his defending skills aren't brilliant, he tends to take hits with his own body if there's no other choice. If he really trusts and likes someone, he will accept them and treat them the same no matter what secrets they have, but he has never met someone like that except for his mother, so expression of his feelings is awkward and usually not done well.

HISTORY
Orith used to live in Radiant Garden, living through the days lazily and without care. He was always air-headed, daydreaming often in solitude. He lived a good childhood, being slightly spoiled by his parents and doing whatever he wanted. He didn't make very many friends because of his tendency to never listen to anyone. Orith was well liked by a couple of the neighborhood children however because he often played with them when he had nothing else to do.

When the heartless attacked, Orith was in his home with his mother. His dad was out working, and everything was calm and normal. Suddenly the door was broken down, and two heartless scurried in, attacking them. His mom was smacked aside, and Orith gained a deep claw mark on his right thigh. Suddenly, for the first time in his life, he felt real fear staring into the black creatures' blank eyes. ( He could instinctively feel it-- they were dangerous, he had to leave, he was going to die-- )

Something other than fear stirred inside of him though when he noticed the second heartless lunge for his mother. If asked later, he would call it “a sudden jolt of realization” that there was actually something important to him other than loafing around all the time. Whatever he felt during that moment, it caused him to throw himself in the heartless' path, coughing and screaming as claws ripped at his chest. He looked back at his mother and noticed with some disappointment that she was unconscious, never to witness the rare sacrifice that would take her son's life in front of her...

He was almost resigned to his fate, if not for seeing the other heartless jump past him. It seemed as though his sacrifice was useless, since they were both going to die anyway. Desperation swelled up in his chest, overriding every other emotion. He just wanted the black monsters to leave, to disappear and leave them alone. He wanted to continue his carefree days, to see his parent's smiles every morning.

White light suddenly flew out from his chest, making the heartless withdraw to the other side of the room. Cringing from the overwhelming shine, he closed his eyes, only to snap them wide open when his body was forced forward from the weight in his hands. He gazed with shock at the thick keyblade in his hands, light enough for him to wield it comfortably but heavy enough for him to require two hands. Reassurance emanated from the weapon, and he faintly realized that his fear ebbed away. One more new emotion took over-- determination. Standing in front of his mom in a ready stance, fire seemed to ignite in his eyes, making the heartless hesitate before attacking simultaneously. Energy surged up into his throat and was released in a pulse, disorienting the heartless just enough for Orith to dispatch them both with one wide swing.

As the adrenaline left his body, Orith showed one of his rare smiles, feeling amazed that he accomplished something he wanted to do. Black spots swarmed at the edges of his vision, and as he collapsed from blood loss, he felt the reassurance once again. (He will be okay. His mother will be okay. Everything will turn out fine. ) Waking up in Traverse Town with these thoughts, mysteriously treated and then left in an alley, he wandered, wondering if he could do that again-- saving and supporting someone he cared about.

ADDITIONAL INFO:
He will never go anywhere without his yellow polarized sunglasses. He even sleeps with them on, as he doesn't feel comfortable with them off.
When he eats, he tends to attempt to chomp everything up in one bite, which is usually unsuccessful.
If someone is talking to him, he usually tunes them out after while if the conversation doesn't interests him.
Usually looks at people with a blank stare.

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Why hello there : D I'm Juu, nice to meet you.
My timezone is EST (-5:00), feel free to RP with me |'D

While writing and drawing Orith I was listening to Kulong Retro [link] albeit the Nico Nico Chorus version [link]
It doesn't really describe him at all lol but whatever