In the distant future...

Equinox - a Moon Elf created rather than birthed by the influence of a celestial like creature known as a Soulless, giving them access to a partial leeway over night, gravity, and the tides.

Trapped in indecision and bound by choices you cannot control - you’ve found yourself running in place time and time again, going from hamster wheel to hamster wheel, or rather, from Wonderland to Wonderland. But none of them are your own. You’ve picked up friends along the way, your Hatter, your Hare, your Dormouse, your Cards, but they’re not yours either. You’re losing. You’ve lost. You will lose again. When will this end? You don’t think it will, not for a while.

It's off to the races and you feel like there's shackles around your ankles. You hear the cacophony of birds and wings, and you know you should take off, or run, or even move, but you're sinking, heavy, like metal. You try to breathe, but you can't. You can't breathe. Everything hurts. You close your eyes. Everything goes numb.

Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight; I wish I could, I wish and I hope, I wish I won't become less than I might. Hello little puppet, your strings are made of piano wire and your lies are made of wax paper. You are a wooden thing dreaming of a beating heart. You wish and you dream but sometimes it's not enough. You have to put your whole heart into this, but you can't. Your heart is somewhere else.

A little thought in the back of your head - what if there is more than this? You don't hesitate, you reach out and grab it, and it takes the shape of laughter and cavities and costumes and masks. You are who you say you are underneath that mask, and this laughter fills the halls. You look up as a chill passes the air; the first snow of the year. Your friends call, and you race off again. Nothing is wrong, and the lantern stays lit.

Everyone needs a friend, and you're tempted to find one for yourself. Even if you have to make one up, even if you have to wish one into existence, you'll find someone who understands what this feels like. But then you'll be set. And then what happens, little crown? What happens when your three wishes are up? Will it have been worth it?

The bridge and the guidance across it, you knew you weren’t meant to be the hero of this story, but you knew that you weren’t going to go out with anything short of a BANG. This keyblade is heavy with the weight of a guilt you can’t know, but you hold it high, because you know well such guilt of your own design. You do not have to be Aslan, and if you choose to be, you do not have to be the wise king without an advisor.

The beginning and the end of a journey, you knew what you were getting into when you picked it up. It is light with the hold of the power of every person you’ve ever met helping you to hold the weight of the expectation of worlds on your shoulders. You do not have to be Atlas, and if you choose to be, you do not have to do it alone.

Striker Form Keyblades, ah, yes, the fuck around and find out of the roulette wheel in the Keyblade circle. The heavy hitters, the Keyblades that make the already terrifying that much more daunting, to wield a Striker Keyblade is to inflict punishment where you believe it is due. To be reckoning and Ragnarok all the same, and pray it does not get inflicted back upon your own. A Striker Form is a weapon of destruction. A weapon of war.

Unique, that's what they're called. Given purpose, they're unique. They have a goal, they have a purpose, they have a reason. You don't just HAVE a Unique Keyblade. You earn it. It's a great burden, and a terrible strength. Wield it well.

Don't miss. An Element Keyblade in and of itself is a tool, a small device meant for a bigger picture - one who wields an Element Keyblade oft finds themself within the realm of expertise of technology and smithing, though not all the time. It takes skill, and talent, to upkeep one of these damned things and it isn't just a pretty face that can do it. An Element Keyblade is not meant for the front lines, though to see one big enough near the front-middle is not entirely out of the question. Make it a good one.

The defenders of the Keyblade form changes, a Guardian form Keyblade is often found in the hands of those who will fight to their last breath to make sure no one else will get hurt, and those who fight alongside themself will not be alone in the fight, even if they have to fight until their last. A sign of a resolute soul, a Guardian Keyblade can also mean a sign of someone who keeps themselves behind many walls, while they keep others protected just the same. As a Guardian, you wield a sword and shield - offense and defense in kind.

The basic form of a Keyblade, and often the one you'll see the most used by a variety of Keyblade wielders, a second form Keyblade is typically the mainstay of a damage dealing wielder, as it never fails to do some damage, whereas the others rely on some sort of internal or external factor to do their damage for them. Second form is similarly light and fast as to Blitz form, but instead of channeling the mana into speed, it becomes channeled into strength. A Second form Keyblade will often find itself in the hands of someone who prefers to go from point A to point B in the fastest way possible, either through violence or through "efficiency".

Meant to make you move faster than a bullet, Blitz form Keyblades give you enough time to do what needs to be done. Often with the precision of a doctor's steady hand or a marksman's aim, wielding a Blitz form tends to find oneself holding a light weapon that is held in one hand for easier access to swing with better slashes and easier focus to targeted spots. A Blitz Keyblade tends to be on the shorter side, unlike other weapons, following the style of "get in, get out".