Firion--✯--Wild Rose;

[scryingphantomii]

grey skies & light fading ,,



"Everyone says he longs at heart for Shangri-La,,
But that it's a nowhere-land after all,,
How I wonder why no one tries to sail out,,
Looking for a strange paradise,,"

THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAME

Firion

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

Firion is now a twenty-four (view history) male still standing at five foot eight inches (5’8”). With a complexion of a light mocha color, and with age, Firion has no worries on blemishes appearing once again on his face. However, old battle scars from the past war still linger upon his skin; they are fading but still able to be seen by the world. His face has sharp features, making him appear his current age, and slim cheek bones. Despite having almond shaped eyes, Firion’s are narrow and make his stare rather intimidating from time to time; the chocolate brown eyes conceal a lot of emotions Firion may suppress. In general Firion is athletically built to withstand battles, leading an opponent clueless to know that this physical fighter can also cast magic.

During the time he fought in war Firion’s hair only extended to his shoulder blades; this is not the case anymore. Truth be told, the rebel’s silver locks still spike on top and his second layer grew out, reaching to just above his knees. He still keeps the bandanna he wore six years ago, but often has it double as a scarf now – leaving his top layer of hair flow freely. Firion has long added more piercings since his earlobes back in the day; now he has a complete outer alignment of earrings ranging from his lobe to his cartilage done. Said gems range from his birthstone to a diamond or two.

Firion’s armor has relatively stayed the same, but now his cape now bears the symbol of the Wild Rose. Other than his typical armored attire, Firion has taken a habit of wearing robes like the various people within Castle Fynn’s walls. Even when wearing lose, flowing, robes of white and red, the young man’s cape (which red in the mage-like outfit) displays a rose outlined in white; a symbol which Firion has taken to heart with his life – a momentum of never letting the world fall into chaos again.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

(I gave him a bit extra, since he didn’t have a lot in the original game to work with…)
Firion is a man that always appears to be serious, or in deep thought with conflicts weighing on his shoulders constantly. Well most of the time that statement is true, but Firion isn’t always as serious as he appears. In fact he is modest, kind, extremely passionate for a hero, and will forgive someone in the long run. Back when he was eighteen, he could have been mistaken to be completely angry at the world. Part of that was true with Firion since his suppressed rage could’ve been directed toward the Empire. However, the adult male has seemingly let go of all past conflicts and often states he just doesn't want violence and wants to stop the suffering forever for all. He admits he truly never hated anyone within the army itself, and has stated that if he did then he would be no better than the Emperor.

Taking on his duty as an ambassador, to aide with his dream of a world without tyranny, Firion has become well mannered than what he was in the past (if possible). Let alone he has become even more time oriented and to keep up with any deadlines directed at him. He does take his work to heart, and stresses by worrying over messing up. During his free time, Firion prefers time to be alone and often takes strolls to see the wild rose bushes in the castle’s courtyard. Often seen relaxing, laying in a field, the adult prefers time to himself to daydream, think, and plan for his future. Also, he takes this time to hum the lullaby his adoptive mother once sung to him…and often hopes that he has made both sets of parents proud of him.

Firion is loyal to an extreme that could easily make him a pawn to be used, and easily shattered. In fact, this man still has time dealing with what he fights for and often doubts his abilities. He still relies on needing people to remind him, he’s worth a lot to the world. Despite with age, Firion still has a weakness toward women, but he isn’t has gullible to be as easily seduced by them anymore. He still gets flustered over extreme attention in his direction, or if anyone puts advanced moves on him unexpectedly. With that in mind, he begins to feel awkward, and displays it with body language, during conversations that head into various flirting.

With his two ‘bodyguards’ Firion often attempts to wonder off alone, because of his distaste of being constantly referred to as ‘Lord’. Often he attempts to tell them both to cut it out, and gets embarrassed when they only raise their voices and draw attention to them all. He feels like a father, constantly breaking off childish arguments the two often do, and often acts like a peacekeeper with 'chores'. However, much like he was with Maria and Guy, Firion has taken to his old self, telling stories and laughing like the newcomers were like his old friends. He’d take a fatal wound for them, like he’d do for anyone he considers a friend, and is even shown to actually smile wide (let alone laughing) with the group. A sight many don’t expect from such a serious looking guy.

CHARACTER HISTORY

Firion was born in Salamand, roughing sometime in April, but never experienced childhood there due to his parent’s death. After the incident Firion was soon adopted by Leon’s and Maria’s family, and was taken to Fynn where he was raised. While growing up Firion befriended Guy, a child raised in the wild, and experience peace for majority of his life. That was, until, Fynn was attacked by the Palamecian Army, when Firion was eighteen, and Firion lost his adoptive parents that day. When fleeing from Fynn Firion was critically injured and experienced near death, but was originally confirmed to be dead. Thankfully, Firion’s strong will to live allowed him to be fully resurrected and cured. This action set forth Firion’s entrance into war, along with Guy and Maria, after proving their worth to join the Wild Rose Rebellion.

Despite many hardships, loss of great allies and friends, Firion and crew managed to learn the Ultimate Tome. Which, with that knowledge in hand, the three set forth to take on the Emperor that took rule over Hell and defeat him. With the ruler finally defeated (to their knowledge), Firion and Maria had thought on courting, but ultimately decide otherwise. Instead, the trio had plans to travel the world some more and help with the reconstruction. However, Firion’s plans were cut short when Princess Hilda offered him an opportunity: to take an assistance job and learn to become an ambassador for Fynn.

Upon accepting the request, Firion would take up courses at Fynn Castle to become an ambassador someday. Despite many socially awkward moments and even more sleepless nights, Firion managed to get the title which Hilda had hope he’d obtain. From there onward the adult would serve to keep peace between the various kingdoms of their current world. With peace, confirmed by the kingdoms signing treaties, between kingdoms Firion began learning to balance out keeping up with his duties and keeping in shape. His second layer (ponytail wise) hair would begin to grow out, to his thighs (just above the knees), unknowingly obtaining a matching style of a foe, and he became a tad less than serious at the world. Times were perfect until the occurrence of the merging worlds, by which Firion’s last sights were of Fynn being on the verge of destruction and aiding the protection of others.

When Firion came to, he was in the throne room of Fynn, without their leader, and surrounded by various figures. With a splitting headache, he’d attempt to understand the information all the former rebels of what went down. As those within the castle set plans on how to handle the situation, civilians awaited for the news of what is to come. Eventually word spread forth that Hilda was not at her post, and a rumor began the hero Firion would fill her position. Despite resisting Firion soon acquired the title of “King” in the end, but stated his rule was only temporary.

However, Firion could not keep within castle walls and he makes frequent trips outside of Fynn to other lands. Despite wishing to travel as an ambassador by himself, the former rebels continue to insist on sending two of their members to assist the temporary king. Seeing as Firion’s closest friends are still missing as well…

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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,

THE IC SECTION
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Firion will sound off since I'm not going with Dissidia personality, but, instead, what little we've seen in FFII. Fair warning. ♥

"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?"

A yelp is heard afterward as a strong hand ensnares the stranger’s shirt and lifts him slight, as another begins searching for hidden weapons. However, a smooth voice breaks the actions and making the first figures tense.

"Hello,” Firion gives a brief nod and motions for the two to drop the stranger. “Let him go, please. We treat others with respect, even if they're enemies.” Despite complaints, the two listen and release the interview, as Firion approaches him. With an offering of his hand and one fluent motion, Firion helps the poor man up. “I’m sorry, for their actions but in these uncertain times…we must keep our guard up.” With a forced smile he speaks again. “My name is Firion, and these two are Siria and Ulric. Again I offer my apologizes for their…actions.”

"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?"

Confused by the sudden question, Firion pauses. Minutes later he turns toward Ulric and Siria before speaking. “I’ll be back shortly, please wait for me.” He flashes them a 'don't worry' smile and with that Firion leads the interviewer away. Once they’re farther away from the man, he speaks. “I was born in Salamand but was raised, and still live, in Fynn.”
(Firion from Final Fantasy II)

"Can't say I've ever heard of it. Well, tell me about yourself. What do you do? What are some of your likes and dislikes?"

"You haven’t? Well, you’d be the first I’ve met who didn’t.” The two stop walking before Firion sits down in the grass. His gaze surprisingly softens as the stranger sits next to him. “I suppose it wouldn’t harm anything to admit I'm an ambassador of Fynn. I prefer time to myself, nights where I can see the stars, enjoying time with my friends, camping out, roses and taking walks in rose gardens, listening to music, and getting to sleep in once and awhile.”

As he thinks on what he disproves of, his lips form a frown. “I distaste for war, bloodshed, and suffering war creates. Ever since eighteen, I began to dislike the smell of smoke and large fires, and often try not to use my fire magic. People who disrespect their elders upset me, and I’m not fond of constantly being stressed. Not to mention I’m not fond of cold weather anymore…”

"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?"

The calm male suddenly tenses and his cheeks flush. With an obvious cough, he speaks. “C-come again?"

"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?"

“M-must you talk like that..? It’s truly embarrassing..!” His cheeks darken and he attempts to slink away. "I-I fight with all my heart for th-hose I care about..!"
(Guardian)

"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?"

He suddenly blinks in confusion before releasing a, “Huh..?" A pause. "…I believe five eight."

"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy."

"I'm sorry I'm tall?" Once again his face becomes as bright as a crimson rose. Shifting uncomfortably he exhales an answer. "P-please, let’s drop the subject."

"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?"

He attempts to calm his rapid heartbeat as the other speaks. Once he regains composure he replies. "This place is called Alexandria, from what I’ve been told…and I also hope their Queen is found soon." Perhaps she has had any contact with Maria, Guy, or Princess Hilda…

"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?"

"…we just got to keep our hopes up."

"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!"

He tenses, turns towards the man, and exhales. "What?! No, I can’t allow that! Let me see if I can help you!"

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uptown it's dead now but ,,

THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAME

Zidane I guess.

ROLEPLAYER AGE

A woman never reveals her age.

EXPERIENCE

Long enough.

PASSWORD

Curaja.

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out here no one seems to care at all ,,

THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE

Lindblum was busy as ever in the business district with the never ending wave of figures. Darting around the various forms, while swiping loose gil, a small blonde continue his way through the crowd. Snickering at his success, the thief would shove his rewards into his own pockets. Sure, Zidane was meant to be retrieving something rather important but, hey!, he was allowed to have some fun on the way. Right? Right.

Rounding a corner gave the thief a plain view of his destination: the item shop. Zidane’s smirk grew wide with each stride he took, knowing full well he’d be the first in Tantalus to reach it. Yes all the members took a bet on who could reach the shop first, in order to retrieve some potions to help treat Cinna’s latest injuries. Yet, for once, Baku wasn’t the one to inflict those said wounds on Cinna. In fact the short man, with the love for his hammer, got quite a headshot during their last performance. Apparently he had been caught in the act of stealing, and by which the victim struck him. Struck him with what? Oh, yeah, Cinna had mentioned a rather long, golden, staff. Ouch.

Too bad Blank, Marcus, and the rest of Tantalus began laughing their heads off at Cinna. C’mon! Who would expect someone to get ‘flicked’ with a staff of all things? Sure, Cinna was quite infuriated for awhile at the group but – hey! – they sat down long enough to begin treatments on him. Though Baku wasn’t pleased in the end, at least he was about one last treatment before getting back to his feet. Maybe. For all Zidane knew that flick to the forehead may have caused brain damage. Like Cinna needed less of that…

Shoving the door open the thief entered the shop with grace. The woman whom tended the shop turned to greet him, only to fall into an unimpressed expression. Her light curls hung lose against her sharp cheeks before she spoke. “For the thousandth time, Zidane, I am not going out with you.”

A laugh escaped his lips. ”Aw, too bad, but not why I’m here though.” With an arch of her brow, Zidane spoke up. ”Gotta pick up more potions; that hardhead Cinna ran into someone’s staff the other night.” Once more the shopkeeper looked bewildered, but needless to say she shrugged it off before turning to get the number he wanted. After paying with the stolen currency Zidane turned on his heels and darted off.

Rounding the corner once more, this time in the opposite direction, Zidane nearly wanted to crack someone. Reasoning? There next to the dreaded pickle stand, sitting down and enjoying Gysahl pickles, was Marcus and Blank; Baku standing next to them. The fur on Zidane’s tail bristled at the sight as the gypsy felt a wave of anger through his body. Had they tricked him into doing all the work?! Judging by their expressions while he continued to run by; yes.

Irritated at the sight almost caused Zidane to forget about even completing the mission. Raising his hand above his head, the gypsy almost threw down the bottles containing the green liquid, but stopped in his actions. Lowering his hands he focused on the bottles and knew he couldn’t leave Cinna to suffer longer than what he had too. Falling silent the monkey boy forgot all his anger as he continued, in a faster pace, toward the air cabs.

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”Yo! Cinna! I got the stuff you want—“ He instantly came to a grinding halt as his eyes fell on a figure; a feminine figure. She had long, shiny, chocolate brown hair with a soft complexion to boot. As if her petite form wasn’t enough to make Zidane believe she was a pretty girl, she had to turn around. His heart fluttered for a moment, taking in her childlike face with large, warm, chocolate eyes. Zidane stood baffled at her before minutes later his lips curled into a wide smile.

”I didn’t think Boss wanted me to date!” A warm laugh came as Zidane approached the girl. ”Didn’t know he had good tastes with looks either!”

Within an arm length away from her Zidane let his eyes swept her form up and down; the tip of his tail curling with the thought of having fun. ”So, what brings a pretty girl like you to Tantalus?”

At that moment a groan would erupt from the upper floor; with a complaint that Zidane needed to stop his failure at flirting. Zidane’s tail twitched in frustration as he hollered out. ”I’m workin’ here Cinna! She maybe a new member and with you whining like that it’ll scare her away!” Another grumble came and Zidane would shoot a heated glare toward the upper floor. ”Don’t make me come up there!”

Silence before the blonde spoke. ”Alright, pretty, whatcha need?”

[Aerith Gainsborough]

HEY LOOK IT'S FIRION HI FIRION WILL YOU SIGN MY LEFT HAND?

I mean uh... APPROVED MAYBE I DON'T KNOW WHAT DO YOU THINK MR. BANANAS? APPROVED? GOOD, I'M GOING WITH THAT THEN.