Post by admin on Apr 3, 2012 18:34:53 GMT -5
grey skies & light fading ,,
"I feel the chaos around me, a thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that there are things in my life that I can't control ;
they say love ain't nothing but a sore - I don't even know what love is ;
too many tears have had to fall, don't you know I'm so tired of it all?"
THE OOC SECTION
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"I feel the chaos around me, a thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that there are things in my life that I can't control ;
they say love ain't nothing but a sore - I don't even know what love is ;
too many tears have had to fall, don't you know I'm so tired of it all?"
THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAMEClaire "Lightning" Farron.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION"How practical."
A woman of twenty-one, the soldier stands at an even five feet, seven inches. With ice-blue eyes that glint like slivers of steel under dark rose eyebrows, her face is equal parts severe and kind; blush pink locks slant with bangs over her shoulder, and the longest tips rest before her left shoulder, transitioning from straight into an iconic mass of waves. Her build is slim, but strong, and wiry like a runner's.
Her uniform is a personalized version of the Guardian Corps peacetime wear. Over a high-necked vest top that cuts off at her midriff, she wears a vest-jacket, without sleeves and with a large collar that she often wears down. The jacket is belted at her ribcage, and reaches down to her hips; a few adjustable belts dot the cream-colored article, for added comfort. The inner lining and pouches on either side are colored a darker brown, almost a clay tone.
She wears a skirt with modesty shorts, dual-toned boots that hug her legs, and a wine-colored pack that is belted to her left thigh, matching the cape that hangs from the back of her left shoulder blade to her calves. Completing the ensemble is a half-sleeve that extends upward from her left wrist halfway to her shoulder, a pauldron upon said shoulder with two neon yellow stripes denoting her former position as Sergeant in the Bodhum Security Regiment of the Guardian Corps, blue gloves with brass knuckles, and two leather armbands decorating her right triceps. One of the bands is shared with her younger sister.
A necklace is clasped around her neck and hangs to the center of her chest, and a navel ring is barely visible, whilst behind her, positioned behind her thighs, is belted the case for her army-issue gunblade.
CHARACTER PERSONALITY"It's not a question of can or can't. Some things in life, you just do."
Birth name Claire, callsign Lightning, by either name the older Farron sister is an enigmatic individual. One might first notice her seemingly-apathetic nature or cold demeanor; in fact, Lightning is not an apathetic or cold person. Simply put, the soldier keeps a very strict segregation between the people she considers close to her, and those who aren't. At times, the woman has some amount of difficulty containing her anger and frustration; when upset, she is prone to snapping or lashing out physically, especially towards those she doesn't like.
Under her stoic shell, "Light" (as she permits people close to her to call her) is a steadfast and tenacious friend who will tell you how it is without sugar-coating. She almost seems to be an embodiment of sheer determination; anything Lightning sets her mind to is accomplished, no matter what the scope. Notably, she seems to have some difficulty with trusting others, especially when it comes to entrusting the care of her younger sister to someone else - Serah means the world to Lightning, and those who would mean to harm her call hell down upon their own heads.
Recently, the young woman has begun to admit other individuals into her space, her unguarded personality having been reserved exclusively for her sister for more than six years. She is a little rusty with close human interaction, but genuinely cares about those she considers her family.
CHARACTER HISTORY"Lightning. It flashes bright, then fades away. It can't protect - it only destroys."
Lightning spent the first fifteen years of her life as the older daughter of a single mother; her father had died when she was still a child. At age fifteen, she and her sister became orphans when her mother passed away as well; having been faced with being separated from her sister, Claire dropped out of secondary education and joined the local division of the Guardian Corps. She moved quickly through the ranks, and by age twenty had become the second-youngest sergeant in the history of the Guardian Corps, the first being Cid Raines.
Nine days before her twenty-first birthday, her younger sister was branded by a Pulse fal'Cie residing in secret in Bodhum's Pulse Vestige, also making her an enemy of the state. However, Lightning isn't told this until her birthday, at which time Serah unveils her engagement to Snow Villiers, a man whom Lightning regards as distasteful, belligerent, and overly friendly. Overwhelmed by the information, Lightning snaps at her sister, and snarks, "worst birthday ever."
It isn't until the following day that she sees her sister again, deep within the Vestige now floating above the Hanging Edge, an abandoned city near the gap of Cocoon's shell. The discovery of the fal'Cie instigates the Purge, legislation passed that allows the ruling body, the Sanctum, to deport all Bodhum civilians to Pulse for their proximity to the Pulse fal'Cie. Though a soldier and thereby exempt from the Purge, Lightning resigns and boards the train in search of her sister. Fighting her way through the military is an arduous task, but eventually Lightning arrives at the Vestige along with four others (including Serah's fiance) just in time to witness her sister's crystallisation. She had fulfilled her Focus as a l'Cie.
Overcome with loss and sorrow, she takes her anger out on Snow, and later the Pulse fal'Cie responsible for branding her sister. In retaliation, Anima curses the Farron woman and her four companions to a life of servitude.
Faced with an uncertain Focus, the promise of deadly measures being taken against them, and in the company of her sister's fiance, an older man, a seemingly-insane young lady, and a wimp of a boy, is too much for Lightning. She formulates a plan to strike out against the government that has mistreated its people so, to kill off innocent civilians and lie to others; this plan is foiled by the realization that the "human" leader of the Sanctum is, in fact, a Cocoon fal'Cie plotting the doom of the planet he rules.
The group, now joined by the woman responsible for the scarring of Cocoon's shell in the War of Transgression, gradually turns into a cohesive unit - almost a type of "family" brought together by the same fate, that Lightning can't help but care for. Together, they are able to circumvent their Focus, which had doomed the planet that four of them had been raised on; the other two members, natives of Gran Pulse, sacrifice themselves to avert the catastrophe of Cocoon crashing into the surface of Pulse, becoming a crystal pillar to hold it aloft for centuries to come.
At least, that was how it was supposed to be.
The grim discovery that their actions and sacrifices had been plainly nullified shakes Lightning. She cannot see Cocoon anywhere on the horizon. But even so, the faint light of hope still burns within her; perhaps, this time, her family won't be torn asunder.
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,
THE IC SECTION
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"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?""... Lightning." She appears deep in thought. "The Distorted World, huh?"
"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?"She raises an eyebrow. "Born and raised on Cocoon... is this Gran Pulse?" "Where did all of the people come from?"
"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?""Really." She appears unaffected. "I'm - I was a soldier." Light clears her throat. "Why does it matter?" (She enjoys strawberries, yogurt, and rain. Her dislikes include public drunkenness, obnoxious behavior, and small dogs.)
"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?"Lightning's expression is vaguely deadpan. "I wouldn't know about that."
"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?""..." Lightning purses her lips. "What do you mean, allied with? I rely on myself, that's it." [Irresolutist]
"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?""Five foot seven." She stares at the interviewer suspiciously.
"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 don't want to know. And no thanks, I'm not one for dates."
"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?""You tell me." [Bhujerba]
"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?""I suppose." She shifts her weight, half-thoughtful and half-irritated.
"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!""... Sounds painful." Shaking her head in mild confusion, Lightning turns and walks away.
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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uptown it's dead now but ,,
THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAMELuvi or Lightning, or your supreme overlord.snrk
ROLEPLAYER AGESixteen.
EXPERIENCESeven years.
PASSWORDCuraja.
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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out here no one seems to care at all ,,
THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLELightning's vision narrowed, and the peculiar feeling of being pushed backwards through the tunnel forming in front of her gripped her limbs. Then everything she saw dissolved into a series of blinking colors, the last of which - the alternate blues and reds of Fang's blood-stained sari - fading into the encroaching darkness.
Thus, time both slowed to a crawl and sped to a breakneck pace, the soldier's instincts dragging her along for the ride as she countered two steps to the left, drawing herself as far out of the attack radius as possible - nevertheless, her own speed did not quite match Fang's speed in Ragnarok form, and the attack caught her lengthwise, sawing a huge blow down her right leg. Blood dripped to the ground, dust catching in the wound, but she didn't feel... anything.
An orange glow obscured her sight when it returned, and Lightning raised her left arm to defend - but Fang - her form returning, and Ragnarok disappearing - spoke.
"Y...Y'know.. I'm glad it was you.."
To throw the soldier off more, her eyesight took that moment to obtain ridiculous clarity - every drop of sweat and blood was accented, and the expression in Fang's tired eyes acute and sharp.
"I'm gonna miss you, Hope ya know.. you should smile more often, you're so damn beautiful when ya do. Damn near stopped my heart when ya smiled once.."
Lightning then understood what the huntress was saying. "Fang-" she tried to cut in, about to pass on comforting words, truthful or not.
The other fell, and Lightning made to catch her - but not fast enough, it seemed, as the huntress landed on her knees. She almost exuded a pure kind of happiness, and Claire's chest tightened.
"Claire Farron, you.. you were the best I ever had. Ya taught me to live again.."
It seemed she couldn't decide whether to smile or cry, but the soldier admonished the huntress gently. "Don't make me hit you. I said I'd get us both out of this. You'll make it. All right?"
And there was the first tear, falling to the ground with a wet thump. The screams and cries of the bloodthirsty crowd around them faded to a dull hum, and Lightning's vision swam, as the soldier wept silently.
But she was still smiling, and her heart tore in two as she grasped Fang's hand as well in return. The dust caked her own knees as she knelt beside the fallen huntress, weapons scattered behind her and cape matted with dirt.
"Light.. I lov-"
Unable to finish the statement, Fang instead pulled Claire down to her level, and expended her remaining strength to kiss the soldier.
Lightning would swear, if she ever had the guts to admit it, that her heart stopped beating at that. With the realisation that Fang was well and truly...
"Night night Sunshine."
Her eyes closed, and her breathing stilled.
One last tear dropped to Fang's forehead as Lightning leaned over the huntress, taking hold of her other hand and folding them delicately over her chest.
"Good night, Fang."
Standing to replace her gunblade in its sheath, and to retrieve Fang's spear, Lightning took the woman's body up in her arms along with her weapon. It was a clumsy maneuver, but she was not to leave the huntress' body here, not in this ring.
Enough fighting. She knew that woman, the one who was in charge, was sitting farther up in the stands. Not deigning to spare her a glance, the soldier hefted Fang's body and took the exit that the guards held open for her, silently, as was her right for being the victor.
The crowds may as well have no voices, for all that she heard them.
Lightning simply left, bruised and bloodied and dusty, drying streaks on her cheeks and her lips still turned up at the corners, eyes dim but sparkling with yet unshed tears.
