& Some nights I stay up.. [Fang - XIII]

[OERBA YUN FANG |]

grey skies & light fading ,,



"Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win...

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know..."

THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAME

Oerba Yun Fang

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

To begin to describe Fang one may call her dated, or primitive simply from her garb. Starting from the top down, a mess of tousled black hair sits atop her skull framing an oval shaped face. Within her hair she has several small braids, one easily seen behind her left ear. Set in her skull are a pair of playful emerald eyes that are constantly looking about, analyzing the area in which she stands in. Her skin is fair and tanned, from her time in the sun and fields of Gran Pulse. The bronzed huntress stands at a solid five feet eight inches, a bit on the taller side for women.

Her body is curved and quite obviously female, but not to the extent of a model. Tightly corded and toned muscle stretches and bends with the movements of the woman, showing she is muscular but more on the toned side instead of a woman with muscle mass. Some noticeable things about the woman are a faded out, white l'Cie brand on her shoulder, as well as many scars; most faded out from fights in her past as a child in Oerba. However most strikingly on her left shoulder sits a large tattoo that stretches from the top of her arm and at it's tip almost goes to her elbow. Fang would tell you it was simply of a behemoth skull, but it seems to have more value to her than simply a tattoo.

As for her garb, Fang sticks out like a sore thumb in most crowds. A sapphire sari draped over her body, possibly made of some sort of silk gives the huntress a look of grace and beauty, but it also shows off the confidence that Fang exudes. Under the sari are a pair of shorts and a black tank top that cover the huntress to an acceptable level. On her back is her prized possession, a crimson red and gold spear that has been by her side for years and years, something she'd loved since she got her hands on it when she was sixteen.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

To talk about Fang's personality is a thing of complexity. On the outside shes a flirtatious woman who loves a good joke and good companionship. Friendly faces are things she loves, and tends to welcome into her life easily. She's an outwardly simple woman who appreciates the simple things in life, such as a walk in the wilderness, or an awesome hunt, it's who she is. If you were to peel apart the layers though, you'd see a woman who's a wayward soul. Life had never been concrete, so things in her life she doesn't treat as permanent.

Fang has two true loves in her life, her family and her home. They are all she really finds to be what she wants to preserve. And it shows in action; she'll risk her life and limb to keep her family and Gran Pulse safe. Deeper than that you'd find what drives the woman to what she does. Her motivation is her parents, are the people she ended up killing in her failure to finish her first focus. Her motivation is those five other l'Cie who took her into their family group and gave her and Vanille a chance. She's a deeply driven woman and stubborn to boot. So, if you challenge this woman on her beliefs, be ready for an argument of a lifetime, and dealing with perhaps the most stubborn woman on the face of Gran Pulse.

Furthermore, she's a caring woman, if anyone were to be injured she'd stop and carry you to wherever you need to go to be treated. (as her medical skills aren't exactly the best). All in all shes a happy woman who enjoys simplistic things, but, she also is a deeply driven woman who will do what she has to, to find and keep her friends and family safe. Suffice to say, it may be good to keep yourself on Fang's good side.

CHARACTER HISTORY

Fang was born Five hundred years ago to be exact, 500 long years she was a child dancing upon the shores of the seaside nation. Fang doesn't remember her family very well.. most of it foggy, like a half remembered song, she did remember her mother, a tall strong woman, with a sweet nature, that nurtured her daughter during the short time they were together. Her Father, a man with a mean sense of humor, and a way with words, raised Fang to stay steadfast in her beliefs no matter what happened. However as they raised their daughter, it was evident of a few things, she was definitely not a girlie girl. (something her father took pride in), and she had a knack for hunting like you wouldn't believe. Her father had taken her on her first hunt when she was seven years old. Fang had just learned how to wield a small bladed spear. Hunting small game, she was able to bring home all kinds of small kills to help feed her village. However, that simple happiness didn't last long.

One night when the girl had turned ten there was a line of torches and lights coming towards the village as she fell asleep, unawares of the horror that they'd bring. That night she was awoken to the sound of fighting downstairs, and gunfire outside. Her room felt hot, as if.. The girl would look around and see outside just below her window flames were licking up the side of her home. Terrified she screamed and ran looking for her parents, only to find a pair of bodies butchered and left on the floor. The only way out for the girl was the underground exit to the ocean. She ran, terrified and unable to really comprehend what happened. Fang ran and ran, she ran until her feet were bleeding and blistered, she ran until deydration caused her to pass out. There happened to be a hunting party nearby from a village in the mountains known as Oerba, whom found the girl with her mother's spear in hand curled up in the dusty ground. They lifted her with their kill to the village, where the orphan matron took her in. But, they took that red lance and stored it away, providing Fang with one of lesser value.

Living in the orphanage wasn't so bad, Fang has many fond memories of her childhood here. This is where she met her little sister and, Vanille was always at her side helping her hunt, or fish or just there to go on a walk with her. Years passed, and her prowess in combat with a bladed lance only got better, there was a lance master that lived in the village and trained prospective warriors. He didn't think Fang could measure up due to gender, but slowly as he watched her grow up, he watched her develop a close combat style that proved to be lethal time and time again. In the village she excelled in any and all duties for women, which is where she gained a serious soft spot for children. Besides being with Vanille all the time, When a mother in the village needed someone to watch kids, Fang always volunteered unless of course she was off on a hunt. The life in this village was quite fine, she lived simply, and the horrors of her home almost forgotten.

By her eighteenth birthday she was sent out on a test. A test that all hunters in the village were sent off to do. Bring back a behemoth. Now mind you these beasts have a very foul temper, exceedingly foul to be exact. Fang, being over confident, was quite selective of her target. She didn't want an easy fight. She was going to show up those people whom thought they were the best hunters. Finding the largest male behemoth was easy, his colors were different than the pale green of the others. This behemoth was a navy blue color with a red belly. She smirked. This was her target. Sneaking up on the large animal she went in for the kill. However the behemoth saw her and reared up, roaring savagely. A predatory glint could be seen in Fang's eyes as the fight began. The escort team that was sent with her stood a safe distance away, knowing they by right could not interfere.

The minutes seemed like hours as the battle between the behemoth and Fang was drawing to a close. Fang, worn out and possessing two deep gashes on her right arm, and the behemoth which was about to collapse from sheer exertion stared each other down. The Behemoth collapsed and Fang gave the finishing blow. Her escort team and witnesses were shocked, they'd need more help to transport the behemoth to the village. News spread like wildfire and soon a team of twenty men assisted in the transport of the large beast back to the village. Fang, walked rather triumphantly beside her kill.. but she looked at her now broken lance. The village cheered with the huntress's return and the lance master stared rather shocked. Seeing the broken lance, he walked up to the successful huntress and told her to follow him. She complied and ended up with a finely crafted Red lance, the blades curling around each other like two dragons. She smirked, this was the weapon she'd been waiting for.

Later that night, Fang was met by the leader of the village whom announced her as an official huntress, and months passing then she became the head huntress of the village. With that honor came a tattoo, that tattoo marked her as the huntress of that Village for the rest of her life. Vanille was ecstatic for the honor bestowed upon her sister, and Fang well.. Fang smiled and gave the younger girl a hug. The two sisters.. well adopted sisters had taken similar names, to represent their bond. Vanille was 15 at that time, and soon enough it was Vanille's turn for her hunt. Vanille hunted successfully, and it was that next year her life was flipped upside down.

The first Focus ;; Fang and Vanille had gone for a Walk, out in uncharted territory, however that walk ended up in the den of a Fal'cie. The two ended up marked, with the focus of destroying the enemy of that Fal'cie. unfortunately, when the woman came back with the mark of a l'cie the village was in shock. Fang, not even knowing what the heck a l'cie or Fal'cie or anything of the sort was, out of instinct to keep Vanille safe consulted the Village's head. From there the she was informed of what a l'cie was. shocked that she and Vanille had been chosen for such a task, the two left the village, with bids of luck and sad farewells. Fang personally however walked to the orphanage, and with one last hug goodbye from the matron she listened to the final words the motherly woman whom had raised her, and helped her become the strong woman she was now..

"Im proud of you. You've become a wonderful woman. Please take care of Vanille and yourself."

Fang was given a necklace from the matron, that matched the earrings she wore. The necklace's pendant was in the shape of a Fang and made from the same iridescent purple stone that her earrings were made from. With one last look at the Village the two set off to complete their focus. It was there while they were out on their own that the two became acquainted with the eidolons that would be their own for the rest of their time as l'cie. Bahamut, a beast of pure brute force, and a symbol of the woman's pent up frustration and wish to be free. That dragon like creature became a sense of support, and the same for Vanille. As the two journeyed on and finally came to the enemy of the Fal'cie that marked them, it seemed the fates intervened at the last second, and they slowly became Crystallized. Fang held Vanille for dear life as she watched herself and her younger counterpart become crystal.

Crystal Sleep isnt like normal sleep. Fang would tell you. Your heart and body still functioned, and the crystal gave you all the life energy that you would need. In this period of five hundred years, Fang held Vanille close to her heart, in the dreams her subconscious mind conjured. It was here that Fang realized that there was something for Vanille that she felt that wasn't just a casual friendship, Vanille was family. It was here when she began to will herself to wake up.. It took a while.. but the moment she felt the crystal fall away from her body.. She and Vanille went out to explore the world that they'd woken up in. Finding out they were on Cocoon, well, Fang decided it'd be time to go and mess with the local fal'Cie. In doing so, their actions caused a series of events that lead to the huntress meeting Lightning Farron, Sazh, and Snow Villiers. They became her new family, even if the people she once loved and cared for were now dust, she had a new family.

And that ragtag group of l'Cie became a force to be reckoned with, defying the fate given to them and saving Gran Pulse and Cocoon from destruction. Well, that's what Fang thought as she turned back into crystal. But, now, waking up in the distorted world, she'd realized something happened, and now without Vanille or rather, anyone to back her up the huntress is on the.. hunt for the lost members of her Cocoonian family.

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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?"

"Hnnng?" She'd rub her head and grumble "I feel like a behemoth trampled on my head." Looks around "Wa-Where in the maker's name am I? Vanille? Vanille?!" stands up and shakily begins to walk off to look for her compatriot

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

"Oh, yer following me? I'm from a place called Gran Pulse, which.. this place is definitely is not."

"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?"

"I was a soldier and protector for my village back home. Since then I've been a bit of a drifter, Cocoonian society is weird." She'd pause and think, "Likes? My family, a good brawl, and good conversation. And dislikes? Uh.." She'd trail off obviously not used to talking about herself this much.

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

"Glad ya like whatcha see." She'd wink

"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?"

"Heh. I'm just a simple survivor looking for my family." She'd laugh quietly

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

"Yes, I have my reasons. And why do you wanna know? I'm about average for a Pulsian woman."

"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 may not discriminate on gender, but apologies, I ain't looking, at least right now." she'd grin sheepishly, obviously unused to being asked out, and on the same note saying no.

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

"I can't tell ya where we are, but I can tell you we're not on Gran Pulse."

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

"Perhaps, but I got little time to be messing around, I gotta find Vanille and everyone else."

"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!"

"Wait wha-" She'd back away, slightly comically and continue jogging in whatever direction she thought Vanille would be in.

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uptown it's dead now but ,,

THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAME

Fang, or Dannie

ROLEPLAYER AGE

19

EXPERIENCE

8-9 roleplaying.

PASSWORD

Fang doesnt know how to use curaja!

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out here no one seems to care at all ,,

THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE

Fang had always been a bit curious of the temple within Seriyu, maybe it was because she had never been a particularly spiritual woman that she wanted to see what this place was like, about, and what not. She had been raised by her parents to the age of eight to respect nature, and it would come back to give you riches beyond the imagination. Be thankful to the maker for the bounties that he provides to us, was what she had lived with for eight years, however since the death of her parents and the death of the life she used to know five hundred years past.. She thanked the maker for keeping Vanille, and herself safe, and out of the Fal'cie's grasp. Maybe it was the whispers of her past lives, the tunes of a broken childhood that brought her here, to perhaps speak to her parents once again before she was thrust back into the world where one must fight to survive.

She approached the solemn place with a very placid attitude, her calm was unnatural. However she did know when to be her jovial and teasing self, and when to calm her actions to pay respects to whomever she pleased. The path to the temple was quite clear cut, and the village was a ways behind her. She wasn't in the temple but she wasnt not on its grounds. On her back her staff had been placed in what she nicknamed its safe mode, the blades folded inwards so she wouldnt hurt herself or accidentally poke anyone else. Around her the woods were a deathly quiet, it seemed that not even a mouse rustled a leaf in this part of the woodland nation. The huntress walked in silent contemplation of what she had seen and done in the last five hundred years. She was a former l'cie, that had awoken to a world torn by a dictatorship, and her homeland in Genbu had been albeit flattened. Then the home she had here was also now occupied..

With age comes wisdom as the elders in the village that she once called home told her. She certainly was wise to the human nature and how fickle humans like herself were. As she drew nearer to the temple she could faintly smell incense burning, and hear faintly the chants of the people within rising and falling in pitch. The temple was a place of solitude to think and repent. Fang had nothing to repent for when all she had, was taken from her by the Fal'cie and natures wrath. The only thing she had currently from the lives before was the spear she carried with her no matter where she went, and the clothes on her back. Running her fingers through her hair she smiled. Vanille knew both sides she had, the outgoing and rather flirtatious individual who ended up making as many friends as she did enemies, and the adult side of her that was wise beyond her years. And as she stepped onto the temples grounds she had assumed the adult persona so few would see.

Curiosity had brought the woman here, would she find what she was looking for? Closure? Reassurance? Hell Fang didnt know what she was looking for here, all she did know was that she was drawn here for some subconscious reason that she didnt even understand. Vanille had gone someplace, she didnt know where, apparently towards a school on an island that was rather far from her locale. Maybe she was here to put a few good words in for Vanille, and hope to god Vanille was safe and sound. The jade eyed huntress never showed it, but she worried like any other human being, especially for Vanille. Despite the fact that Vanille was more than capable of finding her way around places, it never eased the woman's worry about her pigtailed compatriot. Finding a small room that the guards within the temple had allowed her in, she looked around..

The temple was.. oddly enough rather beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. Emerald orbs took in the sight in silence before she knelt before an altar as many before her did. Her thoughts drifted from one thing to the next, Hey mom, dad, if ya'll can hear me up there, I'm doin' okay. Can ya believe I've been around for five hundred years and still kickin'? Heh, never thought your daughter would be that good of a survivor eh? Fang rarely spoke of her parents, the people who gave her the fundamental beliefs she carried with her to this day. The people who taught her the base of wrong and right and to stand up for what she believes is true, because if you dont stand up, who will? The huntress chuckled a bit as she continued her inner monologue, After you guys passed, I ran from the village all the way to this place.. Seriyu its called. I met someone at the orphanage I stayed in that has become my best friend.. and sister to me. Her name is Vanille. Maybe one day you'll get to meet her..

Fang picked her head up and stood up at the sound of another person arriving within the temple. Footfalls she could hear outside of the small room inside that she had been allowed access to. Not sure as to why something that minor would interrupt her thought process, she stood and looked outside the room. From what she could hear of the soft voices, the newcomer was a male. Fang smirked, and turned back around to give her best to Vanille.. somehow. Vanille, wherever you are right now, Im here in Seriyu, a rather nice place if you dont mind the quiet and noise fluctuations. Its almost like our old home, heh, when we find each other again I'll have to re-introduce you to an old friend. Remember Lightning? Heh, I found her a few mornings ago, at the local tavern picking out missions like I do now. Either way Vanille, wherever you may be I'll always be there.. keep that in mind

The huntress finished her inner dialogue with whatever being may be up there in the sky as she heard the footfalls stop. The black haired huntress didnt bother to turn her head, as she murmured to whomever it was with a rather amused tone, "Nice ta 'ave some company in here" allowing an all to familiar expression press its way onto her features she grinned before picking up her staff and then finally turning to acknowledge the new presence.


---- Taken from ffaxiiirp.proboards.com

[Lightning Farron |]

Well, looks good. Only thing I can say is a slight weirdness in her history - as Anima was the fal'Cie guardian of Oerba, it seems odd that she wouldn't have heard of fal'Cie or l'Cie.
Everything else checks out, and that's just a little nitpicky thing, therefore you are...

approved !

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