Post by Firion on Sept 5, 2010 16:38:27 GMT -5
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Name: Firion
Age: 18
Which game are you from: Final Fantasy II
Weapons/Abilities: Over the course of his involvement with the Wild Rose Rebellion, Firion gained mastery over a variety of weapons. He carries a sword, bow, axe, knife (with rope attachment), spear, and shield. He is also a proficient bare-handed fighter. In addition he has knowledge of Fira, Thundara, Blizzara, and Cura. He can also use the legendary spell from the Mysidian Tower, Ultima, but doing so drains much of his magic reserves.
Eidolons/ Summons: N/A
♥I Ain't Gonna Live Forever♥[/size]
History:
Firion was born in the small town of Salamand, but has few memories of his time there. His birth parents passed away early in his life, and he was taken in by a loving couple in Fynn. Sadly, this home was not intended to last either. Palamecia’s lust for conquest soon brought invasion to the kingdom’s doorstep, and Firion was forced to flee the burning capitol in the company of his three close friends Maria, Leon, and Guy. They did not get far, and all four were struck down by a small squad of the Palamecian Army. Death was not to be his fate though, and the now orphaned youth awoke in Altair along with Guy and Maria. They soon discovered that they were in the secret headquarters of the Wild Rose Rebellion, led by Fynn’s own Princess Hilda. With no home to return to, they prove their worth and join the rebel army.
From then on Firion and his companions are cast into a battle of liberty and loss. They strike many blows against the Empire; locating mythril to be used in weapons, killing the traitorous Borghen, destroying the Dreadnought airship, and even rescuing Hilda from Palamecian custody following her capture. On the other hand they were show further brutality in war. The wounded prince of Fynn died before their very eyes, and several other companions perished for their cause. They witnessed firsthand the empty kingdom of Deist, laid bare by the machinations of Emperor Mateus Palamecia. They even found themselves pitted against the missing Leon, who had become one of Mateus’s trusted generals.
The Emperor is finally struck down, and it seems as though the war is won. However, in little time at all he returns from the depths of Hell itself, having been crowned its king. With the world now at stake, Firion leads his band into the farthest reaches of Pandaemonium; the castle that acts as the seat of Hell. There they encounter the demonic Mateus one final time and slay him in a climactic battle, ultimately bringing a decisive end to the conflict of his world.
Likes:
Independence
Peace
Motivating others
Standing up for the wronged
Roses
Dreams
Dislikes:
Conflict
Death
Oppression
Injustice
Tyrants
Fears: Not a legitimate fear per say, but Firion gets....uncomfortable around flirty girls. It’s not that he can’t talk to women; Leila is proof enough of that. But he tends to squirm when they get too straightforward and open.
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RP Sample:
He was falling.
Before his hazy eyes, everything seemed to slow to a crawl. He could make out the individual flecks of blood as they flew from the gash on his upper body. He saw the still bodies of Maria and Guy, his friends, not too far from his own position. He witnessed Leon, wounded as he was, continue to do battle with the superior Dark Knights. Was this it? Would Firion die here, unable to save a single person? Unable to help those dear to him? Already the ground grew closer, lit with the orange of the blazing Fynn at his back. He didn’t want to abandon Leon. He would fight to the bitter end! But....so tired.....
He remained conscious maybe ten seconds after hitting the grass. His eyes rolled shut as his precious bodily fluids seeped out onto the ground. Was this the end then?
He jolted awake in a wholly knew location. Somewhat confused, Firion propped his upper body and did his best to sit up. The room was without windows, or any other features for that matter, save a single circle in chalk that he lay in the center of. Where was he? Blinking, he realized that his body did not ache. Pulling back his upper garment he was surprised to see that he had not even a scar from his wound. How? He was certain that the Dark Knight had hit something vital, and yet he sat here now without a scratch to show for it.
Staggering to his feet, Firion made for the door. Perhaps he could find answers beyond it. And indeed he would, along with the Wild Rose Rebellion.
How did you find us: I know Ciel (for some reason.)
Custom Title: Champion of the Rose
Anything else you want to shout out: Lala gives lapdances for chocolate milk. Just saying.
Password: Fly free, like the
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