Post by larsa on Mar 2, 2012 13:59:56 GMT -5
[/font]Our Solemn Hour
In my darkest hours I could not foresee
[/center]The men of my family, we are taught to place the needs of others before those of our own. I will see that you are kept from harm. It is my duty to House Solidor.
Name: Larsa Ferrinas Solidor
Age: Thirteen
Game: Final Fantasy XII
The tide could turn so fast to this degree
History:
Born the fourth son of House Solidor, Larsa is the last remaining of the blood line and holds his late father's position as Emperor of Archades. During the rebellion of Lady Ashelia and her party, Larsa, eager for coexistence, not only aided her majesty but did his best to sway his brother's means. He made allegiances not only with the Rozarrians but the Jarif and many other smaller cities in his attempt to bring peace to the lands. However, in the end, Larsa had to pull all his courage to stand against his brother and help the rebellion destroy him. In the fight, he lost his warden, Gabranth, though the former of two twins has been replaced by the latter, ex-Captain of Dalmasca: Basch fon Ronsenburg. With tensions still high around the country, Larsa does his best to fix the wrongs of House Solidor and, with his allegiance to Dalmasca and her queen, bring tranquility to the land.
Weapons:
A rapier named Joyeuse that was given to him from his late elder brother.
Magic:
Trained by the very best to be a valuable asset to the Solidors, Larsa is highly efficient in not only white magicks, but black as well. He dabbles a bit in the other aspects and has a few technicks under his belt as well.
Summons:
None.
Can't believe my eyes how can you be so blind
Role Play Sample:
She counts the days on a wall covered in grime, striking tally marks through the dirt with a stone. The rain doesn't touch here so the marks remain. The rain doesn't touch here so she's constantly reminded how long it's been. She has never been away from her family for so long. Her sorrow for her deceased parents has become a dull numb over her mind and the ache for her brother sits at the base of her skull like a constant headache. I'M ALIVE. FIND ME, KODA. I'M ALIVE. FIND ME, KODA. Sometimes it makes her sick. Mostly though, it just makes her much more likely to act on her anger.
There's no way off this world and as far as she can tell -- as far as she can feel -- her brother is not here. Koda tries to ignore that pang of rage and fear that sends to her gut. Maybe she just has to wait for everything to die.
Koda lets the thought sink in for a long moment before she blinks the glaze over her eyes away. She lifts her head, inhales, exhales, and climbs to her feet. And then her eyes harden. In the glow of the colored lights around her, the gray of her iris's seems to suck in the greens and blues and swirl into a color that, generations ago, might have been called mako.
I'M ALIVE.
But then she jerks forward, and the color is gone, leaving gray, just gray. She runs from her shitty excuse for shelter in some nasty back alley and she's grabbing the railing and vaulting over it. She lands without her natural grace and the Heartless, the ones she could feel while buried in her alleyway, turn toward her hungrily. She's not afraid. She's too angry to be afraid. If anyone in this town knows she exists, it's in this form: burning with rage and looking for a fight. When the Heartless appear, she's there and what they perceive as heroics is only Koda venting the loss of her family, her home, her brother, her everything. (FIND ME, KODA.) And now, Koda is not quiet. She looses her control and her rage sounds to the sky, echoing through the district in a incoherent shout.
She swings, the serrated edge of her blade tearing through the closest Heartless. They are too stupid to recognize what a threat she is. One by one, they step forward to the slaughter house that she has become.
WHERE ARE YOU?
There's no way off this world and as far as she can tell -- as far as she can feel -- her brother is not here. Koda tries to ignore that pang of rage and fear that sends to her gut. Maybe she just has to wait for everything to die.
Koda lets the thought sink in for a long moment before she blinks the glaze over her eyes away. She lifts her head, inhales, exhales, and climbs to her feet. And then her eyes harden. In the glow of the colored lights around her, the gray of her iris's seems to suck in the greens and blues and swirl into a color that, generations ago, might have been called mako.
I'M ALIVE.
But then she jerks forward, and the color is gone, leaving gray, just gray. She runs from her shitty excuse for shelter in some nasty back alley and she's grabbing the railing and vaulting over it. She lands without her natural grace and the Heartless, the ones she could feel while buried in her alleyway, turn toward her hungrily. She's not afraid. She's too angry to be afraid. If anyone in this town knows she exists, it's in this form: burning with rage and looking for a fight. When the Heartless appear, she's there and what they perceive as heroics is only Koda venting the loss of her family, her home, her brother, her everything. (FIND ME, KODA.) And now, Koda is not quiet. She looses her control and her rage sounds to the sky, echoing through the district in a incoherent shout.
She swings, the serrated edge of her blade tearing through the closest Heartless. They are too stupid to recognize what a threat she is. One by one, they step forward to the slaughter house that she has become.
WHERE ARE YOU?
How did you find us: proboards support
Custom title: little PRINCE
Codeword: Time Gate
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