Post by sirauron on Sept 23, 2011 16:45:52 GMT -5
Character Name: Auron (Sir Auron, to some, even if I do hate titles, haha.)
Appearance: Auron wears a deep red haori with blue lining, kept closed with a thick, black and blue strap with two brown belts wrapped around it. Auron tucks his left arm into the front of his haori, making it look as though his arm is in a sling. He removes his left arm from his haori when fighting, but his right arm remains in its sleeve.
Auron wears a brown shoulder pad on his left shoulder that is intricately decorated with tan, green and blue patterns, with a beaded ornament dangling from it. He wears black pants and shoes, the latter of which have brown straps and triangular metal plating. Auron wears a black shirt with a gray collar with intersecting brown straps that is high enough to cover his mouth. His long hair is dark black with gray streaks and is held back by a gold ribbon, and he seems to have some stubble on his chin.
There is a large scar over the right half of Auron's face and over his eye, which is constantly shut as a result. His left eye is amber colored. On his right hip, Auron carries a jug with the word "Nog" written on it (in Spiran script), a term used to describe a number of beverages, including rum.
Description courtesy of: finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Auron
Personality: The typical stoic/silent type, only speaking up when something important needs to be said. Fiercely protective of his friends and loyal to those who have earned his trust. Samurai-like (Ronin) in his demeanor, he follows the code of the Bushido, slaying his opponents with his superior sword skills. His humor is virtually non-existant, dry wit dominating what little he has, and tends to be serious about most everything he does.
Class: Fighter
Roleplay Sample: Peaceful, quiet, warm. These were the feelings that the ronin had as he walked along the Farplane, his arm slung in its typical fashion inside his haori. His sunglasses were of no obstruction to his view, the dead not really needing light to see anyway inside this place. Thoughts of those who were left behind in the world of the living swirled through his head, making him wonder if the daughter of Braska was alright after he had been Sent. These thoughts and many others had gone through his head a million times, never answered as there was no one who could tell him the truth about what had happened afterward. As his memories moved on and shifted focus he thought back to his days with Lord Braska and Jecht, the patient and wise Summoner and the overconfident man that either would not or could not keep quiet about anything….least of all himself. While he had been skeptical at first of the man’s abilities and devotion to the Pilgrimage he had eventually learned that Jecht was in ample supply of both, becoming friends with the stoic swordsman during their travels.
Another face surfaced during this time, one that had caused him both trouble and lent him aid when it was least expected. The Blue Flame of Bevelle, Enzeru. A female summoner who came around now and again, and always seemed to be in competition with Lord Braska for who would get to Sin first. Such a foolish game to play….Yevon had fooled them all into thinking it was a great honor to be the Summoner that brought about the Calm. The foul creatures methods wasted the lives of thousands, instead of having it done the right way it sought to ensure that Sin would return again and again to terrorize the people. His anger rose as he thought about how his two closest friends had wasted their lives for such a thing, and was thankful that the young female summoner had failed in her mission to get there first. An old dog like him could die and the world wouldn’t blink an eye, but to lose youth when it is in its prime is a damned shame….
WC 367
[To be continued as my first post, stay tuned if you are interested ]
Appearance: Auron wears a deep red haori with blue lining, kept closed with a thick, black and blue strap with two brown belts wrapped around it. Auron tucks his left arm into the front of his haori, making it look as though his arm is in a sling. He removes his left arm from his haori when fighting, but his right arm remains in its sleeve.
Auron wears a brown shoulder pad on his left shoulder that is intricately decorated with tan, green and blue patterns, with a beaded ornament dangling from it. He wears black pants and shoes, the latter of which have brown straps and triangular metal plating. Auron wears a black shirt with a gray collar with intersecting brown straps that is high enough to cover his mouth. His long hair is dark black with gray streaks and is held back by a gold ribbon, and he seems to have some stubble on his chin.
There is a large scar over the right half of Auron's face and over his eye, which is constantly shut as a result. His left eye is amber colored. On his right hip, Auron carries a jug with the word "Nog" written on it (in Spiran script), a term used to describe a number of beverages, including rum.
Description courtesy of: finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Auron
Personality: The typical stoic/silent type, only speaking up when something important needs to be said. Fiercely protective of his friends and loyal to those who have earned his trust. Samurai-like (Ronin) in his demeanor, he follows the code of the Bushido, slaying his opponents with his superior sword skills. His humor is virtually non-existant, dry wit dominating what little he has, and tends to be serious about most everything he does.
Class: Fighter
Roleplay Sample: Peaceful, quiet, warm. These were the feelings that the ronin had as he walked along the Farplane, his arm slung in its typical fashion inside his haori. His sunglasses were of no obstruction to his view, the dead not really needing light to see anyway inside this place. Thoughts of those who were left behind in the world of the living swirled through his head, making him wonder if the daughter of Braska was alright after he had been Sent. These thoughts and many others had gone through his head a million times, never answered as there was no one who could tell him the truth about what had happened afterward. As his memories moved on and shifted focus he thought back to his days with Lord Braska and Jecht, the patient and wise Summoner and the overconfident man that either would not or could not keep quiet about anything….least of all himself. While he had been skeptical at first of the man’s abilities and devotion to the Pilgrimage he had eventually learned that Jecht was in ample supply of both, becoming friends with the stoic swordsman during their travels.
Another face surfaced during this time, one that had caused him both trouble and lent him aid when it was least expected. The Blue Flame of Bevelle, Enzeru. A female summoner who came around now and again, and always seemed to be in competition with Lord Braska for who would get to Sin first. Such a foolish game to play….Yevon had fooled them all into thinking it was a great honor to be the Summoner that brought about the Calm. The foul creatures methods wasted the lives of thousands, instead of having it done the right way it sought to ensure that Sin would return again and again to terrorize the people. His anger rose as he thought about how his two closest friends had wasted their lives for such a thing, and was thankful that the young female summoner had failed in her mission to get there first. An old dog like him could die and the world wouldn’t blink an eye, but to lose youth when it is in its prime is a damned shame….
WC 367
[To be continued as my first post, stay tuned if you are interested ]