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 Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 2:14 am
The purpose of this thread is to help develop/flesh out your characters, with the use of short stories.
This is not a thread for you to RP directly in. Meaning, don’t RP like you’re baring your soul to a crowd of people. This thread is more like a public log of your characters memories.Writing StyleThe style you write your story is up to you. It’s you own style. But here are a few ideas just in case. Diary A Today, I was woken by my alarm clock. I responded by pounding it with my fist and going back to sleep. Log B 8:30am, alarm goes off 8:31am, I punch alarm clock 8:32am, I roll over and go back to sleep Third person C She lies sound asleep until the alarm scream wake her. Annoyed she silences it with her fist. Before fall back to a deep sleep.
I’ve posted the first story about my character. Please use it as an example. But remember you don’t have to mimic mine. Write your story the way you want to write it and more importantly enjoy it.<>Just thought to make things more interesting you could do collaboration story. If you do please try to keep the facts accurate when both are present. Example, D I left home early this morning. I arrived in the town center and sat wait by the statue in the main square. I got there with plenty of time to spare. But E didn't turn up til really late, which was a bit annoying. E this morning i was meant to meet up with D in town but i over slept. I finally got there she was sitting by the statue. but she didn't look happy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 2:18 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 2:20 am
A reminiscing Shirow I was 5 years old when I was enlisted into Garden, Galbadia Garden. My earliest memory is of the first place I stayed, Timber’s Orphanage. And things started early one Sunday morning, what seems like a long time ago. For no particular reason, I woke early that day. As I headed down the stairs that day I over heard the owners discussing the money problems they were having. It turned out the government had cut its budget to be used to help orphanages. And our orphanage was to close and they were deciding who to send to the newly built Garden. As there weren’t many of us, they were only able to adopt a few of us the rest of us would have to be sent to Garden. And as I was one of the old they had I would have to be sent there. I then remember when I finally got to the bottom of the stairs. They finally noticed me, and they knew I had heard everything. I tried to be brave, I believed I was a “big girl” and I accepted their decision. The following week I was taken to the Galbadia Garden. It was really busy with a lot of new kids being enlisted. The last thing Uncle Joe told me was, “You’ll have a better life now, Sweetdums.” He then patted on the head, I wanted to speak. Tell him I didn’t want to go but the words wouldn’t come out. An before I knew it I was ushered into the Galbadia clutching my little case. I remember clearly watching him standing there as I disappeared into Garden. The next memory I had, was off the fancy layout of everything. Begin raised in Timber you’re not use to the cool, sleek look of the interior of Garden. So, alittle taken back it wasn’t long before I realise I was all alone now. To a little child that I was, it was really scary, I wanted to cry but I didn’t want to make a scene. Then I’m greeted by a young girl with white hair not much older than myself at the time. “Hi, I’m Ivy. I’ll be your buddy.” She cheerfully claimed. At the time I was wondering what she meant. Galbadia has this buddy system in place so; when you first enlist you are paired off with another student who is a "buddy". You tend to share the same dorm room your buddy. Galbadia dorm rooms are single gender and double bunk. So, the chances are your buddy would sleep above or below your bunk. My buddy was called Ivy, someone who would eventually become my best friend and more. She saw my unease and she gently takes me somewhere quieter, our dorm room. The others have already dropped their things of and were probably being given the tour. Ivy could tell I wasn’t ready for that just yet. Instead she sat me down on my bunk, hers the upper bunk. Each bunk had a drop down curtain I guess to add give each student a little privacy from time to time. She spoke gently to me but I would just silently look at her as if to reply. Instead of getting annoyed at my unsociable behaviour, she would just smile and laugh it off. She talked about Garden and what she thought of the place. She spent that whole first day by my side talking, smiling, and laughing. At any other time it would have been fun; but I was too far gone into depression. That night, the emotions I had bottled up started to break free. Tears ran down my face as I cried into the pillow. No-one heard me, well all except for one girl, Ivy. She crept into my bunk and sat beside me. At first she didn’t say a thing instead she put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She’d whisper to me, “Shh.. it’s be ok.”. But I couldn’t stop the tears. I cried myself to sleep that night with Ivy comforting me. I woke to see her still holding onto me. I was so surprised to see her still there. When we went to breakfast Ivy sat beside me, she didn’t utter a word today. Then out of the blue she spoke, “I’m just like you.” She then begins to talk about herself. The deep personal stuff you keep away from others. She was telling me, she hardly knew me but she continued. Listened to her words intensely, I’m not sure if it’s what she said or the way she said it. But that moment, I felt like I was home again. The previous day I had lost my appetite and ate a fraction of what I’d normally eat. But at that moment I felt hungry again. I eat my breakfast in front of me like I hadn’t eaten in months. The next few days I couldn’t help feeling sad I missed the orphanage I called home for so long. But Ivy was always there by my side to comfort me. I know for those first few days I didn’t say one word. But then one morning, I spoke my first words to her. “Good morning. My name’s Shirow.” She smiles before replying, “Welcome home.” Welcome home, just two words but coming from her at that moment. It felt right, it wasn’t long after that we became the best of friends and eventually more. But those are stories for another time.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 11:44 am
((Awesome idea!!! XDXD I'll do mine ASAP ^_^))
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 2:58 am
((Edited for current story changes))
THE BEGINNING
Due to the constantly growing presence of my Guardian Force Bastet, (Without my consent, mind you), I have decided to document my memories… and even though there are things that I would clearly rather forget, I have decided that it would be best for my sake to document it all. So, I guess I’ll start at the beginning.
I was born in a small sea-side town called Dollet, (which, due to its communication tower, has grown in population since I lived there.) My mother, Ariya, was a singer in a local tavern; apparently she was quite the local star. My father Bieran, was a fisherman. But despite his humble career, he was a skilled swordsman. He began teaching me to use a sword when I was three.
Shortly after I had turned six, Galbadia invaded Dollet, probably to use the communication tower. It happened again several times after, but this particular time changed my life. I don’t remember much, as I was young, and it was a very traumatic experience, but I’ll try my best to describe the flashes of memory that do remain.
I remember sitting by a warm fire. It was nighttime, and the town was hauntingly silent. My mother was sewing something, and humming a tune quietly while I played. Then I remember my father being there, scooping me up into his arms and squeezing me protectively. He said some hushed words to my mother, and told her to go into the cellar, and then passed me into her arms. My father kissed my forehead, and then left the house, locking he door behind him. My mother turned off all the lights and took me to the cellar. I remember being frightened. My mother hushed me and told me it was alright, but I can clearly remember the fear in her eyes as she clutched me tight to her chest. The next thing I remember was a lot of noise… screaming, explosions, gunfire, and then a lot of smoke. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see.
The next thing I remember was waking up in the local clinic. I was alone and afraid, and everything was so white. That was the first time I heard a voice in my head. I thought I had gone insane, and I recall pulling at my hair and tearing it out, hoping it would stop the voice. A doctor stopped me, explaining that I had somehow junctioned a Guardian Force, and that is what was talking inside my head. I was then told that my father had been killed protecting the city, and my mother had died when our house was set on fire. She had broken the tiny window in the cellar and pushed me through, but it was much too small for her fit through. She had saved my life. I cried and cried. I was all alone. I had no other relatives, and nobody to take me in. Who would want to take in a depressed child who had recently and mysteriously junctioned a powerful Guardian Force, who, by the way, had no idea how to control it?
So the doctor at the clinic contacted his sister, who was a faculty member at Trabia Garden. She agreed to talk to the headmaster, and I was sent to Trabia a week later.
TRABIA GARDEN
My first week at Trabia was spent locked in my room. I was barely six years old, I had just lost my parents, and I had a voice in my head, and nobody seemed to be able to identify or help me control said GF. After a while, I started taking classes and making friends. My principle weapon is a sword, which I was trained on almost immediately. When I was about 15, I decided to take up the nunchaku as well, which proved to be a wise decision. Over time, I learned to control my GF, whose name I learned was “Bastet”, and when I gained the power of Shiva at age 16, it helped me all the more. I finally got a feel for junctioning and un-junctioning Guardian Forces. I have never been able to fully un-junction Bastet, but at least I can stop her from chatting in my head and influencing my thoughts.
You see, ever since I gained her, she has had quite the effect on me. Her personality is very prominent, and her opinions often interfere with my own. Most of the time I can suppress her influences, but when I am in a weakened state, she tends to enjoy manipulating my mind. It often happens after I summon her, causing me to drastically change my personality. It is usually a prominent emotion that is tied to the personality of a cat, like anger or playfulness or even… lust. The amount of time it lasts varies… depending on the situation. But I always seem to freak out the people who see it. I never know how to explain it to others, and I always try to hide it. The most effective way to hide these things is to keep Bastet as un-junctioned as I can, and never summon her unless it is necessary. Shiva had never been a problem for me, and I can use her without losing energy and while she is junctioned, she tries to keep Bastet in line.
Anyway, despite my problems with Bastet, my Trabia years were some of the best in my life. After I finally pried myself out of my seclusion and started attending classes, Things started getting better. When I was 7, I met my best friend, Mioko. She was the same age as me, but she was so fiery and social. She just had a personality that anyone would be drawn to. We became close very quickly, and over the next couple years, our group grew to include Mioko’s twin brother Hiroki, Rina, and Manami. We were dubbed the “fab five” by quite a few faculty members, and even some students. We were inseparable. We became each other’s family. Our goals were quite different though. Mioko wanted to teach, Hiroki wanted to be a knight. Rina had always been quite skilled in magic, and wanted to become a healer, and Manami just wanted to settle down and have a family. I, of course, decided to be a SeeD, so I could prevent children from suffering the same fate as I. So when I was 17, I made the decision to transfer to Balamb, much to my friends’ dismay. But it turned out to be the best decision I have ever made.
BALAMB GARDEN
The past few years at Balamb have definitely been rewarding. Things have changed so much, and sometimes I wonder where the time has gone. But it’s all worth it. Not long after transferring here, I met Kite. We were both new, and lost. I honestly think it was love at first sight. We were inseparable for a long time, and I honestly thought we would always be together. But We've drifted apart, and moved on. I still care for him deeply, but I think things are better this way. Plus I've been spending more time with Blank now, so I'm definitely not lonely... Anyway, I reached my goal of becoming a SeeD, and also achieved a position as an instructor. Over time, I gained respect within Garden and became a head faculty member. Once Kite became the Headmaster, it seemed only a matter of time before I became somewhat of an “assistant headmaster,” and not too long afterwards, Kite became gravely injured, and although recovered, he gave up his position, bumping me to headmaster. It's a lot of responsibility, But I couldn't be happier. I have formed some great friendships with the students and staff here, and even though it is not required of me, I still enjoy attending classes and student functions. I don’t want to just be their leader; I want to be their friend. And the friends I’ve made have all been so supportive of me.
Kite, Blank, Komet, Shirow, Vikki, Tiana, Nezrain… even Stribbs and Luncia, despite their mysterious grudge against me, have all touched my life deeply, among many others, and I refuse to let my memories of them disappear, and this is why I document my memories. I will continue to fight and gain new memories. I may ‘misplace’ my old ones, but I will always keep them in my heart.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 5:29 am
((WOW! It's totally my turn! Great work guys! heart ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 6:09 am
Hey Guardians!
Balamb boy at heart I reflect on what I can remember. Umm... My first memory was when I was very little. I originally came from the great town of Timber and my oldest memory is very faded but I remember looking up at tall trees as light broke through and beamed down.
I don't know where I was or how old but I remember the feeling. I'm not even sure the trees were that big but to me they were massive.
I said good-bye to my father and it was the last time I saw him. At Timber station. Again I can't remember much detail but I remember the good-bye. We moved to Balamb just before the take over of Timber but my father was stubborn and refused to give up on his hometown. I never knew his name, I should remember to ask mum when I visit next.
We arrived in Balamb and it wasn't the first time I'd seen the ocean but it was still an overwhelming feeling. At the age of 6 I joined Balamb Garden. I saw Garden students pass through all the time and I think that's what influenced me to join. My brother though, he joined Galbadia Garden at the age of 8 since he was older then me by two years. He joined out of compitition and he never liked being so far away from the mainland. Last time I checked he was working with computers or something. We rarly keep in contact.
I was a little shy at first but once I got used to the atmosphere I made heaps of friends. Originally I learnt how to fight with a staff, but because I kept leaving it lying around or losing it, I decided to have a more conventional fighting tech. So I gained my skills with the guantlets and my staff kinda became my back-up weapon.
I recieved my guardian earlier then the rest of my age from my nagging intrest in the juction system. I remember crashing the libraries 'Tutorial' computer and getting in trouble. Juctioning Madusa as my first GF was harder then I had expected and I had so much trouble! I decided to learn more before juctioning her again.
Umm... nothing major happened over the years. My first mission was to Deling with Instructor Shirow. She was the first instructor I was actually friends with. I think it was the mission that made us closer. In that mission I aquired Thrustaevis and a kool magazine that was pretty old but had writings about rare potions and magic juctions in it.
I had my SeeD mission and became an Instructor. It was a very eventful year!
The last most eventful thing that I wont forget was the mission to the research center. It's where I became good friends with Akiyrah and other people from garden. It's where I gained Vapore and stole many random things. A lot of creepy stuff happened there and I'm not sure if anyone took responsability. That's life I guess.
That was also the mission that gave me more of a respected reputation as an instructor.
WAH! WHY ARE YOU ASLEEP!? Stupid Guardiens don't care for my stories! *T___T*
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 10:48 am
An Experimental Fury I don't remember much before the age of 7, but I remember the horrid screams and smell of burning flesh. I was taken from my home that day, along with my confidant Baram. When we awoke we found ourselves in cages, along with what seemed to be a troupe of children around our age. The men and women in dark yellowish brown coats smiled at us, not a warm smile but a sick, tainted sort of smile. Sigma, that was the name given to me by the scientists, no matter how many times I tried to tell them my real name was Thanatos. They simply smiled and shook their heads, pushing a needle into my neck. Each time I awoke from the shot my body felt like it was going to erupt. Slowly my body began to get used to it, whatever it was. Most of the other children slowly died because their body just wouldn't accept whatever was in the serum. A handfull of us survived, including Baram and I, but we were changing. We no longer bled like we used to, no this blood wasn't a crimson color, but more of a golden color. As the years passed the experiments continued, my normal rational personality turning to a pure rage whenever the serum was inside me. I later learned that it wasn't a serum at all, but a symbiotic organism, a parasite. My body seemed to be too much for it and it couldn't spawn like the scientists had hoped it would. My left arm was hacked away in an attempt to insert a feeding mechanism for the symbiotic organism into my body. A mechanical arm was constructed for me, and slowly the symbiotic organism inside me began to grow, began to become more powerful inside me. As a defense mechanism, whenever it felt stress on my body it would rip out, in a pair of two translucent golden wings and send into what the scientists called a "Fury" state. When I was about 14 Baram had hatched a plan to escape. He took me with him, but we soon learned that we had no clue how to survive in the real world. The scientists had always taken care of us. We began hopping trains and stealing valuables here and there, just to get by. It became a sort of addiction and we thought we were unstoppable. We became ruthless and began stealing more than just valuables, but books as well. We became educated, reading for fun while robbing the trains. The train robberies didn't go as planned the next couple of times, mercenaries were hired to guard the trains and valuables, and that led to our demise. The last I saw of Baram was when he got run through with a sword by one of the mercenaries. I dived off teh cliff in a hope to die, but I didn't. When I awoke from my fall I learned that I was in a village of weird looking creatures. The elder was kind enough to help me out and even told me where I had been most of my life, and why the scientists were experimenting. The truth was that they were looking for a way to maintain Adel's body, even at the cost of the lives of small children. I vowed revenge and set out to find a place I could once again call home. In my travels I heard about Balamb Garden and decided it was my best hope to be able to slaughter those people who had taken my life, and even my body away from me...
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 6:13 pm
Instructor Study Panel Good evening "Guest" Please enter Username and Password:
The Blank Theory
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Username and Password accepted, welcome Blank Frostberg, access to Journal, Study, Internet are repaired for use.
Note that there is a Manga on wait for you in the Garden Library.
*Journal*: Journal has been chosen, write what you want, do make sure that it contains appropriate contents. Month XX Day XX Year XXXX Time = 20:32 H.(Hours) I guess it all started as far as I remember, being four years old; living in Dollet; I was about to turn five, that was when I got my first guitar, small, crappy sound, but none the less a guitar. It was to keep myself busy because alot of the time, I would sit and watch action movies continuencely... My parents must've been scared that I was obsessed with violance or something. Oh yeah, before I forget, my parents are a swordsmith and an author. My oldman, "Christian Frostberg" Was the swordsmith, and my mother, "Lilian Victoria"(She didn't want to change her last name) was the author.
As I grew up for the next two years, I turned from the T.V and focused on guitar playing, practically destroying my fingers, making it hard to participate in school. Fingers were always hurting and not allowing me to take part in physical and other activities. Though I did get decent grades anyway...
During the school year, I developed a liking to someone with red hair... I can't remember her name, and I was to shy to talk to her... But anyway, on a fatal day when Galbadia invaded Dollet, that was when I first saw the power of the gunblade. Before the invasion happened, I was outside sitting on my step on attempt to play guitar; I was turning six at the time. that was when my father ran in through the door, armed with a gunblade which I think was called the Eagle Talon... A gunblade with a curved blade, such as a Tachi would have, but more effective do to the ability of it vibrating when the trigger was pulled.
He called for me to get upstairs with my mother who was currently working on a book. We did as we were told, but my curiousity caused me to watch out the window. My oldman was fighting with a few other people who were wearing the Dollet military uniforms. Of course I was scared, but I was also amazed, the feel of actually seeing battle was so exciting. My mother quickly pulled me away and practically threw me under the bed, causing me to hit my head on something.
I remember hearing through the doors downstairs burst open, like someone kicked it open. Voices called, "Clear" as if they were doing a quick sweep...that was when I heard footsteps running up the stairs. I swear I felt my heart beat through the floor, the sound of my mothers breathing could be heard, inhaling and exhaling.
But before they could enter the room, someone whose voice I recongized called from down below, the footsteps going back downstairs, I heard blades running through skin, and screams of pain... Then silence, though gunfire could be heard outside, I could hear it still.
My mother ran out to see if it was over down below. That was when I crawled out and looked down the staircase, four Galbadian soldiers along with a friend of my father and a Dollet soldier lay on the ground, shroaded in blood. When I walked down, I saw my father and my mother, kneeling down, I saw the blood spew from his armguard, but no where else.
I remember him saying, "A lucky strike" He was probably refering to the one of the soldiers on the ground. The Eagle Talon was held tightly in his arm before he stood and turned to my mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek before joining the battle outside. My mother came towards me and took me upstairs to hide ourselves during the battle. I can't remember what happened after that...
It must've been three weeks after the attack, because everything seemed to be under control. My oldman was injured and was now just a swordsmith, his leg was caught in an explosion and had to be amputated.
Anyway, some 8 years later, now at the age of 14, it was my first time asking my father about the weapon he used to weild... I can't remember what he told me but I do remember that he wanted to teach me how to weild a gunblade. The next day, he was in his shop, crafting a blade that he thought would be suitable for myself. After 3 days of crafting, he gave it to me, I nearly fell over when it landed in my hands, the blade was very heavy, espeicaly if you're only at the age of 14. He said that he knew I would grow to handle it well, and that it was a point that I should start working out. He said he called it the Punishment Saber because it was a mixture of two blades, that were actually molded together, causing the blade to grow bloodred. It was also called that due to its weight, sort of a punishment for others of not very well physical strength.
So over the years, I still maintained my guitar abilities, puchasing a number of them and even started a band... But as I got older, I realized what I wanted to do, and that was join one of the Gardens... I was in a romantic relationship with an old friend... But it's terrible, I can't even remember her name... Anyway, I was on the brink of asking her to marry me, but I chose the Garden over her, and I do regret it.
Wait... I forgot to mention how I acheived Taimat, my GF. I was only 17, and I was training in the abandoned Communication Tower, when I felt a sharp pain in my head, like something was trying to force its way in. I think I collapsed and entered a state of mind where I was in a dream. The surounding area appeared as a dark castle chamber, atleast three thousand square feet bigger then myself. A mist appeared infront of me and I found my Gunblade at my waist, in a holster I had never had. I drew it, ready in my stance until I saw a pale blue dragon infront of me, atleast thirty feet tall... I can't remember what happened after that, I don't know why... But my memory is fading from me for some reason... But Taimat has been junctioned to me ever since.
But back to what I was talking about, I headed to Balamb Garden, boarding a ship to Balamb, and walking the rest of the way. In attempts to join SeeD, he never found the time to take the written test, as he was busy trying to keep up his daily workout, and Gunblade training. But soon after, his performance proved that he was Instructor material and was promoted, now teaching Weaponary Class in hopes to keep the students in shape, help fellow students, and trust in the spirit of their weapons.
Well, that's all. Blank FrostbergInstructor Study Panel Journal Posted. Remain logged in?
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 1:00 am
((Great work guys! blaugh ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:55 pm
Before Garden
I remember the day my parents died. We hadn't been in Balamb long, but we were enjoying the relative peace. They decided to take me out on a picnic in the forest, taking along only what was neccessary to ward off the Grats and Chaterpillars. I still remember the smiles as we looked forward to a pleasant day off.
Little did we know.
I'd barely taken a bite out of my sandwich before a huge roar echoed through the forest, and the most terrifying beast I'd ever seen in my short life charged into the glade to snatch up my father, knocking down my mother with a huge talon almost as an afterthought. I nearly forgot to ran...but my legs remembered for me. I don't like to remember much of that...it's mercifully blurred from GF usage.
But that's why I still train relentlessly against the T-Rexaur. Each one dead is another small morsel of revenge.
The Student
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The SeeD
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 11:27 pm
A Look Into the Past....'Don't look back. Don't look forward. Just don't look.' I just didn't want to know if Mom was looking or not. If I don't look I can't feel guilty. Leavin' home was easy; leavin' Mom was hard. No one else was ever there for me, and now she wasn't either. So I decided to go find my own way in the world, in any way that I can. The first day I met with Randy. Randy's my best friend, even though I hardly know him. It was Randy that showed me how I was livin'. Now I'm goin' to stay with him and his people. The underground. He's tellin' me he's gotta job for me to do for him, something to do with sellin' stuff. Cops know him too well, he says. 12 years old and I'm already livin' and dealin' with criminals. I like it way too much for a 12 year old. I join the gang, get the tattoo, buy the gun. Randy hands me a smoke and says not to inhale the first time. They all laugh at me 'cause I choke. All 'cept Randy. He smiles and tells me it'll get easier. Randy has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. The next day I go with Randy to the market, but no market I've ever seen before. He says that they have to hide it or the cops'll take it away. I don't want Randy to lose out on something he likes. He buys a lot of weapons and puts them in a big black bag and tells me to hold it while he fills the other. It's heavy but I can handle it. For the next few months I follow Randy 'round and learn the deals. It's not so hard and I learn quick. Soon I'm allowed to go alone. Things are rough but I like it. When I turned 16, Randy told me he loved me, but he told lots of girls that. I believed him. I became the best seller in the gang and one of the toughest. I hardened myself to the rest of the world. Soon, Randy only told me that he loved me. The other girls left the underground and we never saw many of them again. I lived with Randy by the time I was 17. Too bad things weren't meant to work out that year. One day I went to make a deal with some low grade druggies for some knives and guns. Randy came with me. We were both really broke and needed the cash so we were desperate to make the deal. Turns out we were set up. We got jumped by a buncha guys that no one saw. I managed to get a few of them before we got away. When the gang found out, it set things in motion. Everyday, someone was tryin' to kill us and the rest of the gang. But it was one day that changed something in me forever. It wasn't long before the gang heads were personally involved with the fights. It spread to the streets like fire and no one was gettin' anywhere. Randy and me were fightin' and screamin' and yellin' side by side, doin' good too. Then Randy was down, I had his blood on me. He died before he hit the ground. By the end of the fight, so many were dead that I wondered if there were even gangs left. Everyone was so exhuasted that those still livin' just left. 'Cept me. I sat by Randy's body, hopin' he would wake up. It was in that moment, all bloody and tired, that I knew I had to do something better than this. Randy always told me that I was one of the best people he knew and that I would go far one day. So I knew that I had to go. Later, I heard a couple of people talkin' about some SeeD soldiers that had been through town ealier that week. Turns out they had stopped something major from goin' down. I had to be a SeeD if I wanted to help myself and make Randy proud of me. Maybe I could help clean out the gangs from Deling if I was a SeeD. So I left that day for Balamb Garden.
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 10:39 pm
((I think I put my background story in my character's profile. I'll have to check.))
Edit: ((Yep... and now, months later, I'm putting it in here. xD))
Megiddon Epidos
Background Information: History - Born and raised in Deling City. His mother took care of him primarilly, as his father was busy working overtime at the D-District Prison. He lead a normal and stable life until his father was killed on duty. He never found out the details of the death, and if his mother knew she wasn't telling. Since she could no longer provide for her son, his mother sent him to Galbadia Garden in the hopes that he could make something of himself, and no longer need to rely on her.
He trained hard, the memory of his father's strength helping to push him on. He wanted to become like him, and help out his mother. After two or three years of intense, goal-oriented, physical training, he was told that he would be transferred to Balamb to finish up. He was not happy to be told that he would need to leave his mother, but did not want to upset her by leaving Garden. They said their goodbyes, and he was on his way.
Personality - Good natured and sarcastic. He is quick to pick on his friends. He doesn't like melodramatics, and will let people know if they whine too much. Whining is pointless to him. He prefers the direct approach to dealing with problems.
When he's not training he is generally very lazy, and his book studies suffer because of it. Not very adept with magic (because of his disinterest in studying), he relies on his other skills. Can cast the basic spells such as Cure, Fire, Blizzard, etc., but to go beyond that would require more study and practice. He relies on his GF to cast magic for him most of the time.
Hobbies: Listening to just about any sort of music, lounging around, playing video games, his training regiment. Can play saxaphone (was taught by his mother), but prefers not to.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:30 am
((Edited because of character change~ blaugh ))
I lived a simple life in the calm town of Balamb; my mother raised me by herself. I bare similar features of her, as well as my name. My father is an important figure of Balamb Garden but I've never met him personally. I've been told that my mother and father had a short fling together while her real love had disappeared. That's all in the past now, though.
I often played with our family friend. We would go fishing together and he started my love of using a staff as a weapon. My mother didn't want me to go to Garden, but my talent was apparent. For years I was trained when it was finally time for me to enter Garden for further training.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 9:07 pm
moderately good stories.
I'll make knock your socks off one.
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