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Characters played at Discedo: Not Applicable! 8D;
Character's Name: Luke fon Fabre
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Timeline: Eldrant; just after his fight with Asch (episode... 24 of the anime?)
Canon Resource Link:
Abyss,
Luke.
Personality: Luke is one of those kids that throughout the length of his canon has gone through many personality shifts. He starts out as an inexperienced, spoiled, generally unpleasant noble brat. He stays this way until he is tricked into destroying a mining city and killing thousands of people, and his resounding whines of how it wasn't his fault result in his friends all deserting him. To make matters worse, he's also informed at this point that he's a clone and the entirety of his life up to now has been a lie! Bit of a kick in the ass, that. So he throws an epic hissy fit, does a lot of screaming, and winds up unconscious for a few days. During those days he gets a bit of a new outlook on things by seeing life through the eyes of his original, a God-General (which is a fancy name for "badass") named Asch the Bloody. Seeing how easily his friends took to Asch and how much better of a handle Asch had on life, Luke got a bit discouraged about himself and everything else.
So when he wakes up, he decides he's going to change and become a better person. The first step to being a better person? A completely nonsensical haircut. So he goes from having an epic mullet in bright reds and oranges to having an endearingly retarded chop-do, complete with an anti-gravity field that allows it to stick up in ways it really shouldn't. Never mind the fact that throwing knives really don't work for hair-cutting tools but hey, we'll blame it on video game logic. So now with a fantastic new look, Luke takes on the world, and is rather promptly spit on for his attempts. But being a stereotypical game hero, he gets back up and tries again. He's met with contempt for a while due to his previous childish actions and whining, but doesn't let people's unwillingness to trust him get in the way of his marked heroism.
After much running around and saving the world, angry spats with his original, and slow rekindling of his friendships, Luke's world takes a rather sharp left turn into horrible. In the process of eradicating a poisonous gas from the planet, Luke's fonons (being the essential building blocks of all living things in Auldrant, the world he comes from) have decided they want to exact a coup d'etat. He doesn't tell anyone about it, but his fonons are doing this wonderful separating thing and his days have rather abruptly become numbered. Just when he started to enjoy life, too. What a pisser. Of course, these things can't be kept secret for forever, and the Science of the group calls him out on it while the Annoying Pet overhears, and promptly tells the Love Interest. Luke then requests the Love Interest not tell anyone else, which she reluctantly agrees to, and life goes on. There's a world to save, we don't have time to worry about the fact that the main character is dying! Get your priorities straight.
Once more life continues toward the ultimate goal of defeating the enemy of the world, while Luke makes a valiant attempt at ignoring the fact that he's kind of falling apart at a molecular level. Naturally, the final dungeon rises from the depths of the ocean to hang in the sky like a creepy thing without incident, and the party makes a gung-ho effort to get their butts in there. Asch the Bitchy Bloody beats them there, which results in an inevitable fight involving identities (but not before they both fall through a giant hole in the floor into a room that only one of them can escape). After much shouting and posturing and fancy attacks, Luke wins. He is given the Key of Lorelei, now met with the Jewel of Lorelei he was carrying for a while, and now has the super-special sparkly weapon necessary to defeat the Final Boss, as well as the confidence in himself to finally actually get the job done.
Strengths: Despite the fact that for a fourth of the game or so he's a total noble bratface, Luke is actually a good kid. He cares about people and he takes issue with fighting (both because he's a bit of a wuss at the start and because he doesn't like killing people), and he makes an honest effort to be a better person when he realizes how much of a jerk he is. This also proves that he has a strong will and a decently rigid spine. He takes the fact that his friends are unwilling to trust him right off the bat not 100% smoothly, but enough in stride to not seriously hinder the group's progress. He tends to put his friends before himself once he's grown out of his bratty attitude, and to each and every one of them he is extremely loyal. He is also pretty damn adept at use of a sword. His style is slightly lacking in defensive ability and involves a lot of blind rushing forward that can (and does) get him in trouble, but in the end he gets the job done and is a relatively quick learner. He also, despite a somewhat dimwitted exterior, does have the capacity to be eloquent and intelligent. He may have found his noble studies boring and he may have been entirely more interested in climbing trees and avoiding the Princess, but he did pay some level of attention. He would probably also know boring ballroom dances due to this, but that's largely irrelevant. He takes on the world with a sort of passionate zeal that none of the other characters can quite match, and even sometimes unintentionally proves to help raise the morale of the group.
Weaknesses: Luke is sort of bad at thinking. He has a tendency to rush into fights, decisions, and life in general without thinking about the consequences. This coupled with his extreme lack of life experience can he a dangerous combination and tends to get him into situations like the fall of Akzeriuth. He also tends to trust people too easily; you can't really blame him for having trusted Van as much as he did, but the continued want to trust afterward speaks volumes of his naivete and his soft heart. Given he's a replica, he's also only seven years old, so he has a tendency to be slightly slow on the uptake and rather endearingly excitable. This also results in him having a great number of childish outbursts, claiming that other people don't understand a level of a situation that he does (he does this often in regard to Akzeriuth), and it tends to irritate his companions. He's also headstrong and lacks a proper respect for defensive battle, preferring to rush in head first and get his butt kicked. One of Luke's most glaring weaknesses however is likely the fact that he's easily discouraged. For the majority of the game he takes great issue with the fact that he is a replica and behaves rather depressively on the subject.
What your character can offer: Talking abs. Good swordsmanship, average battle-wits and speed, a very strong sense of justice. He uses primarily strike artes in-game, meaning he doesn't use much in the way of magic and prefers to fight physically. He's generally pretty chipper in personality and is extremely loyal and caring and likes to make people happy. Overall he's a seven year old in a seventeen year old's body so he's kind of a giant teddy bear. And by giant I mean 5'7.
What items will they be bringing with them?: The Key of Lorelei; a legendary weapon in Auldrant that will have next to no special factors in Discedo. :|b A diary which he writes in religiously out of habit, probably a small collection of various items that are negligible. Healing gels (don't eat that one, Mieu sat on it), a few capacity cores, whatever was on the most recent shopping list... Various useless nicknacks.
Third-Person Sample: He slept less and less these days, and it had nothing to do with nightmares or nervousness about the upcoming battles. He stayed up as late as his eyes would stay open, writing things in his diary and enjoying the night sky and the salty breezes that a person could only experience when staying in Grand Chokmah or the warm desert sunsets in Chesedonia, only to wake up at first light to watch the sun rise over the hills and appreciate it for everything he had. He delighted in going on shopping trips on his own and taking his time to wander around parts of the cities he hadn't explored before with his arms full of paper bags and groceries, he smiled at strangers on the street. He took Mieu with him almost everywhere, just to show the Cheagle things he thought were fascinating.
Not knowing if you would wake up the next time you went to sleep tended to do that to a person.
And while he was terrified, so much that sometimes the reason for him staying up well past his "bedtime" was because he didn't know if he would ever see the ceiling of that particular inn or the cramped cockpit of the Albiore again, he refused to dwell too long on it. There was no sense in wasting what time he had left being depressed. It was much better to enjoy what he had. He took time out after battle sometimes to have Guy show him a particular move he thought was cool. He had asked Jade at least three times if he could wear his glasses for a day (and each time his request had been denied). He'd made a point of making as many pinky swears with Natalia as often as he possibly could, just because the way it made her smile warmed his heart in a way his endearingly obnoxious cousin wasn't usually capable of. He went on bargain hunts with Anise and haggled prices with a thirteen year old until Tear caught them in the act and made them pay full price. He had asked Tear to help him with his focus on things more and more, just so he could spend more time around her.
And in the end, he decided it was a real shame that he'd never taken the time out of his life to appreciate everything like this before. The particular blue that the sky was just as the sun rose to its highest point, the mottled pinks and purples it became as the sun set that same evening. The way the clouds trailed off the ends of the wings of the Albiore when Noelle flew at just a certain speed, and the way Tear and Natalia both clung a little tighter to their seats whenever their blonde pilot banked too hard. The way Anise giggled over the fact that Jade's heels clicked louder than either Tear or Natalia's, the way Guy had a tendency to walk with one arm draped over his shoulders when he knew Luke was tired but staying up anyway. The way Anise never hesitated to hug him for no reason, the way Tear always looked like she was considering something similar but never did. The way Natalia would act like a Princess, Jade would scold her for it, and she would turn around and apologize profusely for it. The way Guy never cared that she did because he was used to it and maybe even enjoyed it. The way they had all gone from being complete strangers to being the best of friends in a time that had seemed like days and years all at once, and the way that he knew that even after it all, whether he lived or died, they would still be the best of friends.
And he decided that it was strange to miss something before it was even gone, so he ignored that feeling and replaced it with something warmer instead.
First-Person Sample: I hardly have the time to be writing this, but it sort of seemed necessary given the situation.
I won.
I knew I'd have to fight him-- I mean it's one of those things that's kind of inevitable. I'm surprised it only happened this time and that once in Yulia City although he totally kicked my ass then so I'm okay with pretending that never happened. It... was to decide which one of us was suited to go on and defeat Mast-- ... ...Van. I can't call him Master anymore. Regardless, I... ...I'm stronger than he is. I know who I am. Even if it means that I did steal everything from him, I'm not just a replica anymore. I'm Luke fon Fabre, replica status and Van and everything else be damned. I am me, and nobody is going to change that.
...And even if I did win, and even if that means I am "suited" for this... Asch, I'm sorry. Now it looks like I've really taken everything from you.
[OOC]
This is the permissions list for OOC (out of character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired.
1). Backtagging: Yes.
2). Threadhopping: Canonmates, have at. Others, please ask first.
3). Fourthwalling: Sorry, but no. :\
4). Canon puncture: Again, sorry but no.
5). Offensive subjects (elaborate): Fff. Depending on the nature of "offensive", Luke may or may not even understand. So have at. :|
[IC]
This is the permissions list for IC (in-character), activity.
Answer the following questions with "yes" or "no", as well as additional information if desired. With IC permissions, it's a good idea to elaborate on what other players can expect from your character if they choose to do any of the following:
1). Hugging this character: By all means! Luke likes affection. :3
2). Kissing this character: Uh, sure? I can't guarantee how he'll react.
3). Flirting with this character: Luke is kind of a derp and pretty damn sweet on Tear, so he probably won't recognize it/react to it, but sure.
4). Fighting with this character: Talk to me first, I suck at writing fight scenes and it'd be way easier to just handwave it and decide who won. >>;
5). Injuring this character (include limits and severity): By all means. No, seriously. Physical injuries, emotional injuries, whatever. I love to torture this kid.
6). Killing this character: I'd prefer not, but I'm not opposed to it if there is good reason
7). Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Given he's vaguely used to Asch and Lorelei getting into his head and talking to him (and Asch controlling him on occasion or seeing through him), have at. He'll probably just gripe.