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Name: Sync the Tempest.
Age: Physically 14.
Series: Tales of the Abyss.
Canon: Everyone on Auldrant has their lives governed by The Score, an ancient prophesy that is so expansive it can predict anything, from the outcome of wars to what's being served for dinner. Unsurprisingly, people have become rather reliant on The Score - even inventing a religion devoted to it, known as The Order of Lorelei. This would be just fine if The Score didn't predict Auldrant's destruction, something some people take issue with - namely one Van Grants, who has different ideas about the fate of the planet. He constructs an elaborate plan to fill the world with replicas of people and places and destroy all the originals so as to throw off The Score's predictions. As you can imagine, our motley crew of protagonists has a problem with this - but Van's not alone in his quest to destroy-and-rebuild the world. Joining him are the God-Generals, the top ranking members of the The Order of Lorelei, who secretly work from within the system to completely destroy it. Chief of this small but powerful group is Sync the Tempest, a masked martial artist who has a powerful grudge against The Score as well as the planet itself.
Sync may be small, but he packs quite a punch. Cold, bitter, and ruthless, Sync makes it his mission to assist Van, fueled by a desire for revenge against the world. Sync himself is actually a replica created by Van of the religious figurehead of The Order of Lorelei. However, because he was not as strong as his original, he was considered a failed replica - and brutally discarded. Afterwards, he becomes unquestioningly devoted to destroying the world that caused him to exist and feel such pain, and doesn't care who he has to ally with in order to do that. Driven by an unquenched hatred for both Auldrant and himself, Sync is remarkably honest in his loathing, casually remarking how he regards himself as "trash". Having never felt anything resembling compassion in his life, Sync's motivations to destroy The Score are tinged with callousness and sadism; and when confronted with the idea that his life might be worth something, Sync would rather go jump off a bridge than listen to sob stories like that.
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Not that I consider myself worth much, but lumping me in with this garbage is pretty insulting. Even if I am just a discarded piece of trash, at least I'm not rotting or babbling mindlessly like this group of worthless junk. What did you call yourselves, "zomblicas"? No wonder all you want are brains - you couldn't come up with half a braincell if all of you banded together for it. What does it say about you that rubbish like me has more brains than each and every one of you combined? It's pathetic; a reject like me shouldn't be smarter and more skilled than the entire lot of you. Can't you do anything besides moan and beg? You make me sick. I may be inferior to all of humankind but at least I know what I am and I know I'm not some disgusting drone. Not yet, anyway - maybe this is my ultimate fate? Heh. If it comes to that, I'd rather die painfully than sink any lower. And here I thought that was impossible - guess I was wrong. Then again, it's not like I have anything left to lose now. Not family, not friends, not pride - pride is for people who have a real purpose, people they love and who love them. At this point, all I have is a need for a new pair of shoes from walking in all these discarded body parts. Gross.
So, this is where failed replicas go when they've got nowhere else, do they? It's pitiful - even if they were created to replace someone else, isn't it their fate to just die hopelessly? What are they doing still pretending to be human, even when they look like walking corpses? Yeah, I'm talking about you. I don't care if you can hear me; you've only got one ear left, so you might as well use it before it falls off. As I was saying, there's no real point to your existence - you're just living each day waiting to die, to be discarded. The people who loved and cared about you? Their affection wasn't real. It's only because they thought you were someone else, when in truth you're just a copy of someone too weak to live. There's no point for you to be imitating life anymore. So then, why are you all still limping around? You're too stupid to know any better, I bet that's why. And that's what separates me from the rest of you: I know my place, I know what I was born for, and I know what my purpose is... or was. It was to help end the world so that trash like you wouldn't ever have to exist - it's the planet's fault that you're like this, and it's the planet's fault that I still have to put up with existing.
I'm tired of putting up with this world that doesn't want me, so let's just destroy it. You don't want to have to deal with this meaningless existence either, right? And it's not like escape is easy - those little white bear-things keep telling me to stop jumping off buildings, it's getting annoying. We need a plan - a way to turn this whole world upside down so that it collapses on itself, first. So how about we start with them, the creatures responsible for prolonging our suffering? That's right, I'm talking about the so-called "moogles". I don't care if they're cute and fuzzy, they're the ones causing you pain. So go after them! They've got plenty of brains they're not even using, and I know how much you've been clamoring for them.
It doesn't matter how innocent or adorable something is - if it's keeping me from my goal, not even your stupid little pom-poms are going to stop me.
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Age: Physically 14.
Series: Tales of the Abyss.
Canon: Everyone on Auldrant has their lives governed by The Score, an ancient prophesy that is so expansive it can predict anything, from the outcome of wars to what's being served for dinner. Unsurprisingly, people have become rather reliant on The Score - even inventing a religion devoted to it, known as The Order of Lorelei. This would be just fine if The Score didn't predict Auldrant's destruction, something some people take issue with - namely one Van Grants, who has different ideas about the fate of the planet. He constructs an elaborate plan to fill the world with replicas of people and places and destroy all the originals so as to throw off The Score's predictions. As you can imagine, our motley crew of protagonists has a problem with this - but Van's not alone in his quest to destroy-and-rebuild the world. Joining him are the God-Generals, the top ranking members of the The Order of Lorelei, who secretly work from within the system to completely destroy it. Chief of this small but powerful group is Sync the Tempest, a masked martial artist who has a powerful grudge against The Score as well as the planet itself.
Sync may be small, but he packs quite a punch. Cold, bitter, and ruthless, Sync makes it his mission to assist Van, fueled by a desire for revenge against the world. Sync himself is actually a replica created by Van of the religious figurehead of The Order of Lorelei. However, because he was not as strong as his original, he was considered a failed replica - and brutally discarded. Afterwards, he becomes unquestioningly devoted to destroying the world that caused him to exist and feel such pain, and doesn't care who he has to ally with in order to do that. Driven by an unquenched hatred for both Auldrant and himself, Sync is remarkably honest in his loathing, casually remarking how he regards himself as "trash". Having never felt anything resembling compassion in his life, Sync's motivations to destroy The Score are tinged with callousness and sadism; and when confronted with the idea that his life might be worth something, Sync would rather go jump off a bridge than listen to sob stories like that.
Sample Post:
Not that I consider myself worth much, but lumping me in with this garbage is pretty insulting. Even if I am just a discarded piece of trash, at least I'm not rotting or babbling mindlessly like this group of worthless junk. What did you call yourselves, "zomblicas"? No wonder all you want are brains - you couldn't come up with half a braincell if all of you banded together for it. What does it say about you that rubbish like me has more brains than each and every one of you combined? It's pathetic; a reject like me shouldn't be smarter and more skilled than the entire lot of you. Can't you do anything besides moan and beg? You make me sick. I may be inferior to all of humankind but at least I know what I am and I know I'm not some disgusting drone. Not yet, anyway - maybe this is my ultimate fate? Heh. If it comes to that, I'd rather die painfully than sink any lower. And here I thought that was impossible - guess I was wrong. Then again, it's not like I have anything left to lose now. Not family, not friends, not pride - pride is for people who have a real purpose, people they love and who love them. At this point, all I have is a need for a new pair of shoes from walking in all these discarded body parts. Gross.
So, this is where failed replicas go when they've got nowhere else, do they? It's pitiful - even if they were created to replace someone else, isn't it their fate to just die hopelessly? What are they doing still pretending to be human, even when they look like walking corpses? Yeah, I'm talking about you. I don't care if you can hear me; you've only got one ear left, so you might as well use it before it falls off. As I was saying, there's no real point to your existence - you're just living each day waiting to die, to be discarded. The people who loved and cared about you? Their affection wasn't real. It's only because they thought you were someone else, when in truth you're just a copy of someone too weak to live. There's no point for you to be imitating life anymore. So then, why are you all still limping around? You're too stupid to know any better, I bet that's why. And that's what separates me from the rest of you: I know my place, I know what I was born for, and I know what my purpose is... or was. It was to help end the world so that trash like you wouldn't ever have to exist - it's the planet's fault that you're like this, and it's the planet's fault that I still have to put up with existing.
I'm tired of putting up with this world that doesn't want me, so let's just destroy it. You don't want to have to deal with this meaningless existence either, right? And it's not like escape is easy - those little white bear-things keep telling me to stop jumping off buildings, it's getting annoying. We need a plan - a way to turn this whole world upside down so that it collapses on itself, first. So how about we start with them, the creatures responsible for prolonging our suffering? That's right, I'm talking about the so-called "moogles". I don't care if they're cute and fuzzy, they're the ones causing you pain. So go after them! They've got plenty of brains they're not even using, and I know how much you've been clamoring for them.
It doesn't matter how innocent or adorable something is - if it's keeping me from my goal, not even your stupid little pom-poms are going to stop me.
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