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NAME: Saffy
JOURNAL: presea
EMAIL: jerkbender@gmail.com
AIM: heroic BSOD
WIKI NAME: Saffytaffy
CHARACTERS: NONE.
CHARACTER NAME: Lloyd Irving
FANDOM: Tales of Symphonia
CANON: Six months before Tales of Symphonia 2 begins, or a year and a half after the ending of Tales of Symphonia.
WHAT THEY LOST: Kratos’ locket. It has a picture of Kratos and Anna and baby Lloyd inside, and it means a lot to both of them.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Some people have two faces. Lloyd has a face for the outside world, and… he lost the other one somewhere. He’s simple. He even admits it. He sleeps through class and slacks off, and he’ll stuff his face at someone else’s house unabashedly because he doesn’t always think things through. However, there is a sort of idiot savant to his logic, at times; it is this simplicity that leads him to accept his friends no matter who or what they are, because they’re his friends. Similar “simple” conclusions led to him wielding two swords for “twice the power”, which turned out to be the most significant characteristic of his fighting style later on.
That simplicity is not to be underestimated, however. With the proper triggers, it gives way into pure, raw determination. Lloyd is unstoppable when he wants to do something, and do it right. When given the ultimatum between saving one person or saving the world, he declared that he would find a way to save both: and that is when his true journey began. He was not dissuaded by physical or mental obstacles. He didn’t have a damned clue as to what he should be doing, but he was committed to restoring his childhood friend’s life. With the guidance of friends and sheer luck, he managed to accomplish not only this, but eventually the restoration of the two worlds into a single world, as it was meant to be.
Lloyd does have some naïve tendencies. He likes to believe in things as they’re presented to him, so he doesn’t always look past appearances unless he’s given a reason. That said, he has an uncanny ability to read people he knows, which frustrates the more mysterious characters. His straightforward, upbeat manner draws people into his company and also makes it easier for him to forgive people for major things like betraying him. He’s terrible at holding grudges mainly because he can see the other person’s point of view, something that came to him with time and experience. Whatever remained of his desire for revenge against his mother’s killer was tempered by the knowledge that he did what he had to do, though it infuriated Lloyd enough that he’d later turn his anger against the organization that placed Anna into that situation.
One of his best friends is a rather mouthy half-elf, and a certain redheaded Chosen also tends to poke at his buttons, making Lloyd at least semi-fluent in sarcasm and snark. It’s never mean-spirited banter, however, which is distinguishes him from the more cynical characters. Whenever he’s moody, it’s generally due to some outside situation stressing him out and making him way too serious for his own tastes, unless he’s pouting at someone. That sort of thing tends to be short-lived with Lloyd.
He’s not all sunshine by any means. His promise to restore Colette’s humanity has its roots in guilt. He felt responsible for destroying his hometown and for overlooking the truth about Colette’s journey. Every life lost feels like the world to him, but it spurs him on more. He has a tendency to slip into dark moods if there is no one he’s close to helping him, though of course he’ll try to hide it behind a smile and fail miserably.
Notably, in the second game, an important and dangerous journey forces him to cut off all ties with the people he knows in order to protect them, and he holds to this no matter how much it devastates him on the inside. Considering his original opposition to heroic sacrifice of any sort, he’s obviously capable of some regression, and being a hypocrite is a major part of his character; he values honesty yet has no problem lying or picking locks to get his way. Also, his deep-seated anger of Cruxis and the Desians is rather dangerous to his soul, though not unstoppable as long as he’s channeling it into something positive.
While that vengeance is mostly gone since the main issues have been resolved, fighting between the Tethe’allan and Sylvaranti people will continue, as well as racism against half-elves, giving him the opportunity to wrestle his anger as well as others’. He understands this and it has begun to temper his original naivete-- while making his stubborn idealism all the more poignant. Whether it’s a vow to change the world or simply trying to change someone’s mind, he puts all of his energy into the things that matter.
Though his backstory is tragic as well as the journey that brought him thus far, Lloyd doesn’t let it get him down. Beneath the world-shaker’s skin he is very much a teenager: one with far more responsibilities than when he began, but with the optimism and personal strength to follow them through without complaint. He knows how short life can be and lives every day to the fullest, just as his best friend Colette taught him; the love and devotion he demonstrates for his friends is incomparable. Simple? Maybe. But one boy’s refusal to give up in the darkest of circumstances changed the world for the better.
ABILITIES:
His main source of power lies in the Exsphere socketed into his hand. Exspheres grant superhuman strength and agility as well as heightened magic prowess, but Lloyd's goes beyond this, making him damn hard to kill-- and even granting him his own pair of angel wings. As a sidenote, his Exsphere contains the soul of his mother, and she talks to him sometimes when it's super important (like, twice). Exspheres are dangerous and soul-sucking if attached directly to the skin, which is why he wears his with a Key Crest.
In addition to the Exsphere, Lloyd has two very powerful magic swords that combine to form the Material Blade, a legendary sword that Mithos used to split the world in two. Lloyd used it to put the worlds back together. There was also time travel involved in a distant sequel. He has no need of it now, though, so the sword sleeps with its guardian on Aselia.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
Lloyd Irving had a passion for food that shocked all but the most battle-hardened mothers, those survivors who had already endured raising a teenage boy and his notorious appetite. One beautiful exception to the rule, however, was Phaidra. She weathered every awkward dinner at her house that Lloyd could afford with an accepting smile. It was obvious what brought him back to the village: lingering guilt over his part in Lilia’s husband’s death, and constantly being shut out. Many people in Iselia thought of Lloyd as a hero, but he wasn’t exactly popular before the worlds were reunited. It was a painful fact that he was well aware of… and one he thought he deserved.
But even his lingering teenage shame couldn’t dissuade his appetite. Paul, Lilia’s son, had gradually warmed up to Lloyd-- and it was hard to look unhappy when there was a bright-eyed boy watching him intently from the window. Okay, so that was kind of creepy, but it was sort of cute at the same time. He turned back to his host. “Ah, thanks! This is great!”
Phaidra smiled and slid another steak onto Lloyd’s plate. He didn’t protest in the slightest. “It’s the least I could do after you spent all day on the roof. I hope you don’t get a burn.”
His cheeks were red, but he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or working in the sun. He had worked hard to restore Iselia to the way it used to be-- sometimes alone, sometimes as a group effort. Iselia wasn’t the only village affected by the events leading up to the Regeneration, but Iselia was home. Even if his neighbors and friends never spoke to him again, Lloyd still owed the hamlet more than he could ever give.
His grin gradually softened into a faint smile. Paul’s case meant a lot to Lloyd especially. He knew what it was like to lose a father. If not for Dirk, Lloyd would be in a terrible place, probably not even alive. Looking at that boy, Lloyd was sure of one thing: he wanted to be what Dirk was to Lloyd. He wanted to be his father.
But that was impossible. Lloyd had no reasonable way of adopting him or anything like that, and he still had a mother who would provide for him. So how…? He pondered his mashed potatoes as he ate them. Lilia was an excellent mother, and incredibly strong. But if Lloyd wanted to be Paul’s father, that meant they would have to get married. To make it official.
Never mind that Lilia was exceptionally kind and very cute when she smiled. That had nothing to do with it. No, it was all for Paul. He deserved a father no matter how much Lilia protested. He deserved something.
And Lloyd wasn’t going to let anything stop him.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[Awkward throat clearing. The voice belongs to a boy in his late teens. He sounds appropriately new to this whole thing.] Uh, hi. This thing works, right? It’s not going to suck me in or something weird? [He hesitates and there’s a small intake of breath, as if waiting for that to happen.
But it never comes, and instead, he lets it all out in a rush.] Phew, that’s a relief… Hey, wait a second. It’s writing down everything I say!
[This beat of silence is thick, not with awkwardness but with the realization that so many things could be done to it.]
… Sally sold seashells by the seashore-- wow, it’s even in my handwriting. Looks like pencil, but… [He licks his thumb momentarily, then touches the page. The entire last sentence smears into illegibility.] Hahah, oops.
INTENT: The castle needs more shounen heroes. Also, I’ve been wanting to play someone from this canon for a while and I haven’t attempted Lloyd here yet. Muses for this canon tend to stick around for me longer than others, so we shall see.
JOURNAL: presea
EMAIL: jerkbender@gmail.com
AIM: heroic BSOD
WIKI NAME: Saffytaffy
CHARACTERS: NONE.
CHARACTER NAME: Lloyd Irving
FANDOM: Tales of Symphonia
CANON: Six months before Tales of Symphonia 2 begins, or a year and a half after the ending of Tales of Symphonia.
WHAT THEY LOST: Kratos’ locket. It has a picture of Kratos and Anna and baby Lloyd inside, and it means a lot to both of them.
ABOUT THE CHARACTER:
Some people have two faces. Lloyd has a face for the outside world, and… he lost the other one somewhere. He’s simple. He even admits it. He sleeps through class and slacks off, and he’ll stuff his face at someone else’s house unabashedly because he doesn’t always think things through. However, there is a sort of idiot savant to his logic, at times; it is this simplicity that leads him to accept his friends no matter who or what they are, because they’re his friends. Similar “simple” conclusions led to him wielding two swords for “twice the power”, which turned out to be the most significant characteristic of his fighting style later on.
That simplicity is not to be underestimated, however. With the proper triggers, it gives way into pure, raw determination. Lloyd is unstoppable when he wants to do something, and do it right. When given the ultimatum between saving one person or saving the world, he declared that he would find a way to save both: and that is when his true journey began. He was not dissuaded by physical or mental obstacles. He didn’t have a damned clue as to what he should be doing, but he was committed to restoring his childhood friend’s life. With the guidance of friends and sheer luck, he managed to accomplish not only this, but eventually the restoration of the two worlds into a single world, as it was meant to be.
Lloyd does have some naïve tendencies. He likes to believe in things as they’re presented to him, so he doesn’t always look past appearances unless he’s given a reason. That said, he has an uncanny ability to read people he knows, which frustrates the more mysterious characters. His straightforward, upbeat manner draws people into his company and also makes it easier for him to forgive people for major things like betraying him. He’s terrible at holding grudges mainly because he can see the other person’s point of view, something that came to him with time and experience. Whatever remained of his desire for revenge against his mother’s killer was tempered by the knowledge that he did what he had to do, though it infuriated Lloyd enough that he’d later turn his anger against the organization that placed Anna into that situation.
One of his best friends is a rather mouthy half-elf, and a certain redheaded Chosen also tends to poke at his buttons, making Lloyd at least semi-fluent in sarcasm and snark. It’s never mean-spirited banter, however, which is distinguishes him from the more cynical characters. Whenever he’s moody, it’s generally due to some outside situation stressing him out and making him way too serious for his own tastes, unless he’s pouting at someone. That sort of thing tends to be short-lived with Lloyd.
He’s not all sunshine by any means. His promise to restore Colette’s humanity has its roots in guilt. He felt responsible for destroying his hometown and for overlooking the truth about Colette’s journey. Every life lost feels like the world to him, but it spurs him on more. He has a tendency to slip into dark moods if there is no one he’s close to helping him, though of course he’ll try to hide it behind a smile and fail miserably.
Notably, in the second game, an important and dangerous journey forces him to cut off all ties with the people he knows in order to protect them, and he holds to this no matter how much it devastates him on the inside. Considering his original opposition to heroic sacrifice of any sort, he’s obviously capable of some regression, and being a hypocrite is a major part of his character; he values honesty yet has no problem lying or picking locks to get his way. Also, his deep-seated anger of Cruxis and the Desians is rather dangerous to his soul, though not unstoppable as long as he’s channeling it into something positive.
While that vengeance is mostly gone since the main issues have been resolved, fighting between the Tethe’allan and Sylvaranti people will continue, as well as racism against half-elves, giving him the opportunity to wrestle his anger as well as others’. He understands this and it has begun to temper his original naivete-- while making his stubborn idealism all the more poignant. Whether it’s a vow to change the world or simply trying to change someone’s mind, he puts all of his energy into the things that matter.
Though his backstory is tragic as well as the journey that brought him thus far, Lloyd doesn’t let it get him down. Beneath the world-shaker’s skin he is very much a teenager: one with far more responsibilities than when he began, but with the optimism and personal strength to follow them through without complaint. He knows how short life can be and lives every day to the fullest, just as his best friend Colette taught him; the love and devotion he demonstrates for his friends is incomparable. Simple? Maybe. But one boy’s refusal to give up in the darkest of circumstances changed the world for the better.
ABILITIES:
His main source of power lies in the Exsphere socketed into his hand. Exspheres grant superhuman strength and agility as well as heightened magic prowess, but Lloyd's goes beyond this, making him damn hard to kill-- and even granting him his own pair of angel wings. As a sidenote, his Exsphere contains the soul of his mother, and she talks to him sometimes when it's super important (like, twice). Exspheres are dangerous and soul-sucking if attached directly to the skin, which is why he wears his with a Key Crest.
In addition to the Exsphere, Lloyd has two very powerful magic swords that combine to form the Material Blade, a legendary sword that Mithos used to split the world in two. Lloyd used it to put the worlds back together. There was also time travel involved in a distant sequel. He has no need of it now, though, so the sword sleeps with its guardian on Aselia.
THIRD-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
Lloyd Irving had a passion for food that shocked all but the most battle-hardened mothers, those survivors who had already endured raising a teenage boy and his notorious appetite. One beautiful exception to the rule, however, was Phaidra. She weathered every awkward dinner at her house that Lloyd could afford with an accepting smile. It was obvious what brought him back to the village: lingering guilt over his part in Lilia’s husband’s death, and constantly being shut out. Many people in Iselia thought of Lloyd as a hero, but he wasn’t exactly popular before the worlds were reunited. It was a painful fact that he was well aware of… and one he thought he deserved.
But even his lingering teenage shame couldn’t dissuade his appetite. Paul, Lilia’s son, had gradually warmed up to Lloyd-- and it was hard to look unhappy when there was a bright-eyed boy watching him intently from the window. Okay, so that was kind of creepy, but it was sort of cute at the same time. He turned back to his host. “Ah, thanks! This is great!”
Phaidra smiled and slid another steak onto Lloyd’s plate. He didn’t protest in the slightest. “It’s the least I could do after you spent all day on the roof. I hope you don’t get a burn.”
His cheeks were red, but he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or working in the sun. He had worked hard to restore Iselia to the way it used to be-- sometimes alone, sometimes as a group effort. Iselia wasn’t the only village affected by the events leading up to the Regeneration, but Iselia was home. Even if his neighbors and friends never spoke to him again, Lloyd still owed the hamlet more than he could ever give.
His grin gradually softened into a faint smile. Paul’s case meant a lot to Lloyd especially. He knew what it was like to lose a father. If not for Dirk, Lloyd would be in a terrible place, probably not even alive. Looking at that boy, Lloyd was sure of one thing: he wanted to be what Dirk was to Lloyd. He wanted to be his father.
But that was impossible. Lloyd had no reasonable way of adopting him or anything like that, and he still had a mother who would provide for him. So how…? He pondered his mashed potatoes as he ate them. Lilia was an excellent mother, and incredibly strong. But if Lloyd wanted to be Paul’s father, that meant they would have to get married. To make it official.
Never mind that Lilia was exceptionally kind and very cute when she smiled. That had nothing to do with it. No, it was all for Paul. He deserved a father no matter how much Lilia protested. He deserved something.
And Lloyd wasn’t going to let anything stop him.
FIRST-PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:
[Awkward throat clearing. The voice belongs to a boy in his late teens. He sounds appropriately new to this whole thing.] Uh, hi. This thing works, right? It’s not going to suck me in or something weird? [He hesitates and there’s a small intake of breath, as if waiting for that to happen.
But it never comes, and instead, he lets it all out in a rush.] Phew, that’s a relief… Hey, wait a second. It’s writing down everything I say!
[This beat of silence is thick, not with awkwardness but with the realization that so many things could be done to it.]
… Sally sold seashells by the seashore-- wow, it’s even in my handwriting. Looks like pencil, but… [He licks his thumb momentarily, then touches the page. The entire last sentence smears into illegibility.] Hahah, oops.
INTENT: The castle needs more shounen heroes. Also, I’ve been wanting to play someone from this canon for a while and I haven’t attempted Lloyd here yet. Muses for this canon tend to stick around for me longer than others, so we shall see.