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Apr 15, 2011 15:01

character; Jecht
series; Final Fantasy X / Dissidia (and Duodecim)
age; Guessing 36.
class; Monk/Knight
special abilities; Jecht is a star blitzball player - he often refers to himself as the Blitz King. It was a profession he was known for in his native Zanarkand, remembered by the public even ten years after his "death". Being a blitzballer leads to him having excellent stamina and endurance to begin with, which also lends itself to him on the field.

He does, on occasion, actually fight with his sword - most of the time a good old punch or kick does the trick.

history; FFX | Dissidia

personality; Jecht is awesome.

At least that's what he wants you to believe. He is the best, and don't you go forgetting it. Jecht is repeatedly on hand to tell you or remind you about how great he is; his overconfidence in himself goes on to the point of cockiness. As a person, Jecht is a man of many flaws. He's arrogant, loud, brash, and stubborn. If he sets his mind on something, it's very unlikely that it'll change, for better or worse. And, usually for Jecht, it's worse, and it's also usually leads him into trouble and some of the more major changes in his life.

The life of being famous and in the limelight was something very much on his mind whilst in Zanarkand - when he hit a slump, Jecht reacted badly to his own shortcomings and not meeting the high standards he sets himself, which led to his greatest vice, drinking. Aside from leading to a whole string of problems inbetween for many parties that Jecht came into contact with, it was something he gave up completely after mistaking a Shoopuff for a fiend, in fear of embarassing himself and his family further, and for losing and embarassing the one man who had faith in him at the time.

Argubly one of Jecht's biggest flaws, if you will, is his almost complete inability to show his affection for others. It's something he's never been good at - he's gruff, he's indirect, he'll switch off and try to avoid talking about the heart of the problem if at all possible. In particular, his son, Tidus. He does love his son, but ever since he was young presented it in the wrong way. He's critical, mean, condensending... a father image that his son grew to hate. He criticised Tidus to the point where a rift sprung up and ever widened between the two. His criticises of his son happened as an attempt to get him to try better, and disprove him, show that he was wrong, and make him proud; but his methods were not so unsurprisingly lost. Even Jecht himself admits this to be one of his flaws.

Underneath the gruff, rugged exterior of Jecht lies a much different core. At heart, and despite all his flaws, Jecht is a good man. He's good natured and generally cheerful, enjoying the simplicties of life. When he's riled, he's the type to go charging in all guns blazing. In fact, he's more than likely to do this anyway, without knowing all the facts... even if he does have good intenetions for doing so most of the time. Tact is, really, something that is almost non-existant when it comes to Jecht. When going into a situation, Jecht does so with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, which, really, is not very much at all.

He's willing and repeteadly does put others before his own well being. When deveoted to a cause, or when Jecht says he will do something, he will see it through to the very end. He helps others purely under the influence of the fact that it's the right thing, showing he can be self sacrifical. Perhaps the greatest example of this is when he chose to become Braska's Final Aeon, thus giving up all hope of returning home, which had spurred him on in the first place, giving up his own dreams, in return that the cycle could end and the dreams of the people of Spira could flourish.

After his ventures with Braska and Auron on Braska's pilgrimage, Jecht's extreme nature has somewhat softened (to a degree, at least: he's still going to remind you he's awesome, he's still not going to win the best father award when it comes to Tidus, but... he's improved), and he's matured through and since them.

point in canon; Post-Final Fantasy X, Post-Dissidia.
place of arrival; Madain Sari
starter task?; Let's give this a shot this time! Yes please.

first person sample;

1. What is your biggest fear?
My son hating me. ... guess it's a little late for that one, huh? Maybe then, him never willing to talk to me again. That'd never give the chance to make ammends. ... that'd bother me.

2. When and where were you the happiest you've ever been? Why?
Days with my wife and son in Zanarkand. I miss 'em. ... Maybe the kid proving me wrong, too. Would make any dad proud.

3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
... uh. Really don't like this one. It's awkward enough tryin' to fix it, let alone talk about it. ... guess it's the fact I'm not all that good at thinking things through. Just do 'em. Especially when it comes to the kid; just say what's on my mind. What'll make him strong. I'm jus'... not good with this stuff. Pah.

4. What do you find most relaxing?
Blitzball. Comes naturally, y'know? Wouldn't be the Bliz King otherwise. What I'm best at. It's routine.

5. Do you think that redemption is possible? Why or why not?
Sure. Just gotta have the right spirit and drive, and really mean it, y'know? Nothin' vague. If you go in half-hearted, then you're never gonna fix things.

third person sample; When it came to otther blitzers, Jecht was judgemental. Particulary when said blitzer in question was his son.

He watched as, time and again, his son tried to copy the shot Jecht had perfected (and created, so, it was a pretty awesome and hard to get right shot, afterall), his entire face stern and seemingly disinterested to an outsider. But his eyes followed every movement, even if his demenour was disproving. Every slip, every fall, every almost - Jecht saw it all.

Eventually, though, he got up, and passed his judgement. "Not nearly good enough. Yer ever think you're gonna get anywhere like that?" he tutted. It was true, no matter how harsh. "Yer hopeless!"

The boy looked at him then, wearas before his shoes were the more interesting part of the conversation, something in his eye. Hatred, maybe. Tears, definitely, welling up below the surface.

"And now yer gonna cry!" Jecht scoffed, half bellowing down at the kid in front of him. "Don't be such a kid. Don't yer dare cry!"

Of course, Tidus did cry then. And as he fled, Jecht felt that sinking feeling in his stomach that seemed to come associated with times like these. Gruffly, he rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat exasperated with himself and his efforts. "Done it again, huh...?"

He didn't... want to appear mean. But he wanted his son to try; to be better. To prove him wrong. But... it didn't seem to work like he saw it in his head. Being critical to be kind, to show he cared, never worked as well as it should. And the more he said, the deeper he got - the more he made each situation worse, as he blundered through it, trying to right it and only ending up with more wrongs.

Would he ever be cut out for this father thing?

*ooc, *application

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