Obligatory App Post
Character Name: Balthier
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Age: 22
Job: Plunderer of Booty
Balthier is the leading man of Final Fantasy XII (caution: this is not as true as he may have you believe). As such, he is blessed with dashing good looks, polished social skills, a nice and crisp wardrobe, a beautiful partner and the obligatory Family Emo.
Balthier is free from all chains and obligations of a country, answers only to his Viera partner Fran and his ship. He was born and bred as part of the higher class, but due to circumstances revealed later in the game, he left that lifestyle behind to seek the freedom of the skies and his airship Strahl. He's very polite and very dashing, though he can also be quite plainly an ass, exploiting weaknesses and twisting words. He doesn't miss many details, much to people's chagrin later. He will do almost anything for treasure with worth you can plainly measure.
Sample App: A shambling corpse here, a lost soul there, and enough zombies to choke even the holiest of monsters. And I'm not talking about their throats. What a nice welcome, and here I was thinking this lovely camp wasn't hospitable enough. You really know how to make a man feel right at home. Too bad there's not as much loot as one would hope. I don't suppose anyone here would want to buy any blood-stained necklaces or tattered clothing.
Right. I wouldn't want to, either. Nothing glamorous about those. Nothing shiny and we're all about shiny, aren't we?
My name is Balthier, our leading man. I regret to say that I'm looking for something more valuable and this is the route showing on the map that we bought from the moogle. Not that kind of moogle, I've already asked.
By "we", of course, my partner and I. We arrived here on our airship. Perhaps you've seen her? Sleek and fast. Beautiful and a sight for sore eyes. Strong and able to withstand battle. You'd know if you've seen her. The airship's recognizable, too.
As much as I would love to stay and chit-chat all day, I've a schedule to keep to. Tombs to plunder, princesses to kidnap. I've got to keep up the sky pirate life, even if "yarr" and "yo ho ho and a bottle of rum" aren't usually in my vocabulary, thank you for asking. And my friend, it looks as though "bath" and "whole limbs" are not in yours. I could teach you a thing or two.
First thing: Hold out until the last moment. The best option is almost always option number three. Big treasure chests don't always mean that the treasure inside is worth it; some are beasts. Pull out if the going gets tough; it may be a mess at first, but it's a much safer in the long run. Keep a lookout handy! Remember to always protect yourself. Don't make any deals with young people with big blue eyes; it only gives you a headache the morning after.
Second thing: Don't try to gnaw on the arm of the man with the gun. Especially not on his cleaner sleeve.
Series: Final Fantasy XII
Age: 22
Job: Plunderer of Booty
Balthier is the leading man of Final Fantasy XII (caution: this is not as true as he may have you believe). As such, he is blessed with dashing good looks, polished social skills, a nice and crisp wardrobe, a beautiful partner and the obligatory Family Emo.
Balthier is free from all chains and obligations of a country, answers only to his Viera partner Fran and his ship. He was born and bred as part of the higher class, but due to circumstances revealed later in the game, he left that lifestyle behind to seek the freedom of the skies and his airship Strahl. He's very polite and very dashing, though he can also be quite plainly an ass, exploiting weaknesses and twisting words. He doesn't miss many details, much to people's chagrin later. He will do almost anything for treasure with worth you can plainly measure.
Sample App: A shambling corpse here, a lost soul there, and enough zombies to choke even the holiest of monsters. And I'm not talking about their throats. What a nice welcome, and here I was thinking this lovely camp wasn't hospitable enough. You really know how to make a man feel right at home. Too bad there's not as much loot as one would hope. I don't suppose anyone here would want to buy any blood-stained necklaces or tattered clothing.
Right. I wouldn't want to, either. Nothing glamorous about those. Nothing shiny and we're all about shiny, aren't we?
My name is Balthier, our leading man. I regret to say that I'm looking for something more valuable and this is the route showing on the map that we bought from the moogle. Not that kind of moogle, I've already asked.
By "we", of course, my partner and I. We arrived here on our airship. Perhaps you've seen her? Sleek and fast. Beautiful and a sight for sore eyes. Strong and able to withstand battle. You'd know if you've seen her. The airship's recognizable, too.
As much as I would love to stay and chit-chat all day, I've a schedule to keep to. Tombs to plunder, princesses to kidnap. I've got to keep up the sky pirate life, even if "yarr" and "yo ho ho and a bottle of rum" aren't usually in my vocabulary, thank you for asking. And my friend, it looks as though "bath" and "whole limbs" are not in yours. I could teach you a thing or two.
First thing: Hold out until the last moment. The best option is almost always option number three. Big treasure chests don't always mean that the treasure inside is worth it; some are beasts. Pull out if the going gets tough; it may be a mess at first, but it's a much safer in the long run. Keep a lookout handy! Remember to always protect yourself. Don't make any deals with young people with big blue eyes; it only gives you a headache the morning after.
Second thing: Don't try to gnaw on the arm of the man with the gun. Especially not on his cleaner sleeve.