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Character: Lightning
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 21
Canon: On a world called Cocoon, all facets of life are controlled by god-like creatures called the fal’Cie. So that they can better assert their power, they choose strong-willed individuals at random to carry out tasks called Focuses. By fulfilling these tasks, they get a chance to have eternal life through crystallization-but if they fail, they’ll be turned into monsters. Some of these Focuses are intended to protect Cocoon at large, often from the world below called Pulse, which has a set of fal’Cie of its own. Oddly enough, though, these Pulse fal’Cie are capable of taking Cocoon’s citizens and using them to attack and even destroy Cocoon, and that’s the case with their most recent choices. These individuals have no choice but to fulfill their Focus-unless they decide a path for themselves.
The leader of this group is Lightning-though no one would exactly call her ready and willing to take on the role of worrying about others. With a harder outer shell that makes her seem tough, emotionless, and generally uncaring, Lightning’s drive and relentless determination make her difficult to deal with. Time with the other l’Cie forces her to open up somewhat and show that this armor is meant to hide her insecurities about not knowing how to protect what’s important. It doesn’t mean she strays from her dry, often humorless and brusque tone that makes her already blunt statements harsher, but she uses her own brand of tough love to motivate others. This is because she needs them to keep up their hope and faith to carry her through the toughest of times, when she’s no master of optimism herself. Thankfully, they’re up to the challenge of keeping her uplifted so that she believes that she can make the impossible happen.
Sample Post:
So it looks like you’re all out of luck. Your boss decided to hire me as a one-person execution squad. Just from looking at you, I can see why she only needed one person. You’re barely holding yourselves together. I’m sure you’ve all seen better days-days when you had brains and when you were thought of as scary, rather than pointless nuisances. Now, you can barely even stand tall. According to her instructions, this place is getting too crowded, so you’re what’s gotta go. After all, she’s got new monsters. I’m sure you’ve seen the first batch of them around. Just because they sparkle and have fangs, they think they can strut around thinking they’re good looking and in charge. It’s definitely obnoxious, but they’re better at making this place look good to outsiders.
Complete silence, outside of a few grunts. You’re really just happy with giving up? Well, too bad. As far as I’m concerned, Sayre hired the wrong person for her execution squad. I’m not the person to tell you how to dress sharp or sound like you’re groaning about your lost humanity, but I am gonna tell you that giving up is the wrong idea. That means that you have to stop putting down your arms-you’ll need those later. Without them, you’ll just end up looking like a bunch of idiots. And that’s right: I’m saying that you don’t already. So what if she doesn’t think you’re worth it?
After all, this is your home. But instead of embracing it and making it clear that it belongs to you, you’ve become like the rundown state of some of the cabins. Still, I know what you’re capable of. Sure, I sounded like I doubted you at first, but there’s a reason why she hired me. Put together, I’m the only one strong enough to handle all of you. She was afraid of an uprising, but that hasn’t crossed any of your minds. That’s what I want to change. Between you and me, I’m not impressed by those pretty faces myself. So what if they cater to the whims of the pet tentacle monster? All of you could be an army-as long as you believe it.
It finally looks like you’ve got the right idea. Good. You’re picking up stakes and garlic and aren’t waiting for nightfall to take them down. Decide what kind of world you want. Do you want one where pretty faces and tortured pasts take the cake? Or are you gonna remember whose place this is? It’s Camp Fuck You Die, after all. It’s about time you made good on your word.
43/1 (97.7%)
Series: Final Fantasy XIII
Character Age: 21
Canon: On a world called Cocoon, all facets of life are controlled by god-like creatures called the fal’Cie. So that they can better assert their power, they choose strong-willed individuals at random to carry out tasks called Focuses. By fulfilling these tasks, they get a chance to have eternal life through crystallization-but if they fail, they’ll be turned into monsters. Some of these Focuses are intended to protect Cocoon at large, often from the world below called Pulse, which has a set of fal’Cie of its own. Oddly enough, though, these Pulse fal’Cie are capable of taking Cocoon’s citizens and using them to attack and even destroy Cocoon, and that’s the case with their most recent choices. These individuals have no choice but to fulfill their Focus-unless they decide a path for themselves.
The leader of this group is Lightning-though no one would exactly call her ready and willing to take on the role of worrying about others. With a harder outer shell that makes her seem tough, emotionless, and generally uncaring, Lightning’s drive and relentless determination make her difficult to deal with. Time with the other l’Cie forces her to open up somewhat and show that this armor is meant to hide her insecurities about not knowing how to protect what’s important. It doesn’t mean she strays from her dry, often humorless and brusque tone that makes her already blunt statements harsher, but she uses her own brand of tough love to motivate others. This is because she needs them to keep up their hope and faith to carry her through the toughest of times, when she’s no master of optimism herself. Thankfully, they’re up to the challenge of keeping her uplifted so that she believes that she can make the impossible happen.
Sample Post:
So it looks like you’re all out of luck. Your boss decided to hire me as a one-person execution squad. Just from looking at you, I can see why she only needed one person. You’re barely holding yourselves together. I’m sure you’ve all seen better days-days when you had brains and when you were thought of as scary, rather than pointless nuisances. Now, you can barely even stand tall. According to her instructions, this place is getting too crowded, so you’re what’s gotta go. After all, she’s got new monsters. I’m sure you’ve seen the first batch of them around. Just because they sparkle and have fangs, they think they can strut around thinking they’re good looking and in charge. It’s definitely obnoxious, but they’re better at making this place look good to outsiders.
Complete silence, outside of a few grunts. You’re really just happy with giving up? Well, too bad. As far as I’m concerned, Sayre hired the wrong person for her execution squad. I’m not the person to tell you how to dress sharp or sound like you’re groaning about your lost humanity, but I am gonna tell you that giving up is the wrong idea. That means that you have to stop putting down your arms-you’ll need those later. Without them, you’ll just end up looking like a bunch of idiots. And that’s right: I’m saying that you don’t already. So what if she doesn’t think you’re worth it?
After all, this is your home. But instead of embracing it and making it clear that it belongs to you, you’ve become like the rundown state of some of the cabins. Still, I know what you’re capable of. Sure, I sounded like I doubted you at first, but there’s a reason why she hired me. Put together, I’m the only one strong enough to handle all of you. She was afraid of an uprising, but that hasn’t crossed any of your minds. That’s what I want to change. Between you and me, I’m not impressed by those pretty faces myself. So what if they cater to the whims of the pet tentacle monster? All of you could be an army-as long as you believe it.
It finally looks like you’ve got the right idea. Good. You’re picking up stakes and garlic and aren’t waiting for nightfall to take them down. Decide what kind of world you want. Do you want one where pretty faces and tortured pasts take the cake? Or are you gonna remember whose place this is? It’s Camp Fuck You Die, after all. It’s about time you made good on your word.
43/1 (97.7%)