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Your Name: Xhan
Age: 22
Username: xhannay
Email: xhan23@hotmail.com
IM: AIM@xhan23
Character Name: Cliff Fittir
Series: Star Ocean 3
Timeline: End Game
Background: http://starocean.wikia.com/wiki/Cliff_Fittir And since that doesn’t spill too much, here’s one about the game itself as well: http://starocean.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Ocean:_Till_the_End_of_Time :3
Spoken / written languages: Terran/Common, Klausian
Abilities: While alike to a human in appearance, Cliff is a Klausian from the distant planet of Klaus III. Much like the rest of his kind, Cliff is naturally gifted in hand to hand combat and loves little more than a good fight. He has incredibly fast reflexes and is able to move and react with great speed, as shown in an early game encounter (Cliff’s opening scene) where he dodges a bullet fired at him at a reasonably close range and goes on to beat the crap out of the shooter.
Items: Quad Scanner/Communicator. The Quad Scanner is a small device that does as its title suggests; it scans. Namely used in deep space exploration as a means of identifying the elements and surroundings, the Quad Scanner was also built to include a communicator, capable of translating any language directly as the words are spoken for the carrier to hear in their own language.
Third Person Sample:
With a low sigh, Cliff slumped back in his chair. He was tired, almost completely worn out from the week that had been and the soft leather of his selected seat was a welcome thing. The Pan-Galactic Federation was proving to be a downright pain in the backside, stubbornly pressuring the smaller, less defined planets into joining their side. It was Cliff’s organization, Quark that fought for the rights of those targeted worlds. It wasn’t that he hated the Federation, rather that Cliff didn’t agree with their methods. Freedom of speech and the right to decide one’s own actions were important to him, and seeing those basic rights stripped away by a bigger, bullying force just wasn’t cool.
It was late on the space shuttle Diplo and while the rest of the crew was either busy with their work or sleeping, Cliff had taken some time out to sit in the bridge and debate their next move. At least that had been his intention, but now that he was there, the former rebel leader was finding sleep a more likely end for the evening. Sure, Maria was the official leader these days, but Cliff still commanded a lot of respect amongst the team and more than a few still looked to him for guidance. Stretching his arms above his head, Cliff yawned loudly and lifted his legs to rest his heavy boots on the panel before him. “Eh, a few minutes won’t hurt,” he mumbled to himself, crossing his feet and sinking back a little further in his place.
He’d just dozed off when the door behind him slid open and Cliff jolted awake, attempting to leap to his feet and in the process mashing a set of random buttons on the control panel that had moments ago doubled as a footrest. Lights flashed on the screen before him, shifting as the computer system attempted to make sense of Cliff’s nonsensical boot mash. “Wait a second-what the hell’s going on here?” grumbled the Klausian.
Quickly he moved to correct his error, silently deciding that stopping the ship from firing phase cannons into the nothingness of space was more urgent than whatever his intruding crewmate was about to say. “You’re up late,” spoke a soft, feminine but strong voice from the doorway.
Cliff didn’t need to look to know who it was. He would know that voice anywhere. “What can I say? I’m a dedicated guy,” Cliff replied, finally setting the system right and turning to grin at his comrade.
First Person Sample:
[Comm clicking on and the sound of fumbling hands. This is closely followed by a slightly disgruntled, muttered voice.]
What the hell is this? The damn Communicator is a relic. Am I going back in time or what?
[Realization that yes, the comm is on and yes, what he’s saying is being heard by whoever might be out there.]
Uh, hello! This is Cliff Fittir, requesting an audience with the owner of this vessel to discuss the terms of my-
[He pauses there. When Cliff speaks again his voice has lost a lot of its formality and gained a combination of curiosity and excitement.]
What the..? Is that hallway on fire?!
Preferred Quarters: Put him anywhere. 8D
Age: 22
Username: xhannay
Email: xhan23@hotmail.com
IM: AIM@xhan23
Character Name: Cliff Fittir
Series: Star Ocean 3
Timeline: End Game
Background: http://starocean.wikia.com/wiki/Cliff_Fittir And since that doesn’t spill too much, here’s one about the game itself as well: http://starocean.wikia.com/wiki/Star_Ocean:_Till_the_End_of_Time :3
Spoken / written languages: Terran/Common, Klausian
Abilities: While alike to a human in appearance, Cliff is a Klausian from the distant planet of Klaus III. Much like the rest of his kind, Cliff is naturally gifted in hand to hand combat and loves little more than a good fight. He has incredibly fast reflexes and is able to move and react with great speed, as shown in an early game encounter (Cliff’s opening scene) where he dodges a bullet fired at him at a reasonably close range and goes on to beat the crap out of the shooter.
Items: Quad Scanner/Communicator. The Quad Scanner is a small device that does as its title suggests; it scans. Namely used in deep space exploration as a means of identifying the elements and surroundings, the Quad Scanner was also built to include a communicator, capable of translating any language directly as the words are spoken for the carrier to hear in their own language.
Third Person Sample:
With a low sigh, Cliff slumped back in his chair. He was tired, almost completely worn out from the week that had been and the soft leather of his selected seat was a welcome thing. The Pan-Galactic Federation was proving to be a downright pain in the backside, stubbornly pressuring the smaller, less defined planets into joining their side. It was Cliff’s organization, Quark that fought for the rights of those targeted worlds. It wasn’t that he hated the Federation, rather that Cliff didn’t agree with their methods. Freedom of speech and the right to decide one’s own actions were important to him, and seeing those basic rights stripped away by a bigger, bullying force just wasn’t cool.
It was late on the space shuttle Diplo and while the rest of the crew was either busy with their work or sleeping, Cliff had taken some time out to sit in the bridge and debate their next move. At least that had been his intention, but now that he was there, the former rebel leader was finding sleep a more likely end for the evening. Sure, Maria was the official leader these days, but Cliff still commanded a lot of respect amongst the team and more than a few still looked to him for guidance. Stretching his arms above his head, Cliff yawned loudly and lifted his legs to rest his heavy boots on the panel before him. “Eh, a few minutes won’t hurt,” he mumbled to himself, crossing his feet and sinking back a little further in his place.
He’d just dozed off when the door behind him slid open and Cliff jolted awake, attempting to leap to his feet and in the process mashing a set of random buttons on the control panel that had moments ago doubled as a footrest. Lights flashed on the screen before him, shifting as the computer system attempted to make sense of Cliff’s nonsensical boot mash. “Wait a second-what the hell’s going on here?” grumbled the Klausian.
Quickly he moved to correct his error, silently deciding that stopping the ship from firing phase cannons into the nothingness of space was more urgent than whatever his intruding crewmate was about to say. “You’re up late,” spoke a soft, feminine but strong voice from the doorway.
Cliff didn’t need to look to know who it was. He would know that voice anywhere. “What can I say? I’m a dedicated guy,” Cliff replied, finally setting the system right and turning to grin at his comrade.
First Person Sample:
[Comm clicking on and the sound of fumbling hands. This is closely followed by a slightly disgruntled, muttered voice.]
What the hell is this? The damn Communicator is a relic. Am I going back in time or what?
[Realization that yes, the comm is on and yes, what he’s saying is being heard by whoever might be out there.]
Uh, hello! This is Cliff Fittir, requesting an audience with the owner of this vessel to discuss the terms of my-
[He pauses there. When Cliff speaks again his voice has lost a lot of its formality and gained a combination of curiosity and excitement.]
What the..? Is that hallway on fire?!
Preferred Quarters: Put him anywhere. 8D