application for ilpromenade, redux.
PLAYER
✧ NAME: Valya
✧ LJ USERNAME: mc_valya
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): grandsolovey @ AIM, Plurk, Gmail
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: feycarved, corpsecakes, and blunderbussed
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Judge Magister Gabranth (Noah fon Ronsenburg)
✧ SERIES: Final Fantasy XII
✧ HISTORY: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gabranth
✧ TIMELINE: after his defeat at the Pharos.
✧ PERSONALITY: One of the most defining aspects of Gabranth’s character is his relationship-or lack thereof-with his brother Basch. He holds deep resentment and hatred towards his brother, a depth which is shown through nearly all of his interactions with the player’s party. Only when Basch steps between him and Ashe atop the Pharos at Ridorana is he spurred into violence, and he continues to dog Basch aboard the Sky Fortress Bahamut, lashing out at him again despite being so heavily injured that he can hardly stand.
Because of this resentment, he is blind to just why Basch has been able to endure all that he’s suffered. When he confronts the party on the Bahamut, he says to his brother, “You failed Landis, you failed Dalmasca-all you were to protect, yet you still hold onto your honor! How?” He cannot bring himself to understand how his brother’s sense of duty has taken precedence over all else; while Basch carries on with dignity after the humiliation and despair he’s endured, even at the hands of his own brother, Gabranth remains tortured with guilt and hatred, for the homeland he abandoned and the brother who abandoned him.
However, Basch’s comparison of his own duty to Ashe with Gabranth’s duty to Larsa is fairly accurate. Although he resents the empire that destroyed his homeland, his loyalty to both Archadia and Larsa Ferrinas Solidor is absolute-and he upholds that loyalty by turning his sword on Vayne, ultimately giving his life to defend the empire and the young lord from the maddened emperor. Even in death, his only wish is for Basch to protect Larsa in his stead, for without Larsa, “the empire would fail, and civil war would take us all.” While he may not have been able to forgive himself for his own actions, here he is shown to place his lord (and the empire) above himself and all of his pain, dying with honor and exemplifying his identity as Judge Magister.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: http://tenacious-stray.livejournal.com/1067.html#cutid1 tl;dr - He is highly proficient at swordsmanship, as evidenced by his favored weapon; its apparent unwieldiness attests to his skill. Despite having only a very basic proficiency at magicks, he has command over a variety of technicks, and his armor grants him protection from various status ailments.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: day
✧ MASK DESIGN: When he isn't wearing his helm, he'll be wearing this.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: The Nalbina Dungeons.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON:
What manner of afterlife is this? There are those who tell me it is not, but I know that cannot be true. What end apart from death was I to expect? Might these others have fallen to the same Fate, yet remain ever blind to it? What cruel Hell would leave its inhabitants in such ignorance?
But that is hardly all of it. These same others would tell me that Ivalice-nay, all of the world-has fallen. This above all else I am certain to be false, yet I cannot help but feel some lingering doubt.
This matter will require further investigation.
✧ THIRD PERSON:
Battle raged in the sky above Dalmasca, both surrounding and aboard the Bahamut, between the Empire and those who wished to see Her fall-between the princess and her faction, the nethicite-maddened Emperor, and the lone Judge Magister.
Gabranth could feel his end nearing; there was little else he could feel. His armor felt no longer like his second skin, no longer like something meant to protect, but rather some prison of iron and steel, clanking about him and binding his wounded flesh. It bore heavily upon him, slowed his movement, and rendered his blades little more than dead weights in his hands. His helm narrowed his vision, which was already growing starry and dim, and all he could hear was the rasp of his breath and the pounding of his blood.
Yet still, he had to press on.
What sort of man would stand against his emperor? What sort of man would raise his sword against the very symbol of his nation, in alliance with those who would seek only to undermine it? Surely, the only title such a man deserved was that of traitor, for only a traitor would dare act with such defiance.
But this Judge was no stranger to the title of traitor, and this monster was now less a man than he was ever emperor. This was no act of defiance, he was now certain-this was all he could do to protect the empire he served, those who would guide it without need of an iron fist, and the only identity left to him.
For Archadia-
He dropped the shorter blade, leaving it to clatter against the floor, and took his other sword in both hands to charge at the man he once called his liege. Even if it meant treason-one more sin for his soul to bear-for the future of Archadia, he would cleave a path.
✧ NAME: Valya
✧ LJ USERNAME: mc_valya
✧ CONTACT (EMAIL, AIM, MSN, PLURK, ETC.): grandsolovey @ AIM, Plurk, Gmail
✧ CURRENT MUSE LIST: feycarved, corpsecakes, and blunderbussed
CHARACTER
✧ NAME: Judge Magister Gabranth (Noah fon Ronsenburg)
✧ SERIES: Final Fantasy XII
✧ HISTORY: http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Gabranth
✧ TIMELINE: after his defeat at the Pharos.
✧ PERSONALITY: One of the most defining aspects of Gabranth’s character is his relationship-or lack thereof-with his brother Basch. He holds deep resentment and hatred towards his brother, a depth which is shown through nearly all of his interactions with the player’s party. Only when Basch steps between him and Ashe atop the Pharos at Ridorana is he spurred into violence, and he continues to dog Basch aboard the Sky Fortress Bahamut, lashing out at him again despite being so heavily injured that he can hardly stand.
Because of this resentment, he is blind to just why Basch has been able to endure all that he’s suffered. When he confronts the party on the Bahamut, he says to his brother, “You failed Landis, you failed Dalmasca-all you were to protect, yet you still hold onto your honor! How?” He cannot bring himself to understand how his brother’s sense of duty has taken precedence over all else; while Basch carries on with dignity after the humiliation and despair he’s endured, even at the hands of his own brother, Gabranth remains tortured with guilt and hatred, for the homeland he abandoned and the brother who abandoned him.
However, Basch’s comparison of his own duty to Ashe with Gabranth’s duty to Larsa is fairly accurate. Although he resents the empire that destroyed his homeland, his loyalty to both Archadia and Larsa Ferrinas Solidor is absolute-and he upholds that loyalty by turning his sword on Vayne, ultimately giving his life to defend the empire and the young lord from the maddened emperor. Even in death, his only wish is for Basch to protect Larsa in his stead, for without Larsa, “the empire would fail, and civil war would take us all.” While he may not have been able to forgive himself for his own actions, here he is shown to place his lord (and the empire) above himself and all of his pain, dying with honor and exemplifying his identity as Judge Magister.
✧ ABILITIES/POWERS: http://tenacious-stray.livejournal.com/1067.html#cutid1 tl;dr - He is highly proficient at swordsmanship, as evidenced by his favored weapon; its apparent unwieldiness attests to his skill. Despite having only a very basic proficiency at magicks, he has command over a variety of technicks, and his armor grants him protection from various status ailments.
✧ TIME OF ARRIVAL: day
✧ MASK DESIGN: When he isn't wearing his helm, he'll be wearing this.
✧ PLACE OF SOLACE: The Nalbina Dungeons.
SAMPLES
✧ FIRST PERSON:
What manner of afterlife is this? There are those who tell me it is not, but I know that cannot be true. What end apart from death was I to expect? Might these others have fallen to the same Fate, yet remain ever blind to it? What cruel Hell would leave its inhabitants in such ignorance?
But that is hardly all of it. These same others would tell me that Ivalice-nay, all of the world-has fallen. This above all else I am certain to be false, yet I cannot help but feel some lingering doubt.
This matter will require further investigation.
✧ THIRD PERSON:
Battle raged in the sky above Dalmasca, both surrounding and aboard the Bahamut, between the Empire and those who wished to see Her fall-between the princess and her faction, the nethicite-maddened Emperor, and the lone Judge Magister.
Gabranth could feel his end nearing; there was little else he could feel. His armor felt no longer like his second skin, no longer like something meant to protect, but rather some prison of iron and steel, clanking about him and binding his wounded flesh. It bore heavily upon him, slowed his movement, and rendered his blades little more than dead weights in his hands. His helm narrowed his vision, which was already growing starry and dim, and all he could hear was the rasp of his breath and the pounding of his blood.
Yet still, he had to press on.
What sort of man would stand against his emperor? What sort of man would raise his sword against the very symbol of his nation, in alliance with those who would seek only to undermine it? Surely, the only title such a man deserved was that of traitor, for only a traitor would dare act with such defiance.
But this Judge was no stranger to the title of traitor, and this monster was now less a man than he was ever emperor. This was no act of defiance, he was now certain-this was all he could do to protect the empire he served, those who would guide it without need of an iron fist, and the only identity left to him.
For Archadia-
He dropped the shorter blade, leaving it to clatter against the floor, and took his other sword in both hands to charge at the man he once called his liege. Even if it meant treason-one more sin for his soul to bear-for the future of Archadia, he would cleave a path.