Character Information
General
Canon Source: Final Fantasy VIII
Canon Format: Video game
Character's Name: Laguna Loire
Character's Age: 44
What form will your character's NV take? A really complex-looking cellphone.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Laguna has notable combat training, having signed up for service in Galbadia's army in his early twenties. His weapon of choice is a standard-issue Galbadian assault rifle, but he has also shown passable skill with a gunblade, a weapon notoriously difficult to wield. His time spent in the field during numerous wars (most notably the Sorceress War) has given him a good eye for details and quick reflexes, despite being a klutz outside the battlefield.
Laguna has a passion for writing, and has penned numerous travelogues for publication. He has no formal training, but his ability to write from the heart captures people's attention, and has earned him quite the fan following.
His kind, earnest nature and never-give-up attitude also has a tendency to rally the common man to do extraordinary things. Because of this, he's been placed into positions of importance by his fellow men, from commanding his own platoon, to leading a rebellion, to being the president of a nation.
Dormant Ability: Power of suggestion via speech (when he talks, people tend to agree with his ideas a bit)
Weapons: A standard-issue Galbadian assault rifle (incorrectly referred to as a machine gun by Laguna)
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Laguna's entry on Final Fantasy Wiki, forwarded to his history
Point in Canon: Post-canon
Character Personality: Laguna is not a thinking man. Or, rather, he's not a reasoning man. Laguna's words, thoughts, and actions all come straight from the heart, fueled by his emotions. He finds courage in the face of danger, and is always willing to put his life on the line for his friends and loved ones, often thinking about them exclusively before reminded to take care of himself as well. His impulsiveness has gotten him and his friends into trouble on more than one occasion, but despite their jibes, they will often turn to Laguna for guidance and direction when it comes down to the wire.
Laguna is also known for his cheerfulness and laid-back nature, which can lead to claims that he's 'immature' or 'simple.' He also has a tendency to make up responses on the fly, either getting answers mixed up or outright wrong altogether, a fact which embarasses him into ending a conversation when pointed out. He also has trouble talking to women in a serious manner, though he insists that he only gets nervous around 'beautiful women.' His telltale sign of nervousness is that his left leg will cramp up considerably.
His enrollment in the Galbadian army belies his hatred of violence, as he really only entered the army to travel and gain experiences to write about. His ultimate desire of being a journalist and inspiring others with the world that inspired him has given him the resolve to face any challenges, if only because it would make an excellent story later. This determination, as well as his pission for justice and emotion-fueled actions, causes people around him to follow his lead... probably the very reason why he was made president of Esthar.
Character Plans: Probably start writing again, maybe start working against AGI and Sero... sky's the limit with this guy.
Appearance/PB: Laguna, as he appears at the end of the game.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample ...ah... geez, lighten up on an old guy, wouldja? Just because I miss runnin' off to adventure like you kids...
...o-kay...
Uh, well then. Guess that's a good trick you pulled on me, huh! Droppin' me off in the middle of a field like this... guys? Guys?! C'mon, do you know how much grief I'm gonna get if I don't make it back to the office soon? Even if Kiros and Ward are in on this, I'm gonna catch hell!
...guys? Hello, kids? Ragnarok, come in?
.......
Ah, well, that's just great. Hope this means that sorceress didn't pull a fast one on us... HEY! Anyone hear me out there?
Third Person Sample The chair was really comfy.
Laguna leaned back, hearing the old, beaten chair creak with the movement, and swung his feet up onto the desk. The personal office he held in the Presidential Palace really didn't look like the workspace of a politician, with scattered magazines, photographs, and half-written articles covering the surface of his ages-old desk, covering the lack of varnish and peeling paint that signified the furniture's age. The walls were covered in photos, as well - an archive of adventures across the world - Dollet, Balamb, Trabia... even the Shumi Village. An old Galbadian Army uniform hung on the wall, next to a standard-issue assault rifle. Shelves lined with books and knicknacks painted a story of a man who had seen the farthest reaches of the world and lived to tell the tale.
As he leaned back and closed his eyes, multicolored light dances across his eyelids, the sun reflecting off of the crystal spires of Esthar and filling the room with fuzzy rainbows. It was times like this that Laguna, a man who lived life moment to moment, would reflect on what he'd done, and what he hadn't. He remembered Timber, Centra, the Vienne Mountains... he remembered Raine. He remembered the way she cared for him when he washed up in Winhill, broken and bleary. The way she stood up to his nonsense, but still supported his efforts to protect people and become a writer. The way she looked so devastated when Ellone had been taken... As much as he tried to get back to Winhill, Esthar kept him locked into a political duty. He didn't get to see Ellone home safely, didn't get to be there for Raine. That was one thing he still regret, to some degree - Raine had cared for him when he couldn't care for himself, but in her time of need, he couldn't come back. He tried, but Esthar's isolationist policy had barely let him send Ellone home to her. With him being a leader, there was no way he could set foot in an enemy country, even to see his wife. Finding out that he'd had a son before she died didn't help at all... but at least he'd gotten a chance to meet the boy. Man. He had become a man, without Laguna's help.
Or maybe he did help. Ellone told him all about what had happened, about using her powers... Quietly, Laguna mused that maybe, just maybe... he had helped his son to become a man. Just as, in a roundabout way, the boy had helped him become a better man than he was.
"President Loire!" An aide opened the door suddenly, breaking the older man's revirie.
"AUGH!" In a flailing of arms, Laguna flew backwards, his chair slipping out from under him as he fell to the ground with a loud thud. The chair spun away slowly, bumping into the wall on the far side of the office.
"Uh... Mr. President?"
"What's up?"
"There's... there's a policy meeting that's going to be taking place in about a half-hour. Uh... should I send Mr. Zabac or Mr. Seagill...?"
"Nah! I'll be ready in five!" A thumb's up popped just above the desk. "See you at the front, okay?"
"Uh... all right, sir." The aide stepped quietly out of the door, a little confused at the whole display.
Canon Source: Final Fantasy VIII
Canon Format: Video game
Character's Name: Laguna Loire
Character's Age: 44
What form will your character's NV take? A really complex-looking cellphone.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: Laguna has notable combat training, having signed up for service in Galbadia's army in his early twenties. His weapon of choice is a standard-issue Galbadian assault rifle, but he has also shown passable skill with a gunblade, a weapon notoriously difficult to wield. His time spent in the field during numerous wars (most notably the Sorceress War) has given him a good eye for details and quick reflexes, despite being a klutz outside the battlefield.
Laguna has a passion for writing, and has penned numerous travelogues for publication. He has no formal training, but his ability to write from the heart captures people's attention, and has earned him quite the fan following.
His kind, earnest nature and never-give-up attitude also has a tendency to rally the common man to do extraordinary things. Because of this, he's been placed into positions of importance by his fellow men, from commanding his own platoon, to leading a rebellion, to being the president of a nation.
Dormant Ability: Power of suggestion via speech (when he talks, people tend to agree with his ideas a bit)
Weapons: A standard-issue Galbadian assault rifle (incorrectly referred to as a machine gun by Laguna)
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Laguna's entry on Final Fantasy Wiki, forwarded to his history
Point in Canon: Post-canon
Character Personality: Laguna is not a thinking man. Or, rather, he's not a reasoning man. Laguna's words, thoughts, and actions all come straight from the heart, fueled by his emotions. He finds courage in the face of danger, and is always willing to put his life on the line for his friends and loved ones, often thinking about them exclusively before reminded to take care of himself as well. His impulsiveness has gotten him and his friends into trouble on more than one occasion, but despite their jibes, they will often turn to Laguna for guidance and direction when it comes down to the wire.
Laguna is also known for his cheerfulness and laid-back nature, which can lead to claims that he's 'immature' or 'simple.' He also has a tendency to make up responses on the fly, either getting answers mixed up or outright wrong altogether, a fact which embarasses him into ending a conversation when pointed out. He also has trouble talking to women in a serious manner, though he insists that he only gets nervous around 'beautiful women.' His telltale sign of nervousness is that his left leg will cramp up considerably.
His enrollment in the Galbadian army belies his hatred of violence, as he really only entered the army to travel and gain experiences to write about. His ultimate desire of being a journalist and inspiring others with the world that inspired him has given him the resolve to face any challenges, if only because it would make an excellent story later. This determination, as well as his pission for justice and emotion-fueled actions, causes people around him to follow his lead... probably the very reason why he was made president of Esthar.
Character Plans: Probably start writing again, maybe start working against AGI and Sero... sky's the limit with this guy.
Appearance/PB: Laguna, as he appears at the end of the game.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample ...ah... geez, lighten up on an old guy, wouldja? Just because I miss runnin' off to adventure like you kids...
...o-kay...
Uh, well then. Guess that's a good trick you pulled on me, huh! Droppin' me off in the middle of a field like this... guys? Guys?! C'mon, do you know how much grief I'm gonna get if I don't make it back to the office soon? Even if Kiros and Ward are in on this, I'm gonna catch hell!
...guys? Hello, kids? Ragnarok, come in?
.......
Ah, well, that's just great. Hope this means that sorceress didn't pull a fast one on us... HEY! Anyone hear me out there?
Third Person Sample The chair was really comfy.
Laguna leaned back, hearing the old, beaten chair creak with the movement, and swung his feet up onto the desk. The personal office he held in the Presidential Palace really didn't look like the workspace of a politician, with scattered magazines, photographs, and half-written articles covering the surface of his ages-old desk, covering the lack of varnish and peeling paint that signified the furniture's age. The walls were covered in photos, as well - an archive of adventures across the world - Dollet, Balamb, Trabia... even the Shumi Village. An old Galbadian Army uniform hung on the wall, next to a standard-issue assault rifle. Shelves lined with books and knicknacks painted a story of a man who had seen the farthest reaches of the world and lived to tell the tale.
As he leaned back and closed his eyes, multicolored light dances across his eyelids, the sun reflecting off of the crystal spires of Esthar and filling the room with fuzzy rainbows. It was times like this that Laguna, a man who lived life moment to moment, would reflect on what he'd done, and what he hadn't. He remembered Timber, Centra, the Vienne Mountains... he remembered Raine. He remembered the way she cared for him when he washed up in Winhill, broken and bleary. The way she stood up to his nonsense, but still supported his efforts to protect people and become a writer. The way she looked so devastated when Ellone had been taken... As much as he tried to get back to Winhill, Esthar kept him locked into a political duty. He didn't get to see Ellone home safely, didn't get to be there for Raine. That was one thing he still regret, to some degree - Raine had cared for him when he couldn't care for himself, but in her time of need, he couldn't come back. He tried, but Esthar's isolationist policy had barely let him send Ellone home to her. With him being a leader, there was no way he could set foot in an enemy country, even to see his wife. Finding out that he'd had a son before she died didn't help at all... but at least he'd gotten a chance to meet the boy. Man. He had become a man, without Laguna's help.
Or maybe he did help. Ellone told him all about what had happened, about using her powers... Quietly, Laguna mused that maybe, just maybe... he had helped his son to become a man. Just as, in a roundabout way, the boy had helped him become a better man than he was.
"President Loire!" An aide opened the door suddenly, breaking the older man's revirie.
"AUGH!" In a flailing of arms, Laguna flew backwards, his chair slipping out from under him as he fell to the ground with a loud thud. The chair spun away slowly, bumping into the wall on the far side of the office.
"Uh... Mr. President?"
"What's up?"
"There's... there's a policy meeting that's going to be taking place in about a half-hour. Uh... should I send Mr. Zabac or Mr. Seagill...?"
"Nah! I'll be ready in five!" A thumb's up popped just above the desk. "See you at the front, okay?"
"Uh... all right, sir." The aide stepped quietly out of the door, a little confused at the whole display.