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Character
Name: Faize Sheifa Beleth
Fandom: Star Ocean: The Last Hope
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Time Period: End-game.
Wing Color: Ruby red, the same color at his eyes when he feels extreme emotion.
History: http://starocean.wikia.com/wiki/Faize_Sheifa_Beleth
Personality: As a trait of his race, or perhaps a side effect of his genetic modification, Faize has difficulty in expressing his emotions. For the most part, they are repressed in favour of a logical and unbiased line of thinking. Because of this logical mindset, Faize often speaks insensitively, though his lack of tact is not for lack of caring. Often, he regrets speaking so carelessly, and is always willing to express his apologies. A good example about this is when he can’t get the Calnus to leave Earth’s atmosphere. He is visibly frustrated, and when Meracle offers the Exalithium Crystal from her collar to help him, he snaps at her about how a pendant is useless…until he realizes what it is. Upon realizing that an opportunity is before him, he immediately regains his cool and solves the problem at hand.
Despite his care in keeping his emotional control as strong as iron, Faize is easily swayed. He has a gentle and honest personality, and this is fueled by a curiosity that is in turn fueled by his kindness. He is friendly and polite, usually attempting to be the pacifist of any situation if the emotional toll on anyone else seems to be driving them. However, because he is such a polite person, he tends to look down upon people who are rude or thoughtless, taking a particular dislike in those who act irrationally to the point of causing others to suffer. He has a tendency to be cocky, likely something common among Eldarians, who believe to be a superior race in a rather under-toned manner. In battle, he will often offer to take care of things himself, though he is also the first to admit that his training is far from finished. When it comes to Captain Maverick, for instance, even a victory in a duel only fuels to prove his point; there is always room for him to improve his skills.
His calculated reasoning and calm nature make him a sort of caregiver among his friends, even though he’s somewhat emotionally stupid. He likes to talk and likes to listen to others talk, but through his rambling, clear advice often makes itself known. He has a powerful sense of honour and duty, and holds Edge in high regard, desperately wanting to be as strong as the human and make him proud. The Eldarians that assigned him to work within the crew of the SRF-003 Calnus claimed that his skill in swordsmanship and symbology surpass the average skill of those in his age group, but admitted that he lacks experience, one of his only true flaws.
The final events of the game put Faize under emotional strain, and compromised as he was, his desire for strength and power overwhelmed his pacifist nature. Shortly before leaving the party, he was more prone to angry outbursts and tended to go off on his own far more often. His failure to protect those he cared for had shaken his gentle heart, and he slowly lost himself to a lust for the power to defend his allies. When Eldar was destroyed, he left Edge and the rest of the Calnus crew to fight alongside Captain Crowe, and shortly thereafter saw many of the Eldarian refugees slaughtered. It was at this point that he left Crowe to give himself up to the Grigori’s power, a power that up until then, he had been fighting against. His desperation for power, and through that power, peace, weakened him until a twisted logic made him believe it was a good idea to destroy the current universe in order to create a world free from suffering.
Edge and the crew of the Calnus defeated him, freeing him from the Grigori’s influence. He seemed to understand then that Edge’s philosophy had been misunderstood. Evolution and power needed to be obtained slowly and naturally, and not handed to him on a plate. He’d wanted to be strong like Edge, and keep moving forward. Now that he’s failed so miserably in his efforts to abuse a power handed to him, he intends to keep moving forward and improving his skills…all on his own.
Strengths: Faize is a skilled fencer, able to wield a rapier with good speed and shocking precision. He also has skills in symbology, a type of magic that is not altogether too uncommon in their world. This he uses to cast abilities such as Ice Needles, Shadow Needles, Stone Rain, and Earth Glaive. He never uses fire, wind, holy, or lightning abilities. Whether he simply favours Ice, Shadow, and Earth techniques or is limited to using them is unclear.
Faize is capable of maintaining a cool head even under the most stressful of circumstances. He rarely acts recklessly, and his calculated thought processes and clear reasoning prove to be a great asset to anyone he works with. He is easy to turn to for advice, especially considering that his logical mindset does not match up with a cold nature. A good example of his ability to think clearly while everyone else panics is when they were incapable of escaping from the alternate dimension Earth. The ship couldn’t get off the ground, and yet he was able to determine that Meracle’s pendant was a material they could use to get the ship back into space, despite being under great stress, himself.
Emotionally, Faize is normally in complete control. Though he’s easily surprised or amused and sometimes appears a little arrogant when it comes to his race, it is rare to see him distressed or angry. Even when he is, he is capable of hiding it, for the most part. When Reimi, Edge’s childhood friend, was cured of the stone sickness that should have claimed her life, everyone was incredibly grateful and pleased. Faize, not wanting them to “see his bashful face,” took his leave in order to recover on his own.
Weaknesses: As a fighter, Faize is rather well-rounded. While he doesn’t particularly surpass any of his allies in skills when it comes to weapons or magic, he has no clear weaknesses, either. However, because of his average-level skills, he often sees himself as weak and useless in comparison to fighters like Edge. This urges him to train harder with each passing day, but also aids in his descent into madness as he found himself incapable of defending his friends.
Faize’s way of thinking is rarely compromised, and he always believes whole-heartedly in everything he does. He’s not one for reckless actions, and seems to be the most mentally prepared of any of the characters. However, after the destruction of the alternate universe Earth, Edge’s loss of self, the murder of the tribe that showed him such kindness, the destruction of Eldar, and the near annihilation of his people, he was, for a time, more geared towards obtaining a strength that surpasses even Edge’s than towards finding a way to defend those who desperately need help.
When Faize’s emotional control falters and he grows unstable, his confusion at the fact exacerbates the problem. He often denies his emotions both to himself and verbally, even if everyone else can see that something is wrong. Lymle and Edge always seem to be the first to know if something is troubling him, but he always denies it. At one point, Edge points out to him that he’s not very good at expressing himself. Faize responds with confusion. As a side effect of the genetic modification the Eldarians undergo, when Faize has fully lost control of his emotions, his irises turn red and begin to glow. It’s not clear whether he knows of this.
Faize’s kindness is his ultimate downfall. His heart, so susceptible to the pain and misery of others, is incredibly weak due to this kindness. As Edge himself says at the border of the very end:
“You were kinder than anyone else. But your kindness was too much for this world.”
Samples
First Person:
(( I had difficulty with this, so if it is inadequate, please throw a Q&A at me. I wanted to give it a try just in case.))
So I am moving forward one moment, and a Featherfolk in the next. No, that isn’t right… I can’t fly. Then again, neither could Sarah. I still feel like myself, but what are these wings? What an angry colour…
I can’t waste any time here. I must have crashed, somehow. I’m not injured. How is this possible?
…No. I’ll worry about all of that later. For now, I must keep moving forward, as Edge would. Edge… If only you were here now. In your absence, I can only hope to make you proud of me when we meet again. Let’s hope my translator works here, or I will truly be in for a rough time.
Third Person:
Faize was in a good deal of pain. He could only guess that it was because of the wings. Experimentally, as he walked, he flexed them. He pressed them to his skin, then flared the feathers. They were small, so he assumed he would be incapable of flight. Then again, as he continued to muse over them, he grew doubtful that he’d want to fly even if they could bear his weight.
Wherever he was, it was warmer than Lemuris. Bare feet crushed soft grass with every step that he took, and even with the pants he was wearing, he felt naked. The symbological tattoos etched into his wrists were exposed, as were his pointed ears. For a moment, he wondered if he’d be capable of performing his symbology skills. After considering, he decided against it. The last thing he needed was to be found breaking some rule that he was ignorant to, or to accidentally harm someone while attacking a whole lot of nothing. Neither were very good outcomes, and both of them were possible.
With all that knowledge came the fear that no one would understand a word he spoke when he finally found someone to talk to. That fear almost overwhelmed his curiosity and excitement, his thirst for knowledge about this strange new world. Almost.
This might as well have been a test, or another training regimen. He’d been stripped of everything, from weapons and armor to his translator and the Eldarian accessories that usually adorned his ears. It was disconcerting at best, nerve-wracking at worst. Nodding his head and deciding immediately what the best course of action was, Faize started towards the village that he could barely make out from his position on a hill. A training regimen, indeed. Whatever this place was, wherever Faize was, it seemed to stress that one rule he now swore to live by.
Keep walking forward. And so he did.