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Name: Kory
Journal:korynth
Age: 24
Characters Played: N/A
C H A R A C T E R
Name: Al-Cid Margrace
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Canon Point: As a native to FFXII, he'll be from the beginning of the game.
Age: Approximately 27, as that's his age listed in Tactics A2.
Species: Hume.
Background: Oh, the things I will show you.
Personality: Al-Cid fits a lot of tropes of an international man of mystery. He's suave and mysterious, and he has a habit of popping up exactly where he's needed and not expected, to impart knowledge to the party. Yet he's a bit of a comical character, too, as he lays on his charm so thick that Larsa groans when he kisses Ashe's hand upon their first meeting, and he always has a maid to attend to his every need, and a network of "birdies" that feed him information.
How much of what he says and does is sincere is up to the beholder, but the Gran Kiltias does assure the party that he dreams of peace above all else, and he goes out of his way to aid Larsa and the party when he can. While his manner of speaking may be over the top, he's a very realistic man and is constantly aware of just what needs to be done in order to attain his - and others' - goals. In many ways he helps set Ashe on the right path during her journey for peace and succession, yet she also managed to do things her own way--refusing his offer to escort her to Rozarria in favor of going after the Sword of Kings.
Though he's a prince of Rozarria, he understands that he must act on his own if he wishes to have any hope of attaining peace and avoiding full-scale war. Still, he's well-spoken - despite his heavy accent - and a bit of a romantic, as shown in his choice of words--"I would lay down my life at a single word, to be sure." While he's not one to mince words when it comes down to business, as time is ever of the essence in war times, he does spare time to romance Ashe in his own, straightforward and over-the-top manner.
It seems that, though he acts on his own with his network of "birds," he holds a fair amount of sway in Rozarria. He claims that he is but one of many princes in Rozarria, but he is able to keep all but the "most devoted generals" from declaring war on Archadia in order to buy Ashe time to search for the Sword of Kings. He's also extremely well-informed all the time, knowing of Emperor Gramis's death before Larsa has been told, that Vayne awoke Bahamut, and more. He's a man who's always well-prepared for what's coming as he tends to be able to anticipate what's coming, and no matter how much of a romantic he is, that also makes him a very down-to-earth man.
AU History: Al-Cid is somewhere in Ivalice, trying to keep war from breaking out and spouting cheesy lines to pretty ladies. Likely he is keeping in touch with Larsa Solidor - as they obviously know one another by the time he meets the party in FFXII - and keeping an eye on how things progress.
Alliance: While Al-Cid is a Rozarrian prince, he's working behind the scenes to ensure peace between Archadia and Rozarria.
Licenses: Time Magick 1; Libra
S A M P L E
First Person Sample: [Private to Larsa:]
Little Lordling, about what we last discussed? You can count on my support.
[Private to Ashelia:]
My lady, how do you fare? Well, I hope? It would not do if such a beautiful desert rose wilted before her time. [He grins. His charm might be less effective over a device like this, but he'll still try to make up for it.] Should you have time, I would like to meet with you. We have much to discuss, you and I.
Revised First Person Sample [The feed opens with an incredibly charming smile. He can't help but put on a show for those watching, and he has an image to maintain.]
Ladies-- [He draws out the word with a curl of his lips.] --and gentlemen, I beg of you to spare a moment for this humble man.
[He can just imagine the groan the little lordling would give when he saw this, and it only spurred him on.]
One of my precious little birdies seems to have dropped something of mine while we were out. The item is very important to me, you see, so I come to you out of desperation. Should you find it, please bring it to the Sandsea; you'll know it when you see it. I will be incredibly grateful and I will pay you handsomely for your effort.
[His voice drops a little to a dark, sultry tone.] In whatever way you'd like, of course.
Third Person Sample: Slowly he crossed his arms over his chest as he stared over the railing of the balcony in his room. The Resistance was moving in peculiar patterns lately; he had an idea as to why, he was simply here to confirm it himself. While he trusted his birds, they could only do so much sometimes. And well, this certainly made things more interesting, though far more complicated as well.
Turning, he slid his glasses off and handed them off to one of four maids. Another awaited him at a writing desk, patiently handing over pen and paper after he had sat. He scrawled a simple note and then handed it over to her. All he had to do was grin up at her and she was already off. Ah yes, women were better than birds, to be sure.
"As for you," he said, turning to face another, "offer my condolences that I was not able to meet with him in person."
She bowed her head and was off. From the corner of his eye he could see the remaining two on either side of him with but an incline of his head. They had much to do, so they might as well get started. He held a hand out and his glasses were placed in his palm, and it only took a curl of his fingers to draw the two closer.
"Let us take our leave," he bade.
Something told him that he would find some answers in Bhujerba. Perhaps it was the way the birds on the balcony sung soft and sweet melodies, he mused. They were not so different, these birds and his own. In fact, the only difference was that the latter had no idea of the dangers that loomed so close to them; they did not carry the burdens of war on their wings so they were able to fly freely.
Perhaps he envied them for that.
Name: Kory
Journal:
korynthAge: 24
Characters Played: N/A
C H A R A C T E R
Name: Al-Cid Margrace
Fandom: Final Fantasy XII
Canon Point: As a native to FFXII, he'll be from the beginning of the game.
Age: Approximately 27, as that's his age listed in Tactics A2.
Species: Hume.
Background: Oh, the things I will show you.
Personality: Al-Cid fits a lot of tropes of an international man of mystery. He's suave and mysterious, and he has a habit of popping up exactly where he's needed and not expected, to impart knowledge to the party. Yet he's a bit of a comical character, too, as he lays on his charm so thick that Larsa groans when he kisses Ashe's hand upon their first meeting, and he always has a maid to attend to his every need, and a network of "birdies" that feed him information.
How much of what he says and does is sincere is up to the beholder, but the Gran Kiltias does assure the party that he dreams of peace above all else, and he goes out of his way to aid Larsa and the party when he can. While his manner of speaking may be over the top, he's a very realistic man and is constantly aware of just what needs to be done in order to attain his - and others' - goals. In many ways he helps set Ashe on the right path during her journey for peace and succession, yet she also managed to do things her own way--refusing his offer to escort her to Rozarria in favor of going after the Sword of Kings.
Though he's a prince of Rozarria, he understands that he must act on his own if he wishes to have any hope of attaining peace and avoiding full-scale war. Still, he's well-spoken - despite his heavy accent - and a bit of a romantic, as shown in his choice of words--"I would lay down my life at a single word, to be sure." While he's not one to mince words when it comes down to business, as time is ever of the essence in war times, he does spare time to romance Ashe in his own, straightforward and over-the-top manner.
It seems that, though he acts on his own with his network of "birds," he holds a fair amount of sway in Rozarria. He claims that he is but one of many princes in Rozarria, but he is able to keep all but the "most devoted generals" from declaring war on Archadia in order to buy Ashe time to search for the Sword of Kings. He's also extremely well-informed all the time, knowing of Emperor Gramis's death before Larsa has been told, that Vayne awoke Bahamut, and more. He's a man who's always well-prepared for what's coming as he tends to be able to anticipate what's coming, and no matter how much of a romantic he is, that also makes him a very down-to-earth man.
AU History: Al-Cid is somewhere in Ivalice, trying to keep war from breaking out and spouting cheesy lines to pretty ladies. Likely he is keeping in touch with Larsa Solidor - as they obviously know one another by the time he meets the party in FFXII - and keeping an eye on how things progress.
Alliance: While Al-Cid is a Rozarrian prince, he's working behind the scenes to ensure peace between Archadia and Rozarria.
Licenses: Time Magick 1; Libra
S A M P L E
First Person Sample: [Private to Larsa:]
Little Lordling, about what we last discussed? You can count on my support.
[Private to Ashelia:]
My lady, how do you fare? Well, I hope? It would not do if such a beautiful desert rose wilted before her time. [He grins. His charm might be less effective over a device like this, but he'll still try to make up for it.] Should you have time, I would like to meet with you. We have much to discuss, you and I.
Revised First Person Sample [The feed opens with an incredibly charming smile. He can't help but put on a show for those watching, and he has an image to maintain.]
Ladies-- [He draws out the word with a curl of his lips.] --and gentlemen, I beg of you to spare a moment for this humble man.
[He can just imagine the groan the little lordling would give when he saw this, and it only spurred him on.]
One of my precious little birdies seems to have dropped something of mine while we were out. The item is very important to me, you see, so I come to you out of desperation. Should you find it, please bring it to the Sandsea; you'll know it when you see it. I will be incredibly grateful and I will pay you handsomely for your effort.
[His voice drops a little to a dark, sultry tone.] In whatever way you'd like, of course.
Third Person Sample: Slowly he crossed his arms over his chest as he stared over the railing of the balcony in his room. The Resistance was moving in peculiar patterns lately; he had an idea as to why, he was simply here to confirm it himself. While he trusted his birds, they could only do so much sometimes. And well, this certainly made things more interesting, though far more complicated as well.
Turning, he slid his glasses off and handed them off to one of four maids. Another awaited him at a writing desk, patiently handing over pen and paper after he had sat. He scrawled a simple note and then handed it over to her. All he had to do was grin up at her and she was already off. Ah yes, women were better than birds, to be sure.
"As for you," he said, turning to face another, "offer my condolences that I was not able to meet with him in person."
She bowed her head and was off. From the corner of his eye he could see the remaining two on either side of him with but an incline of his head. They had much to do, so they might as well get started. He held a hand out and his glasses were placed in his palm, and it only took a curl of his fingers to draw the two closer.
"Let us take our leave," he bade.
Something told him that he would find some answers in Bhujerba. Perhaps it was the way the birds on the balcony sung soft and sweet melodies, he mused. They were not so different, these birds and his own. In fact, the only difference was that the latter had no idea of the dangers that loomed so close to them; they did not carry the burdens of war on their wings so they were able to fly freely.
Perhaps he envied them for that.
