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Name: Twi
Age: 25
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Character (Original Universe)
Name: Ardyn Izunia actually Ardyn Lucis Caelum
Age: Appears mid-forties, but is actually 2000+ years old
Gender: Male
Canon: Final Fantasy XV
Canon Point: Post-Chapter 13
History: "Allow me to regale you with a tale." (WARNING FOR MAJOR SPOILERS FOR FINAL FANTASY XV)
Personality: "Noct, killing you as a mortal will bring me scant satisfaction. Claim the Crystal's power. Arise as its champion. Only once the Crystal and King are no more...can I know redemption." -Ardyn Lucis Caelum, Chapter 13
The self-styled "man of no consequence" is an enigma--a mystery to all who consort with him--and an ever-present force ever lingering just out of sight of all important ongoings until he wishes to step in. He was once a kind and caring man, the original King of Light chosen by the Crystal to save his subjects from the Starscourge. Yet when he fell from grace, he fell hard.
He is bold, manipulative, yet ever so mellifulous with his civil and polite nature. He has the charisma of a king, and justifiably so, given his past dealings. Even in the face of angry children (read: Noctis and his friends), such as he faced in his visit to Galdin Quay, he ever remained calm and courteous - even offering the four a silver coin. "An allowance", as he put it. Noct is, after all, a many-times-removed nephew.
It is his honeyed tongue that granted him a place beside the Emperor of Niflheim, the very spot from which he could enact his schemes of vengeance and oversee the development of this newly chosen king. Yet for his eccentricities and flamboyant nature, the honeyed words only mask the poison in every whisper. He is unpredictable, casual and unphased by the world--often mocking others and toying with their weaknesses and egos to suit his needs. Such things were hinted at with the distrust Caligo shows of the man during Chapter 6 as Noctis shadows him in an effort to detain the Imperial official for questioning, and his multiple dealings with Ravus Nox Fleuret. Taunting him with the future demise of his sister, Lunafreya, for forging Covenants with the remaining Six Astrals, only to have him executed later for treason and partially daemonized to torment Ravus, the new king, and his retainers.
Though perhaps the best example of his manipulation comes directly from his interactions with Noctis, bending time and reality itself to switch places with his dear friend Prompto up until the point Noctis pushes the real Prompto off a speeding train. Though the most obvious (and infamous) examples come from Chapter 13, which starts with him luring Noctis, Gladiolus, and Ignis into Gralea with the promise of finding Prompto, only to separate Noct from his friends and stip him of his powers, leaving him defenseless against the daemons that were once the citizens of the capital of the Niflheim Empire, before they were infected by the Starscourge. He then lures Noct further into Zegnautus Keep--the very same Keep that the Empire conducted the Deathless Project which gave birth to the magitek infantry--toying with him by setting up false leads on Prompto's whereabouts, and belittling him at every turn as he winds his way through the labyrinth of death and machinery with naught but the Ring of the Lucii. Guiding him through to discover just who these innocent souls once were, before being murdered at the hands of a foreign king. He even guided his dear friends to save him from certain death by electrocution, before separating them once more in order to test Noctis' willingness to sacrifice all for his people.
Yet for all his impatience, his desire for revenge against the royal family who betrayed him and the Astrals who refused to allow him to ascend, all he has done, he has done to see that the dawn returned. That Noctis became his true successor as the second King of Light, albeit for the selfish reason of finding the sweet release of death and the afterlife. Something that eludes him still, as he awaits the King of Light in a world twisted by his own machinations and nocte impetua.
He has lived for a long, long time. Waited patiently through the ages for the Crystal to choose its new King. He will not be pleased to have that taken from him on the relative eve of his victory, and will do his utmost to ensure that this world knows it in the most civil manner possible.
As an aside, once he has learned all he needs to know, I expect he will soon put into motion his own desires. After all, he won't be satisfied until the Crystal and his brother's line are destroyed. (This does not mean he will side with Kalki, for a world, no, a new reality without death is meaningless to him.)
Third-Person Sample: Now this was surprising indeed. Not only awakening in a waste not unlike what awaited within the crown jewel of the empire, but the living, breathing white ball of fluff and goodness floating before him, red pom bouncing as it tried to tug at his sleeve. So incessant was it requests that for a moment, all he could hear was a flurry of "kupos" as it tried to get it's point across to the man.
"Come on, kupo! It isn't safe to linger in the calamity-infected areas! Uwaaah!"
The moogle had it's heart in the right place, he will give him that. Though he has no intent to simply follow wordlessly, nor do so blindly. "Do calm yourself, would you? We aren't getting anywhere with your panicking far more than the fiends are noticing us."
His voice seemed to soothe the creature slightly, and the two began walking. Though it wasn't long before a snapped twig sent the creature cowering under his arm. "Cletius" as the creature introduced himself, was supposedly assigned to him by his fellows. While he certainly hoped for his sake that he would be useful, the poor thing had yet to realize the nature of the "hero" he was to lead back to safety, and to where he could learn much more information. Elsewise he probably would have known that hiding beneath the black feathers of his left sleeve was not going shield to shield him from the terrors of the night.
"So these 'Ancients' summoned others like myself? Tell me more." That little request sent the moogle on a lecture the likes of which he hasn't witnessed in such hushed tones in ages. Yet he always kept a pleasant smile, only letting it slip at moments where it was crucial. "They have kept themselves quite busy..."
"I-Well, yes kupo. Though there isn't much time left, before the entire world is completely contaminated by this Calamity of the Skies..."
He could feel his newfound companion's pom droop through his many layers of clothing, and his expression soured. Not on account of what little time remained to this world (no, he could care less for the plight of it or its people--much as the tiny bit of a human heart he still had would have bled for it), but rather that history deemed to repeat itself once more. How very quaint was the story, one of failure in the eyes of gods and men. How quaint indeed.
"Is... everything okay, kupo?"
"Ah, do not be troubled on my account. No, I fear you have caught me in a rather nostalgic mood." He smiles oh so warmly at the ball of fluff behind his high collar, amber eyes nearly glowing in the light of the city before them. Yet as he turned to gaze upon the corrupted earth behind, he could not help but whisper, "Such a pitiable waste."
Mognet Sample:To The Most Esteemed Heroes,
Might I say what an honor it is to make the acquaintance of those held in such high regard and adored by many. While I would stand on ceremony and introduce myself, time is, alas, not on our side. Thus it is with the utmost understanding that I ask one small, trivial thing: Where might I inquire a small pistol and ammunition? Also a new hat, as a small rodent seemed keen on making my trusty fedora it's new shelter, and it would truly be a shame to disturb it once more.
A. I.
Crystallis
Moogle Name: Cleitus (Mr. C for short and less inappropriate jokes, kupo!)
Moogle Gender: Male
First Job: Illusionist
Second Job: Time Mage
Limit Break: Power of Kings (Corrupted) - Ardyn summons his own royal arms (red crystaline arsenal) and temporarily gains the ability to levitate, using the magicked blades to warpstrike, phase through, and deal blows in rapid selection.
Name: Twi
Age: 25
Personal Journal:
twilitfallContact:
Other In-Game Characters:
Character (Original Universe)
Name: Ardyn Izunia actually Ardyn Lucis Caelum
Age: Appears mid-forties, but is actually 2000+ years old
Gender: Male
Canon: Final Fantasy XV
Canon Point: Post-Chapter 13
History: "Allow me to regale you with a tale." (WARNING FOR MAJOR SPOILERS FOR FINAL FANTASY XV)
Personality: "Noct, killing you as a mortal will bring me scant satisfaction. Claim the Crystal's power. Arise as its champion. Only once the Crystal and King are no more...can I know redemption." -Ardyn Lucis Caelum, Chapter 13
The self-styled "man of no consequence" is an enigma--a mystery to all who consort with him--and an ever-present force ever lingering just out of sight of all important ongoings until he wishes to step in. He was once a kind and caring man, the original King of Light chosen by the Crystal to save his subjects from the Starscourge. Yet when he fell from grace, he fell hard.
He is bold, manipulative, yet ever so mellifulous with his civil and polite nature. He has the charisma of a king, and justifiably so, given his past dealings. Even in the face of angry children (read: Noctis and his friends), such as he faced in his visit to Galdin Quay, he ever remained calm and courteous - even offering the four a silver coin. "An allowance", as he put it. Noct is, after all, a many-times-removed nephew.
It is his honeyed tongue that granted him a place beside the Emperor of Niflheim, the very spot from which he could enact his schemes of vengeance and oversee the development of this newly chosen king. Yet for his eccentricities and flamboyant nature, the honeyed words only mask the poison in every whisper. He is unpredictable, casual and unphased by the world--often mocking others and toying with their weaknesses and egos to suit his needs. Such things were hinted at with the distrust Caligo shows of the man during Chapter 6 as Noctis shadows him in an effort to detain the Imperial official for questioning, and his multiple dealings with Ravus Nox Fleuret. Taunting him with the future demise of his sister, Lunafreya, for forging Covenants with the remaining Six Astrals, only to have him executed later for treason and partially daemonized to torment Ravus, the new king, and his retainers.
Though perhaps the best example of his manipulation comes directly from his interactions with Noctis, bending time and reality itself to switch places with his dear friend Prompto up until the point Noctis pushes the real Prompto off a speeding train. Though the most obvious (and infamous) examples come from Chapter 13, which starts with him luring Noctis, Gladiolus, and Ignis into Gralea with the promise of finding Prompto, only to separate Noct from his friends and stip him of his powers, leaving him defenseless against the daemons that were once the citizens of the capital of the Niflheim Empire, before they were infected by the Starscourge. He then lures Noct further into Zegnautus Keep--the very same Keep that the Empire conducted the Deathless Project which gave birth to the magitek infantry--toying with him by setting up false leads on Prompto's whereabouts, and belittling him at every turn as he winds his way through the labyrinth of death and machinery with naught but the Ring of the Lucii. Guiding him through to discover just who these innocent souls once were, before being murdered at the hands of a foreign king. He even guided his dear friends to save him from certain death by electrocution, before separating them once more in order to test Noctis' willingness to sacrifice all for his people.
Yet for all his impatience, his desire for revenge against the royal family who betrayed him and the Astrals who refused to allow him to ascend, all he has done, he has done to see that the dawn returned. That Noctis became his true successor as the second King of Light, albeit for the selfish reason of finding the sweet release of death and the afterlife. Something that eludes him still, as he awaits the King of Light in a world twisted by his own machinations and nocte impetua.
He has lived for a long, long time. Waited patiently through the ages for the Crystal to choose its new King. He will not be pleased to have that taken from him on the relative eve of his victory, and will do his utmost to ensure that this world knows it in the most civil manner possible.
As an aside, once he has learned all he needs to know, I expect he will soon put into motion his own desires. After all, he won't be satisfied until the Crystal and his brother's line are destroyed. (This does not mean he will side with Kalki, for a world, no, a new reality without death is meaningless to him.)
Third-Person Sample: Now this was surprising indeed. Not only awakening in a waste not unlike what awaited within the crown jewel of the empire, but the living, breathing white ball of fluff and goodness floating before him, red pom bouncing as it tried to tug at his sleeve. So incessant was it requests that for a moment, all he could hear was a flurry of "kupos" as it tried to get it's point across to the man.
"Come on, kupo! It isn't safe to linger in the calamity-infected areas! Uwaaah!"
The moogle had it's heart in the right place, he will give him that. Though he has no intent to simply follow wordlessly, nor do so blindly. "Do calm yourself, would you? We aren't getting anywhere with your panicking far more than the fiends are noticing us."
His voice seemed to soothe the creature slightly, and the two began walking. Though it wasn't long before a snapped twig sent the creature cowering under his arm. "Cletius" as the creature introduced himself, was supposedly assigned to him by his fellows. While he certainly hoped for his sake that he would be useful, the poor thing had yet to realize the nature of the "hero" he was to lead back to safety, and to where he could learn much more information. Elsewise he probably would have known that hiding beneath the black feathers of his left sleeve was not going shield to shield him from the terrors of the night.
"So these 'Ancients' summoned others like myself? Tell me more." That little request sent the moogle on a lecture the likes of which he hasn't witnessed in such hushed tones in ages. Yet he always kept a pleasant smile, only letting it slip at moments where it was crucial. "They have kept themselves quite busy..."
"I-Well, yes kupo. Though there isn't much time left, before the entire world is completely contaminated by this Calamity of the Skies..."
He could feel his newfound companion's pom droop through his many layers of clothing, and his expression soured. Not on account of what little time remained to this world (no, he could care less for the plight of it or its people--much as the tiny bit of a human heart he still had would have bled for it), but rather that history deemed to repeat itself once more. How very quaint was the story, one of failure in the eyes of gods and men. How quaint indeed.
"Is... everything okay, kupo?"
"Ah, do not be troubled on my account. No, I fear you have caught me in a rather nostalgic mood." He smiles oh so warmly at the ball of fluff behind his high collar, amber eyes nearly glowing in the light of the city before them. Yet as he turned to gaze upon the corrupted earth behind, he could not help but whisper, "Such a pitiable waste."
Mognet Sample:To The Most Esteemed Heroes,
Might I say what an honor it is to make the acquaintance of those held in such high regard and adored by many. While I would stand on ceremony and introduce myself, time is, alas, not on our side. Thus it is with the utmost understanding that I ask one small, trivial thing: Where might I inquire a small pistol and ammunition? Also a new hat, as a small rodent seemed keen on making my trusty fedora it's new shelter, and it would truly be a shame to disturb it once more.
A. I.
Crystallis
Moogle Name: Cleitus (Mr. C for short and less inappropriate jokes, kupo!)
Moogle Gender: Male
First Job: Illusionist
Second Job: Time Mage
Limit Break: Power of Kings (Corrupted) - Ardyn summons his own royal arms (red crystaline arsenal) and temporarily gains the ability to levitate, using the magicked blades to warpstrike, phase through, and deal blows in rapid selection.