Post by flowergirl on Sept 18, 2007 19:29:44 GMT -5
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Other Character(s)
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None as of yet. <3
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Aerith Gainsborough.
Character Age: Twenty-five.
Character Gender: Female.
Character Race: Human.
Character Position: Good.
Character Personality: Aerith is a very congenial young woman. She is considered to be almost sickeningly kind, understanding and motherly. However, just like any mother out there, she possesses the ability to scold harshly and condemn things with her entire being. For instance, Cid's habit of profane language.
Like all people, Aerith too, has her downfalls. One major fault in her personality is her being extremely empathetic, any and every tragedy seeming to strike a sympathetic cord in her, emploring her to reach out and help to the best of her ability. Since most of the time she is powerless to do so she is tortured by such profound feelings.
During these periods she becomes very quiet and withdrawn, barely speaking to anyone. When this happens she can be very unpleasant to be around since she's usually staring off into the distance with a lost look about her, a melancholy air seeming to follow her wherever she goes.
Luckily, these don't last long, no more than a day, and she reverts back to her old-sincere-advice-giving-self. Even then though, she has a terrible habit of worrying over the tiniest things and a very curious nature about her. Aerith doesn't seem satisfied until she can work her way into the mind of another and, for lack of better wording, 'find out what makes them tick.'
Considered innocent and pure, both of which she is, Aerith is in no way naive. Despite her love to avoid confrontation with little hints (and beating around the bush) she can be blunt when necessary. Perhaps, one of her better qualities.
Character's Appearance:
A e r i t h
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Aria. (Latin: A beautiful melody.)
Weapon Appearance: A very slim, small wand. The width of it is no larger than that of a pen and it’s length is about the size of Aerith’s forearm. A small object adorns the top of the weapon, which in this case is that of a small yellow star about the size of a child’s fist. The handle is a mixture of deep violet’s and exotic blues, with a single scarlet string tied through a hole in the base. Hanging off of the string are two tiny bells no bigger than the tip of a finger which give the weapon it’s signature name: Aria.
Since every time a spell is cast the tiny bells clink against one another and chime a very lovely sound.
Abilities:
Fire Magic
A simple attack spell, Aerith shoots a ball of magical fire. The fireball homes in on it's target and explodes with force upon impact. The level of the spell, determining it's speed and power, can be controlled by Aerith.
Ice Magic
A spell that causes a spray of cold, blue wind to shoot out before Aerith. Anything touched by the spray is attacked by magically-forming ice crystals. The level of the spell, determining it's range and power, can be controlled by Aerith.
Healing Wind
Healing Wind is essentially a Cure-type spell, slightly modified by Aerith. It has the same appearance as a Curaga spell, and the same powers. It heals the caster and any of the caster's allies within range simultaneously, repairing any physical injuries they may have and restoring up to 50% of their lost stamina. It also bears the Leaf Veil effect, making a person immune to receiving additional damage during the brief period this spell is being cast. The slight improvement made to the spell for the Healing Wind version is the range, allowing Aerith to cast it upon allies that are much farther away than a Cure spell would allow. So long as Aerith knows where they are and is in the same general location, not on opposite sides of a mountain for example, she can reach them with this ability. This allows her to stay far out of actual danger zones to offer support if necessary, or to help multiple allies fighting in different areas at the same time. Healing Wind can only be cast three times in a single battle.
Additional Abilities: –N/A
Special Abilities: –N/A
Summons: –N/A
Items: –N/A
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Character History
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At a very tender, impressionable age Aerith’s home world of Radiant Garden was attacked by the heartless. That was the first time she cried herself to sleep, knowing that she’d never see her parents again, thinking that her world had been destroyed. Another star that had faded. Few had escaped and lived to tell the tale, Aerith hated herself for it. She blamed herself for surviving, why was her life so important? If she had stayed, someone else would have been able to live. Were their lives so much more meaningless than hers?
Her questions remained unanswered, and life went on.
Relying on her friends Cid and Leon and being a figure of support for Yuffie, Aerith moved on. She made Traverse Town her new home and her friends the priority in her life. She cried, those first few years. Knowing, if only in the back of her mind, that she’d never live a normal life as a girl. Never experience the type of romance she used to read about in her children’s books.
They were all lies that rotted one’s soul and she hated them. Growing up Aerith was full of hate for things, though no one knew. What she hated the most was that there was never going to be a Prince Charming or a Knight in Shining armor to rescue her. The only person who could save her was herself.
The thought saddened her. But she lived on, and hated herself for it. Hated herself for the dire need to hang on, to be a coward. Hated seeing others die around her, slain by heartless as she continued to move through life.
Eventually she realized that her life wasn’t meaningless, and that she wasn’t useless to those around her. This was around the time that they receieved the letter from King Mickey and Sora, the mysterious keyblade wielder, showed up.
At first she was skeptical. How could someone so young be the key to saving everything that she held dear? She had not been able to save anything, she had tried to save everything but failed, and instead saved nothing. So what made him any better than her?
But then he pressed foreward, secretly she wished he could do what he was destined to do and he did. He proved her wrong, and he did. That’s when she realized it. It wasn’t that she wasn’t strong enough or too young to save anything, to help anyone…it was instead, a much sadder thing. Her heart, it was too weak.
She didn’t believe in herself, she didn’t believe that she could do anything. Aerith blamed herself and her ‘pathetic’ existence, when it wasn’t pathetic at all. She hated too much and didn’t love enough of what she had. Her heart was consumed by nothing but ‘what if?’ and ‘why me?’.
Outside, she had been a very kind and friendly individual, but on the inside…she was gloomy and sullen. Sora had made her realized this, and once Hallow Bastion was discovered to have been the old Radiant Garden, Aerith was hopeful.
Her true nature, hidden beneath years of hate, began to emerge. She stopped blaming herself and began to help those around her. Really help them, that is. She wasn’t much of a fighter, but she used her magic to heal the injured and her intelligence to help with the restoration. She was being given a second chance, and she was taking advantage of it.
Aerith blossomed as a young woman and became the caring and compassionate individual that she was meant to be. Even after the whole ordeal with the nobodies and the seemingly constant annoyance of the heartless, she was happy and hopeful. She knew the threats wouldn’t last long, and was even more empowered with such thoughts when Sora came to visit them.
His heart was just too strong, nothing could break it, or so she believed. Even now, after his existence was said to have disappeared-to have been absorbed-she believes that he’ll triumph again. Then again, maybe it’s his time to be saved? Maybe it’s Aerith’s turn to save him, or aid in saving him as he once saved her desolate heart.
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Other
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After Sora showed her what a sorry-condition her heart was in and proved her wrong in every way imaginable, she became very fond of the young keyblade wielder. She respects him on the level of a mentor or adult and believes he can accomplish anything.
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Sample Post
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Blood. Why was there so much blood? A child. She was just a child. Not a day over the age of seven. So…why?
“Why…?” A soft voice murmurred, the tone very feminine and almost dainty. It was sad, for such a voice to be coated with such sorrow, such regret.
“If only I had gotten there a few minutes sooner…” A brow furrowed in thought, the owner’s small hand curving upwards to caress the glass of the window which framed part of the room she currently resided in. It was her room, the window very wide and taller than her. It overlooked one of her favorite garden’s, though it did nothing to soothe her. If anything, it bathed in moonlight, it reminded her of what she could’ve earlier saved.
She turned, her long braid following her motions as she moved to rest her back against the cool surface. She knew that dwelling on the past was futile, but she just couldn’t get that gruesome image out of her mind.
“Aerith…”She said her own name softly, with a forced smile, something she did often to comfort herself when no one else was near. “it’s ok.” She finished, her long lashes of ebony closing around her green eyes, her arms wrapping around herself automatically.
One would think, that after seeing death for so long, she’d become immune. Aerith believed differently. She felt that the moment you no longer become emotional over someones death, is the moment that you turn into an unfeeling monster. Her mind chewed on that thought as she slid to the floor, the fabric of her dress moving against the window and causing a slight friction.
Reopening her eyes, Aerith curled her toes against the cold carpet, shrouded in darkness. She’d be alright in a little while, she just wanted an hour or so of silence for the new victim that had been claimed today. Luckily no one saw this side of her, or she’d be terribly embarassed. Mainly because these few fleeting moments were really the only time she was vulnerable.
She…liked to be strong for others, and pretended that no one knew the reasons for her sudden disappearances to her room every now and then. But deep down…she knew they all knew, and it made her secretly happy, because they respected her enough to leave her alone.
But…did she really want to be alone?
Drawing her knees to her body Aerith wrapped her arms around them and burried her face against her bare thighs, her skirt collecting around her stomach. Head bowed, she murmurred a prayer, knowing that the child would find paradise and escape the cruelty this life had to offer.
“Please, find happiness…I’m sorry that I couldn’t heal you, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there in time…”
Other Character(s)
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None as of yet. <3
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Aerith Gainsborough.
Character Age: Twenty-five.
Character Gender: Female.
Character Race: Human.
Character Position: Good.
Character Personality: Aerith is a very congenial young woman. She is considered to be almost sickeningly kind, understanding and motherly. However, just like any mother out there, she possesses the ability to scold harshly and condemn things with her entire being. For instance, Cid's habit of profane language.
Like all people, Aerith too, has her downfalls. One major fault in her personality is her being extremely empathetic, any and every tragedy seeming to strike a sympathetic cord in her, emploring her to reach out and help to the best of her ability. Since most of the time she is powerless to do so she is tortured by such profound feelings.
During these periods she becomes very quiet and withdrawn, barely speaking to anyone. When this happens she can be very unpleasant to be around since she's usually staring off into the distance with a lost look about her, a melancholy air seeming to follow her wherever she goes.
Luckily, these don't last long, no more than a day, and she reverts back to her old-sincere-advice-giving-self. Even then though, she has a terrible habit of worrying over the tiniest things and a very curious nature about her. Aerith doesn't seem satisfied until she can work her way into the mind of another and, for lack of better wording, 'find out what makes them tick.'
Considered innocent and pure, both of which she is, Aerith is in no way naive. Despite her love to avoid confrontation with little hints (and beating around the bush) she can be blunt when necessary. Perhaps, one of her better qualities.
Character's Appearance:
A e r i t h
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Aria. (Latin: A beautiful melody.)
Weapon Appearance: A very slim, small wand. The width of it is no larger than that of a pen and it’s length is about the size of Aerith’s forearm. A small object adorns the top of the weapon, which in this case is that of a small yellow star about the size of a child’s fist. The handle is a mixture of deep violet’s and exotic blues, with a single scarlet string tied through a hole in the base. Hanging off of the string are two tiny bells no bigger than the tip of a finger which give the weapon it’s signature name: Aria.
Since every time a spell is cast the tiny bells clink against one another and chime a very lovely sound.
Abilities:
Fire Magic
A simple attack spell, Aerith shoots a ball of magical fire. The fireball homes in on it's target and explodes with force upon impact. The level of the spell, determining it's speed and power, can be controlled by Aerith.
Ice Magic
A spell that causes a spray of cold, blue wind to shoot out before Aerith. Anything touched by the spray is attacked by magically-forming ice crystals. The level of the spell, determining it's range and power, can be controlled by Aerith.
Healing Wind
Healing Wind is essentially a Cure-type spell, slightly modified by Aerith. It has the same appearance as a Curaga spell, and the same powers. It heals the caster and any of the caster's allies within range simultaneously, repairing any physical injuries they may have and restoring up to 50% of their lost stamina. It also bears the Leaf Veil effect, making a person immune to receiving additional damage during the brief period this spell is being cast. The slight improvement made to the spell for the Healing Wind version is the range, allowing Aerith to cast it upon allies that are much farther away than a Cure spell would allow. So long as Aerith knows where they are and is in the same general location, not on opposite sides of a mountain for example, she can reach them with this ability. This allows her to stay far out of actual danger zones to offer support if necessary, or to help multiple allies fighting in different areas at the same time. Healing Wind can only be cast three times in a single battle.
Additional Abilities: –N/A
Special Abilities: –N/A
Summons: –N/A
Items: –N/A
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Character History
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At a very tender, impressionable age Aerith’s home world of Radiant Garden was attacked by the heartless. That was the first time she cried herself to sleep, knowing that she’d never see her parents again, thinking that her world had been destroyed. Another star that had faded. Few had escaped and lived to tell the tale, Aerith hated herself for it. She blamed herself for surviving, why was her life so important? If she had stayed, someone else would have been able to live. Were their lives so much more meaningless than hers?
Her questions remained unanswered, and life went on.
Relying on her friends Cid and Leon and being a figure of support for Yuffie, Aerith moved on. She made Traverse Town her new home and her friends the priority in her life. She cried, those first few years. Knowing, if only in the back of her mind, that she’d never live a normal life as a girl. Never experience the type of romance she used to read about in her children’s books.
They were all lies that rotted one’s soul and she hated them. Growing up Aerith was full of hate for things, though no one knew. What she hated the most was that there was never going to be a Prince Charming or a Knight in Shining armor to rescue her. The only person who could save her was herself.
The thought saddened her. But she lived on, and hated herself for it. Hated herself for the dire need to hang on, to be a coward. Hated seeing others die around her, slain by heartless as she continued to move through life.
Eventually she realized that her life wasn’t meaningless, and that she wasn’t useless to those around her. This was around the time that they receieved the letter from King Mickey and Sora, the mysterious keyblade wielder, showed up.
At first she was skeptical. How could someone so young be the key to saving everything that she held dear? She had not been able to save anything, she had tried to save everything but failed, and instead saved nothing. So what made him any better than her?
But then he pressed foreward, secretly she wished he could do what he was destined to do and he did. He proved her wrong, and he did. That’s when she realized it. It wasn’t that she wasn’t strong enough or too young to save anything, to help anyone…it was instead, a much sadder thing. Her heart, it was too weak.
She didn’t believe in herself, she didn’t believe that she could do anything. Aerith blamed herself and her ‘pathetic’ existence, when it wasn’t pathetic at all. She hated too much and didn’t love enough of what she had. Her heart was consumed by nothing but ‘what if?’ and ‘why me?’.
Outside, she had been a very kind and friendly individual, but on the inside…she was gloomy and sullen. Sora had made her realized this, and once Hallow Bastion was discovered to have been the old Radiant Garden, Aerith was hopeful.
Her true nature, hidden beneath years of hate, began to emerge. She stopped blaming herself and began to help those around her. Really help them, that is. She wasn’t much of a fighter, but she used her magic to heal the injured and her intelligence to help with the restoration. She was being given a second chance, and she was taking advantage of it.
Aerith blossomed as a young woman and became the caring and compassionate individual that she was meant to be. Even after the whole ordeal with the nobodies and the seemingly constant annoyance of the heartless, she was happy and hopeful. She knew the threats wouldn’t last long, and was even more empowered with such thoughts when Sora came to visit them.
His heart was just too strong, nothing could break it, or so she believed. Even now, after his existence was said to have disappeared-to have been absorbed-she believes that he’ll triumph again. Then again, maybe it’s his time to be saved? Maybe it’s Aerith’s turn to save him, or aid in saving him as he once saved her desolate heart.
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Other
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After Sora showed her what a sorry-condition her heart was in and proved her wrong in every way imaginable, she became very fond of the young keyblade wielder. She respects him on the level of a mentor or adult and believes he can accomplish anything.
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Sample Post
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Blood. Why was there so much blood? A child. She was just a child. Not a day over the age of seven. So…why?
“Why…?” A soft voice murmurred, the tone very feminine and almost dainty. It was sad, for such a voice to be coated with such sorrow, such regret.
“If only I had gotten there a few minutes sooner…” A brow furrowed in thought, the owner’s small hand curving upwards to caress the glass of the window which framed part of the room she currently resided in. It was her room, the window very wide and taller than her. It overlooked one of her favorite garden’s, though it did nothing to soothe her. If anything, it bathed in moonlight, it reminded her of what she could’ve earlier saved.
She turned, her long braid following her motions as she moved to rest her back against the cool surface. She knew that dwelling on the past was futile, but she just couldn’t get that gruesome image out of her mind.
“Aerith…”She said her own name softly, with a forced smile, something she did often to comfort herself when no one else was near. “it’s ok.” She finished, her long lashes of ebony closing around her green eyes, her arms wrapping around herself automatically.
One would think, that after seeing death for so long, she’d become immune. Aerith believed differently. She felt that the moment you no longer become emotional over someones death, is the moment that you turn into an unfeeling monster. Her mind chewed on that thought as she slid to the floor, the fabric of her dress moving against the window and causing a slight friction.
Reopening her eyes, Aerith curled her toes against the cold carpet, shrouded in darkness. She’d be alright in a little while, she just wanted an hour or so of silence for the new victim that had been claimed today. Luckily no one saw this side of her, or she’d be terribly embarassed. Mainly because these few fleeting moments were really the only time she was vulnerable.
She…liked to be strong for others, and pretended that no one knew the reasons for her sudden disappearances to her room every now and then. But deep down…she knew they all knew, and it made her secretly happy, because they respected her enough to leave her alone.
But…did she really want to be alone?
Drawing her knees to her body Aerith wrapped her arms around them and burried her face against her bare thighs, her skirt collecting around her stomach. Head bowed, she murmurred a prayer, knowing that the child would find paradise and escape the cruelty this life had to offer.
“Please, find happiness…I’m sorry that I couldn’t heal you, I’m sorry that I wasn’t there in time…”
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao