Post by Memories on Jul 29, 2008 16:00:55 GMT -5
Username: Memoir/memories
Current canons: Technically none
Canon you're auditioning for: Jecht
Media canon is from: FFX
Is the current canon taken?: I do not believe so.
Audition post (400 words):
(I'm going to go through this in a KH perspective instead of the FFX based one. Same guy, just an altered background that would fit with the Tidus from KH.)
A world dead for a thousand years. Jecht, scoffed at the idea, while flipping a flask made from an oddly shaped gourd into the air. In the current time-line the universe was beginning to rot from the inside out. Evil spreading across the stars, with the intent to fill everything with darkness. Typical stuff really. Something was always trying to destroy life as we know it. In Jecht's eyes it had become cliche and rather dull going through the same process over and over again. He himself had seen many battles through his years of traveling, that occurred the same way. None of them really piqued his interest enough to be the grand hero and slay whatever malevolent force was causing all the chaos. Lending a hand occasionally was enough to suffice. Besides he was often in too much of a drunken stupor to lend any real help.
His life had been full of these ups and downs, which shaped him into the person he was today: A slobbering drunk, with an affinity for violence when the time was right. Despite claims he wasn't all that uncaring and gruff as his appearance and past actions would suggest. He had a kind side, which was paired up with his adventurous side on multiple occasions. On the ocean he felt free. No constraints, no worries, just a slice of the good life. Such moments like that did not occur often.
His rich background began around the time he left his homeworld of Destiny Islands, abandoning his wife and son. He had few if any problems with his family life, but he could never bring himself to settle down, and take a backseat to life while he got old waiting for his child to grow up. Oddly enough his beloved wife let him go through with this on the condition he would be back every once and awhile. Fair enough, but awhile meant a very long time from Jecht's point of view.
He embarked on his adventure using a nameless ship that allowed him to sail through the stars. No crew and no destination whatsoever. In this brief glimpse of the past, the Heartless were well on their way to take over the worlds, one by one. They were primarily mindless creatures controlled by a single unknown force. None of them knew mercy, or compassion. Their only objective was to corrupt hearts, by bringing out the darkness that lay deep within the soul of an individual.
More than once had, Jecht witnessed the destruction and social panic caused by these "things". More than once he tried to help, but ended up failing miserably. This led to the further shaping of his character into a charismatic, old-fashioned hero, born to save the universe from utter peril, with the occasional shot of whiskey to perk him up.
His foul mouth was well known for in battle along with his sloppy battle tactics, and brutish yet deadly swordplay. Old-fashioned maybe, but as far as restraint goes he might as well be a vicious animal.
Eventually this all came to a screeching halt when, Ansem the Seeker of Darkness was destroyed by as Jecht described "a punk with a pixie stick." That wasn't to say he didn't have any respect for the boy who saved the universe. It was simply his manner of speaking in general that was at fault here.
Fortunately, that punk had also saved his hide and his homeworld. Of course, Jecht hadn't even noticed the disappearance of Destiny Islands in his year long voyage through the stars. He was practically thrown out of the house for not being there when the world was taken over. His wife, and women in general were something he would never quite understand.
It was on the shores of the island that he began to reminisce about his life and legend. Wiping off the sand from his exposed chest he trudged along back to his house. Droplets of ale could be seen on his rugged beard, and chapped lips. He wasn't quite drunk, but was more than certain one more would do him in. On that note he decided to rest before his conscience got the better of him.
Fate had unfortunately found its way of rearing a dark, jerky head towards, Jecht's muscular frame. Twenty of them in all. It would be a breeze. Shadow's after all weren't the fiercest force in the universe. They could remain invulnerable for short amounts of time, but on the other hand they couldn't take much punishment at all. In any case, this startling situation would be a nice way to push out the rest of Jecht's energy.
"Don't know what the hell you punks are doin' here, but this is not the time to drop in uninvited. You're about to get a taste of the Blitz King!"
He rushed into the fray head on. All around him the swarm wriggled and moved, making sand fly about through the air. Two of the little devils leaped up hoping to strike his chest. It was met by two swift uppercuts to the face. A simple yet powerful move in Jecht's arsenal.
Several of them at once started to claw up his legs. A little shocked by the rude behavior, the Blitz Master flung them off and watched them land hard on the billowing sands. This battle was going swimmingly. More so than he had hoped. Still at this rate the pure Heartless wouldn't really take all that much effort as he originally thought.
*************
It was a mere five minutes until the remainder of the Heartless were picked off one by one. His fists got a real workout today, but he felt dissapointed that he didn't even get a chance to bring out his blitzball. Jecht, deeply regreted leaving it at home, but then again he wasn't expecting to get attacked that evening either.
"Damn things, can't even give me a workout. Worthless little bastards. Course' then again I shouldn't be the one to talk. Heh heh, can't even notice when my homeworld's destroyed. Hahahaha!!!"
With a sarcastic grunt, and a quick spit into the sand he wiped himself clean from the remnants of the fight. Before heading off into dreamland he stretched his arms out making something make a distinct cracking sound as he did so. Jecht, was getting old after all. Of course he would never admit that. If he could still pull off the Supreme Jecht Shot Mark III then he was good to go. No matter how old he was he still had to get some rest. A lot more showing off to do tomorrow. His son, Tidus hated him for that, but that bratty kid had to be shown up once in awhile. After all, it was Jecht's desire that he would one day surpass his own legend, but secrets like that were best kept quiet in the back of his mind.
Secrets....the very mention sent countless memories soaring through his head. Tragedies, losses, victories, joy, and even the enjoyable battles. His legend would live on only through those stories. Unfortunate, but it was a sad fact of all mankind. A smirk crossed his face just before a sorrowful frown had overthrown his visage.
The days long past, still wore him out, months after they had vanished into history. His warm bed eased the pain, while he slipped off into another dream. For once his tanned face didn't have a scowl running across, but a pleasant stillness. For once, he was at peace.
(Hope this is okay, if it isn't I'll sue Avenger for all the tea in China)
Current canons: Technically none
Canon you're auditioning for: Jecht
Media canon is from: FFX
Is the current canon taken?: I do not believe so.
Audition post (400 words):
(I'm going to go through this in a KH perspective instead of the FFX based one. Same guy, just an altered background that would fit with the Tidus from KH.)
A world dead for a thousand years. Jecht, scoffed at the idea, while flipping a flask made from an oddly shaped gourd into the air. In the current time-line the universe was beginning to rot from the inside out. Evil spreading across the stars, with the intent to fill everything with darkness. Typical stuff really. Something was always trying to destroy life as we know it. In Jecht's eyes it had become cliche and rather dull going through the same process over and over again. He himself had seen many battles through his years of traveling, that occurred the same way. None of them really piqued his interest enough to be the grand hero and slay whatever malevolent force was causing all the chaos. Lending a hand occasionally was enough to suffice. Besides he was often in too much of a drunken stupor to lend any real help.
His life had been full of these ups and downs, which shaped him into the person he was today: A slobbering drunk, with an affinity for violence when the time was right. Despite claims he wasn't all that uncaring and gruff as his appearance and past actions would suggest. He had a kind side, which was paired up with his adventurous side on multiple occasions. On the ocean he felt free. No constraints, no worries, just a slice of the good life. Such moments like that did not occur often.
His rich background began around the time he left his homeworld of Destiny Islands, abandoning his wife and son. He had few if any problems with his family life, but he could never bring himself to settle down, and take a backseat to life while he got old waiting for his child to grow up. Oddly enough his beloved wife let him go through with this on the condition he would be back every once and awhile. Fair enough, but awhile meant a very long time from Jecht's point of view.
He embarked on his adventure using a nameless ship that allowed him to sail through the stars. No crew and no destination whatsoever. In this brief glimpse of the past, the Heartless were well on their way to take over the worlds, one by one. They were primarily mindless creatures controlled by a single unknown force. None of them knew mercy, or compassion. Their only objective was to corrupt hearts, by bringing out the darkness that lay deep within the soul of an individual.
More than once had, Jecht witnessed the destruction and social panic caused by these "things". More than once he tried to help, but ended up failing miserably. This led to the further shaping of his character into a charismatic, old-fashioned hero, born to save the universe from utter peril, with the occasional shot of whiskey to perk him up.
His foul mouth was well known for in battle along with his sloppy battle tactics, and brutish yet deadly swordplay. Old-fashioned maybe, but as far as restraint goes he might as well be a vicious animal.
Eventually this all came to a screeching halt when, Ansem the Seeker of Darkness was destroyed by as Jecht described "a punk with a pixie stick." That wasn't to say he didn't have any respect for the boy who saved the universe. It was simply his manner of speaking in general that was at fault here.
Fortunately, that punk had also saved his hide and his homeworld. Of course, Jecht hadn't even noticed the disappearance of Destiny Islands in his year long voyage through the stars. He was practically thrown out of the house for not being there when the world was taken over. His wife, and women in general were something he would never quite understand.
It was on the shores of the island that he began to reminisce about his life and legend. Wiping off the sand from his exposed chest he trudged along back to his house. Droplets of ale could be seen on his rugged beard, and chapped lips. He wasn't quite drunk, but was more than certain one more would do him in. On that note he decided to rest before his conscience got the better of him.
Fate had unfortunately found its way of rearing a dark, jerky head towards, Jecht's muscular frame. Twenty of them in all. It would be a breeze. Shadow's after all weren't the fiercest force in the universe. They could remain invulnerable for short amounts of time, but on the other hand they couldn't take much punishment at all. In any case, this startling situation would be a nice way to push out the rest of Jecht's energy.
"Don't know what the hell you punks are doin' here, but this is not the time to drop in uninvited. You're about to get a taste of the Blitz King!"
He rushed into the fray head on. All around him the swarm wriggled and moved, making sand fly about through the air. Two of the little devils leaped up hoping to strike his chest. It was met by two swift uppercuts to the face. A simple yet powerful move in Jecht's arsenal.
Several of them at once started to claw up his legs. A little shocked by the rude behavior, the Blitz Master flung them off and watched them land hard on the billowing sands. This battle was going swimmingly. More so than he had hoped. Still at this rate the pure Heartless wouldn't really take all that much effort as he originally thought.
*************
It was a mere five minutes until the remainder of the Heartless were picked off one by one. His fists got a real workout today, but he felt dissapointed that he didn't even get a chance to bring out his blitzball. Jecht, deeply regreted leaving it at home, but then again he wasn't expecting to get attacked that evening either.
"Damn things, can't even give me a workout. Worthless little bastards. Course' then again I shouldn't be the one to talk. Heh heh, can't even notice when my homeworld's destroyed. Hahahaha!!!"
With a sarcastic grunt, and a quick spit into the sand he wiped himself clean from the remnants of the fight. Before heading off into dreamland he stretched his arms out making something make a distinct cracking sound as he did so. Jecht, was getting old after all. Of course he would never admit that. If he could still pull off the Supreme Jecht Shot Mark III then he was good to go. No matter how old he was he still had to get some rest. A lot more showing off to do tomorrow. His son, Tidus hated him for that, but that bratty kid had to be shown up once in awhile. After all, it was Jecht's desire that he would one day surpass his own legend, but secrets like that were best kept quiet in the back of his mind.
Secrets....the very mention sent countless memories soaring through his head. Tragedies, losses, victories, joy, and even the enjoyable battles. His legend would live on only through those stories. Unfortunate, but it was a sad fact of all mankind. A smirk crossed his face just before a sorrowful frown had overthrown his visage.
The days long past, still wore him out, months after they had vanished into history. His warm bed eased the pain, while he slipped off into another dream. For once his tanned face didn't have a scowl running across, but a pleasant stillness. For once, he was at peace.
(Hope this is okay, if it isn't I'll sue Avenger for all the tea in China)
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao