Post by servant on Aug 6, 2008 17:54:21 GMT -5
Username: servant
Current canons: Kid (Radical Dreamers)
Canon you're auditioning for: Beatrix
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy 9
Is the current canon taken?: Nope.
Audition post (400 words):
The sun stood highly on the heavens. Clouds glided by, torrenting as they endlessly so did. Birds had gathered in the skies, circling around, crying loudly. Animals had all left. A single cat remained, looking out over a battlefield.
Man fought against rat in a terrible display of battle. Wars, instigated by none other than the Alexandrian Queen, and leading those forces into battle was a General known to all as Beatrix, the cold-hearted. A swordwoman of unrivaled power; and she knew it.
"Is there none that can stand against me?!" her voice resounded over the battlefield, while her trusted blade, Save the Queen, sliced and diced and tore a way through the raging fight. Burmecians fell to her, one by one, sometimes more at a time while her powers of Seiken ripped loose.
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It did not take long before all that opposed the Alexandrian forces lay dead. It wasn't only non-Alexandrians that fell; Beatrix's own forces had suffered defeat as well, their bodies scattered across the field.
Beatrix had survived, though. As always, she emerged victorious from conflict. Though they had won, and though she was proud at her troops, the General wasn't sure whether this was what she truly wanted.
"Wars instigated by our Queen... Is this truly the right thing to do?" she thought to herself. But doubt had no place in her heart! She had pledged allegiance to the Alexandrian Royal Family. To Queen Brahne and to Princess Garnet. Blindly following orders, that was her task... Was it? She didn't know anymore.
"General!" A soldier walked up to Beatrix. One of Beatrix's soldiers. "Well done, General! With this, the world will know of Alexandria's power. Of our power. We'll be--"
"That is enough," Beatrix cut her off. Indeed. They were strong, but by no means had this... This slaughter been necessary. Her forces alone had been enough, yet their Queen insisted on the use of Black Mages. Magicians send to them by an enigmatic man who called himself Kuja. They had no emotions, no feelings... And blindly followed orders, as she did.
What had happened to the once kind Queen? That Kuja...
"Start searching for survivors!" Though she had her doubts, she had pledged loyalty. And Beatrix would not break her solemn vow, her oath to remain of service to Her Majesty. "Find them and root them out. Ensure these rats will never again be able to bear arms against us!" The soldier saluted, and with a "Yes ma'am!" ran off, gathering other able forces to push into Burmecia and round up the survivors.
Beatrix cast a glance upward, to the heavens themselves. She was greeted by Burmecia's notorious endless rain. As if the heavens themselves cried...
Casting off her further doubts, or at least pushing them to the back of her mind, the swordswoman, who was reputed to be cold-hearted and merciless, set off towards the city as well. Were there still any survivors, she would need to strike them down. For her Queen. For her Princess.
Current canons: Kid (Radical Dreamers)
Canon you're auditioning for: Beatrix
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy 9
Is the current canon taken?: Nope.
Audition post (400 words):
The sun stood highly on the heavens. Clouds glided by, torrenting as they endlessly so did. Birds had gathered in the skies, circling around, crying loudly. Animals had all left. A single cat remained, looking out over a battlefield.
Man fought against rat in a terrible display of battle. Wars, instigated by none other than the Alexandrian Queen, and leading those forces into battle was a General known to all as Beatrix, the cold-hearted. A swordwoman of unrivaled power; and she knew it.
"Is there none that can stand against me?!" her voice resounded over the battlefield, while her trusted blade, Save the Queen, sliced and diced and tore a way through the raging fight. Burmecians fell to her, one by one, sometimes more at a time while her powers of Seiken ripped loose.
----
It did not take long before all that opposed the Alexandrian forces lay dead. It wasn't only non-Alexandrians that fell; Beatrix's own forces had suffered defeat as well, their bodies scattered across the field.
Beatrix had survived, though. As always, she emerged victorious from conflict. Though they had won, and though she was proud at her troops, the General wasn't sure whether this was what she truly wanted.
"Wars instigated by our Queen... Is this truly the right thing to do?" she thought to herself. But doubt had no place in her heart! She had pledged allegiance to the Alexandrian Royal Family. To Queen Brahne and to Princess Garnet. Blindly following orders, that was her task... Was it? She didn't know anymore.
"General!" A soldier walked up to Beatrix. One of Beatrix's soldiers. "Well done, General! With this, the world will know of Alexandria's power. Of our power. We'll be--"
"That is enough," Beatrix cut her off. Indeed. They were strong, but by no means had this... This slaughter been necessary. Her forces alone had been enough, yet their Queen insisted on the use of Black Mages. Magicians send to them by an enigmatic man who called himself Kuja. They had no emotions, no feelings... And blindly followed orders, as she did.
What had happened to the once kind Queen? That Kuja...
"Start searching for survivors!" Though she had her doubts, she had pledged loyalty. And Beatrix would not break her solemn vow, her oath to remain of service to Her Majesty. "Find them and root them out. Ensure these rats will never again be able to bear arms against us!" The soldier saluted, and with a "Yes ma'am!" ran off, gathering other able forces to push into Burmecia and round up the survivors.
Beatrix cast a glance upward, to the heavens themselves. She was greeted by Burmecia's notorious endless rain. As if the heavens themselves cried...
Casting off her further doubts, or at least pushing them to the back of her mind, the swordswoman, who was reputed to be cold-hearted and merciless, set off towards the city as well. Were there still any survivors, she would need to strike them down. For her Queen. For her Princess.