Post by Akito on Sept 8, 2009 7:41:13 GMT -5
A preposition to ye FM's White Knight. This is a mock challenge, nothing's at stake except pride. I want to see how my rendition of Cloud measures up against yours; of course, only if you have the time and patience.
Username: Akito the Wicked
Current canons: None
Canon you're auditioning for: Cloud Strife
Media canon is from: Lots, seriously, I don't want to list them all.
Is the current canon taken?: Yes, and no he hasn't been informed as of yet
Audition post (400 words):
Some sins would never be forgotten and some wounds could never heal but still, he could not let go of the past. He hadn’t then and he wouldn’t now. What became of a man who both feared and sought his darkness? It was hypocrisy, he knew that well. Only loneliness would await someone that foolish, that arrogant as to challenge the darkness and lose. Yet, he clung onto that hypocrisy stubbornly.
Slow steps trudged through the heavy rain, the blonde haired young man made no effort to shelter himself with any hat or umbrella. As if ignorant of his soaked body, the man marched forward mechanically; a large sword slung behind his back.
Head hung low, eyes to the ground. An empty expression adorned itself on his face, though for the curious eye it was clear that it was more than simple melancholy. This man had no future to speak of; until he could purge the shadows within himself, he had no right to one. Once, he had tried to exploit the darkness; he had failed and from then on, he could only keep falling. He had fallen so far that the light no longer reached him.
“Would you like to buy a flower? Only 1 munny,”
Words from behind stopped him, and hesitantly he turned around to respond. Of course, who else would it be but her? The foreign light in his solitary darkness.
“Good evening, Cloud, why are you trying to catch a cold?” The flower girl asked sincerely; she wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, she was just being Aerith. The young woman wore her easily recognizable pink dress and bolero jacket; her long hair braided and tied back with a ribbon someone important to both of them had given her. She had a basket of flowers in her left hand and an umbrella in her right; the sweet smile he had grown so accustomed to decorating her delicate lips.
“Who would want to do that?” Cloud replied, instinctively defensive in this woman’s presence. She had a way of tearing down the walls he had put so painstakingly between himself and others without effort. “I won’t get sick so easily,”
“Oh? You’re probably right,” Aerith nodded in agreement; SOLIDER was not so fragile as to merit concern from a simple girl like herself, she felt, yet Cloud wasn’t a person she could leave alone. Thus, she still shifted close to him so that her umbrella covered them both until she snuggled against his arm. “Buy me a flower, Cloud,” She whispered to his ear deftly.
At this, he raised an eyebrow at her. She wanted him to give her a flower? With a slight ‘heh’, Cloud promptly bought from Aerith a flower and…gave it right back to her. A chuckle tugged at his cheeks; it was hard maintaining nonchalance in her presence.
“Thank you, you’re very sweet,” She chirped a response, before her eyes scrutinized his own. She peered into his Mako well irises and asked him as she so often did before, “Will you go back with me, Cloud?”
“Sorry…” Cloud replied with the same answer he always did before, tearing his eyes from her vindictive glare. “There is still something I need to do,” He was afraid, afraid that if he went with her now he would never want to leave. He would never be able to overcome his own darkness and never find his own light. How could he if he were consumed by her glorious, all-loving light? It wasn’t enough just to bury the shadows that haunt him and live off the light of others. He wanted the strength to stand on his own. Cloud had once heard of a boy who chose both darkness and light, but the SOLDIER fraud could not live like that; his one-winged darkness was far too dangerous.
“I’ve never blamed you for what happened to him! You shouldn’t either!” Aerith raised her voice suddenly, her face flushed red. It was uncommon for her to lose her composure like this, but she had tried so many times to no avail to get through the thick-headed man. His spikey, blond hair must impede messages from getting through to him, she thought.
He smiled at her solemnly. It’s true, Cloud wanted to be forgiven; however, he realized that was impossible as long as he could not even forgive himself. It had been his fault. The man she loved and he idolized died because of his weakness. A sin like that did not disappear no matter how hard one prayed.
“I’m sorry,” An apology he had said too many times already to her; for taking away the person she loved more than anything. Cloud turned from Aerith and left the shelter of her umbrella and warmth, continuing on his way. Not yet, he could not return to her yet; there was still much for him to sort out with himself. Still too many demons…and one-winged angels haunting his soul.
Username: Akito the Wicked
Current canons: None
Canon you're auditioning for: Cloud Strife
Media canon is from: Lots, seriously, I don't want to list them all.
Is the current canon taken?: Yes, and no he hasn't been informed as of yet
Audition post (400 words):
Some sins would never be forgotten and some wounds could never heal but still, he could not let go of the past. He hadn’t then and he wouldn’t now. What became of a man who both feared and sought his darkness? It was hypocrisy, he knew that well. Only loneliness would await someone that foolish, that arrogant as to challenge the darkness and lose. Yet, he clung onto that hypocrisy stubbornly.
Slow steps trudged through the heavy rain, the blonde haired young man made no effort to shelter himself with any hat or umbrella. As if ignorant of his soaked body, the man marched forward mechanically; a large sword slung behind his back.
Head hung low, eyes to the ground. An empty expression adorned itself on his face, though for the curious eye it was clear that it was more than simple melancholy. This man had no future to speak of; until he could purge the shadows within himself, he had no right to one. Once, he had tried to exploit the darkness; he had failed and from then on, he could only keep falling. He had fallen so far that the light no longer reached him.
“Would you like to buy a flower? Only 1 munny,”
Words from behind stopped him, and hesitantly he turned around to respond. Of course, who else would it be but her? The foreign light in his solitary darkness.
“Good evening, Cloud, why are you trying to catch a cold?” The flower girl asked sincerely; she wasn’t trying to be sarcastic, she was just being Aerith. The young woman wore her easily recognizable pink dress and bolero jacket; her long hair braided and tied back with a ribbon someone important to both of them had given her. She had a basket of flowers in her left hand and an umbrella in her right; the sweet smile he had grown so accustomed to decorating her delicate lips.
“Who would want to do that?” Cloud replied, instinctively defensive in this woman’s presence. She had a way of tearing down the walls he had put so painstakingly between himself and others without effort. “I won’t get sick so easily,”
“Oh? You’re probably right,” Aerith nodded in agreement; SOLIDER was not so fragile as to merit concern from a simple girl like herself, she felt, yet Cloud wasn’t a person she could leave alone. Thus, she still shifted close to him so that her umbrella covered them both until she snuggled against his arm. “Buy me a flower, Cloud,” She whispered to his ear deftly.
At this, he raised an eyebrow at her. She wanted him to give her a flower? With a slight ‘heh’, Cloud promptly bought from Aerith a flower and…gave it right back to her. A chuckle tugged at his cheeks; it was hard maintaining nonchalance in her presence.
“Thank you, you’re very sweet,” She chirped a response, before her eyes scrutinized his own. She peered into his Mako well irises and asked him as she so often did before, “Will you go back with me, Cloud?”
“Sorry…” Cloud replied with the same answer he always did before, tearing his eyes from her vindictive glare. “There is still something I need to do,” He was afraid, afraid that if he went with her now he would never want to leave. He would never be able to overcome his own darkness and never find his own light. How could he if he were consumed by her glorious, all-loving light? It wasn’t enough just to bury the shadows that haunt him and live off the light of others. He wanted the strength to stand on his own. Cloud had once heard of a boy who chose both darkness and light, but the SOLDIER fraud could not live like that; his one-winged darkness was far too dangerous.
“I’ve never blamed you for what happened to him! You shouldn’t either!” Aerith raised her voice suddenly, her face flushed red. It was uncommon for her to lose her composure like this, but she had tried so many times to no avail to get through the thick-headed man. His spikey, blond hair must impede messages from getting through to him, she thought.
He smiled at her solemnly. It’s true, Cloud wanted to be forgiven; however, he realized that was impossible as long as he could not even forgive himself. It had been his fault. The man she loved and he idolized died because of his weakness. A sin like that did not disappear no matter how hard one prayed.
“I’m sorry,” An apology he had said too many times already to her; for taking away the person she loved more than anything. Cloud turned from Aerith and left the shelter of her umbrella and warmth, continuing on his way. Not yet, he could not return to her yet; there was still much for him to sort out with himself. Still too many demons…and one-winged angels haunting his soul.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao