Post by Homac on Sept 20, 2009 15:07:17 GMT -5
Username: Homac
Current canons: Demyx, Ratix, Namine
Canon you're auditioning for: Gogo
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy 6
Is the current canon taken?: Nah.
Audition post (400 words):____________________________
Gogo walked slowly through the streets of this new, unfamiliar town. (S)he’d found him/herself here after the collapse of the Tower of Magi, when (s)he’d fallen into a pit to make sure the rest of the Returners got out. The sacrifice was well worth making if (s)he said so his/herself, a single life for the good of the whole world. And then (s)he’d found him/herself here, in a place called Traverse Town, seemingly a place where those with nowhere to go invariably found themselves entering.
As (s)he walked down the street, (s)he noticed that people were staring at him/her, not that it was any different. (S)he was wearing very brightly colored robes after all, but the stares seemed friendly, even though no one actually knew him/her. It was a surprisingly good feeling actually. (S)he had lived alone in the World of Ruin, until the Returners came, so (s)he wasn’t entirely sure how to react. A few polite waves seemed to be enough for the townspeople, as they turned away to go back to their daily lives, as though nothing had happened. (S)he really didn’t have time to think about the odd, trusting nature of this place though. Even though his/her robes were intact, (s)he was still tired from the fight at the Tower of Magi, and needed to sleep, badly.
(S)he managed to get to the inn, and put down a handful of Gil, about 100 if (s)he wasn’t mistaken, and then got a key to the room. Entering the room, (s)he did something that no soul had ever seen: (s)he removed the helmet that comprised the top of his/her outfit. Staring into the small mirror in the bathroom of the room, (s)he realized something.
“This face…my face, looks unfamiliar to me.” His/her monotone voice said this, belying no gender or age, a blank voice to go with the nearly unfamiliar face in the mirror. “Have I truly grown accustomed to the mask I wear rather than my true self? Or maybe, the mask is slowly becoming my true self… Maybe that’s for the better though.”
The old face truly had no place anymore; it was a thing of the world that had been left behind. (S)he thought about this new revelation as it occurred to him/her. Perhaps it was for the better, the loss of his/her identity. Maybe (s)he was meant to be nothing more that Gogo now. Maybe…
No! (S)he wouldn’t abandon his/her identity after all (s)he had done to protect his/her world! His/her friends would never forgive him/her. Even if they only knew him/her as Gogo, they’d never allow him/her to follow through with the idea of losing his/her identity.
“I can’t just let my self, my true self fade away that easily. I will keep my self, even if I remain hidden from the world! There are still people that need help, and I will help them if I can.”
As Gogo’s reaffirmed his/her path, (s)he quietly laid down on the bed. (S)he knew that a good night’s rest would be needed if (s)he intended to keep moving. Time marches on, and so must (s)he, for as long as the road goes.
Current canons: Demyx, Ratix, Namine
Canon you're auditioning for: Gogo
Media canon is from: Final Fantasy 6
Is the current canon taken?: Nah.
Audition post (400 words):____________________________
Gogo walked slowly through the streets of this new, unfamiliar town. (S)he’d found him/herself here after the collapse of the Tower of Magi, when (s)he’d fallen into a pit to make sure the rest of the Returners got out. The sacrifice was well worth making if (s)he said so his/herself, a single life for the good of the whole world. And then (s)he’d found him/herself here, in a place called Traverse Town, seemingly a place where those with nowhere to go invariably found themselves entering.
As (s)he walked down the street, (s)he noticed that people were staring at him/her, not that it was any different. (S)he was wearing very brightly colored robes after all, but the stares seemed friendly, even though no one actually knew him/her. It was a surprisingly good feeling actually. (S)he had lived alone in the World of Ruin, until the Returners came, so (s)he wasn’t entirely sure how to react. A few polite waves seemed to be enough for the townspeople, as they turned away to go back to their daily lives, as though nothing had happened. (S)he really didn’t have time to think about the odd, trusting nature of this place though. Even though his/her robes were intact, (s)he was still tired from the fight at the Tower of Magi, and needed to sleep, badly.
(S)he managed to get to the inn, and put down a handful of Gil, about 100 if (s)he wasn’t mistaken, and then got a key to the room. Entering the room, (s)he did something that no soul had ever seen: (s)he removed the helmet that comprised the top of his/her outfit. Staring into the small mirror in the bathroom of the room, (s)he realized something.
“This face…my face, looks unfamiliar to me.” His/her monotone voice said this, belying no gender or age, a blank voice to go with the nearly unfamiliar face in the mirror. “Have I truly grown accustomed to the mask I wear rather than my true self? Or maybe, the mask is slowly becoming my true self… Maybe that’s for the better though.”
The old face truly had no place anymore; it was a thing of the world that had been left behind. (S)he thought about this new revelation as it occurred to him/her. Perhaps it was for the better, the loss of his/her identity. Maybe (s)he was meant to be nothing more that Gogo now. Maybe…
No! (S)he wouldn’t abandon his/her identity after all (s)he had done to protect his/her world! His/her friends would never forgive him/her. Even if they only knew him/her as Gogo, they’d never allow him/her to follow through with the idea of losing his/her identity.
“I can’t just let my self, my true self fade away that easily. I will keep my self, even if I remain hidden from the world! There are still people that need help, and I will help them if I can.”
As Gogo’s reaffirmed his/her path, (s)he quietly laid down on the bed. (S)he knew that a good night’s rest would be needed if (s)he intended to keep moving. Time marches on, and so must (s)he, for as long as the road goes.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao