aerialassault: (cocky -- dat splatter)
Trainer

Name: Cliff Fittir
Class: Veteran
Type: Fighting/Flying
Ability: God of War
Level: 24

Pokémon Bonded: 2

Abilities: Mach Punch, Bullet Punch, Feint, Aerial Ace, and Rolling Kick.

Basic Info: Cliff is a 36 y/o martial artist, former soldier, and professional ruffian from Caldera who was held captive in a Gigas prison cell for a number of months. He is strong, well aware of this fact, and unafraid to use it as a means of protecting a thing or a cause that he cares about. Strangers beware-- and hope that you stay on his good side.


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Name: Stark
Contact Information: starkxravingxmad @ plurk
Time Zone: EST
Characters Played: Waver Velvet [personal profile] untalented

CHARACTER INFO

Character Name: Cliff Fittir
Character Canon: Star Ocean: Till the End of Time

History: Link to the Star Ocean Wiki

AU History: Born and raised in the sands of Caldera to a family of metal workers and trained in a small dojo on the outskirts of the city, Cliff Fittir is a talented ruffian whose martial prowess and experience in everything from street level brawls to actual battle fields is only matched by his high moral standing and sympathy for the underdog. Born an Earthkin, and a strong one, he had figured early in life that no one as big and powerful as he was had any business picking on those who couldn't fight back. It was only natural that he stood up and protected those who could be hurt, and when the war with Gigas started to escalate, it was only natural that he joined up with the Steel Battalion to protect the city he cared about. He saw Gigas as a big dog who had no understanding of the lives and culture of the people they were trying to subjugate, and that was more than enough reason for him to take on the fight.

A solid, proud individual whose passions run as deeply as his strength, he was someone who could fight with the strength and ferocity of a raging Pangoro on one turn and on the next be as mellow as a Slakoth. He was sincere in everything he did, and the vibrancy of his personality and the way he cared for those he considered among his own made him a natural leader both on and off the battlefield.

However, as the conflict came to a head, Cliff was the sort of strategist who was savvy enough to be able to pick and choose his fights. Rage and passion could only go so far, and he didn't want the lives of the people who worked under him to be in any unnecessary danger. But, not even a savvy strategist could work his way entirely out of harms' way....

Before the war's end, Cliff's passions and wiles had failed him-- many of the people and pokemon in his unit were either MIA, KIA, or captured and hauled off to the Gigas prisons. Cliff himself was among the latter group, as his strength and his intellect had caught the interest of certain parties within Gigas' forces. However, Cliff's temper made him too much of a danger to their personel to leave unrestrained while in their custody for too long. In many ways it was his saving grace, as he was passed up for any experimentation at their hands, but it also made it exceedingly difficult for him to act, and it left him helpless at their hands...

Eventually, however, he did escape. He made it back to Caldera, somehow. And, after hearing about what had happened and these upstarts from a city to the south called Union, made his way down to see what was going on. It was a chance for him to potentially start over...and a chance for him to strike another blow at the Gigas forces for daring to lay a finger on the thing he cared about most in the world: his home and his people.


Canon Personality: Boisterous, fun loving, and temperamental, Cliff is described as a hotheaded brawler with a heart of gold in the canon, and it shows in his playful attitude and his reckless abandon when he loses himself in the heat of the fight. However, don't let yourself be fooled by first appearances-- underneath the teasing grin is an uncommonly astute and intelligent man who always seems to know far more than he is willing to let on for various reasons. He has experiences in the world that the younger members of the battle party lack, even those who are military officers in their own right, and his intuituve 'hunches', though often times laughed at because of how ridiculous they are or how nonchalantly he expresses them, have rarely led him astray. And, although he introduces himself as merely a field agent of Quark, an anti-Federation group whose goal is to de-centralize the overarcing government's authority by helping other non-affiliated planets learn to help eachother, it becomes clear through the little asides and subtle actions that his role within the organization is far bigger than he is openly expressing.

But, although he is actually the mastermind behind Quark, which he built upon his ideals of self-reliance and his extreme distaste for the established order that has been putting pressure on his homeworld to join under their umbrella for the better part of the last century, he much prefers the freedom he has as merely a field agent who acts as a mentor and support to the current leader-- a young woman called Maria Traydor, who has been in his care for the last seven years. While it was his mad ideals that founded the organization, it was her charisma and intellect that sent the minor faction skyrocketing into a position that is highly noticed in the intergalactic political arena. After an attempt on his life that nearly took out the entirety of his work and awoke her latent powers of subatomic particle manipulation, he decided that enough was enough and he 'retired' into his current position.

In truth, he only founded Quark because, in his own words, "I don't like taking orders from people I don't like."

While he downplays his actions at every turn, his sense of responsibility for what happens around him is very clear. Although he allows Fayt to take the reigns in the decision making process during their tumultous stay in the Elicoor system, he was very plain about his opinions and discomforts over helping an underdeveloped planet create a large scale lightning canon to help aid in a war between two kingdoms that they had been caught between. He was willing to help Fayt in this with the use of 'college level physics' but he made it abundantly clear that he would rather be the one pulling the trigger on this weapon that he was helping create rather than handing it over to someone that he barely knew. Furthermore, when the situation truly becomes dire, he is the sort to let his thoughts remain unspoken out of concern for rattling the other members of the party. His body language is telling enough-- a pointed look and a pat on the shoulder between him and Mirage, his longtime partner, sister in training, and best friend, is the most meaningful expression of how dangerous a trap that they were walking straight into truly was. However, even in his own hesitations, he always barrels forth for the sake of the other people around him. His sense of responsibility is complimented by his astonishingly level head in a crisis. Although he is notorious for being among the first people to throw down a table and start a barroom brawl, or even start a fight with a military general who had just insulted him just after a bloody victory against the general's second-in-command, he is the kind of man who knows when to pick his fights. And, his own calm makes him something of a rock within a crisis. Furthermore, he uses his playful nature to diffuse tense situations before they even have a chance to start, as he forestalled Fayt's awakening of his own particle destruction ability at least once with the use of a precisely timed distraction and giving the young man several more things to ponder over.

Although incredibly shrewd, intelligent, and intuitive in his own right, these traits are often times overlooked by his loud, playful nature. He is quick to crack a joke or playfully flirt with a 'hot chick', make commentary with his own opinions on the situation that run the gamut of complaining about the weather to wanting to help out a theocractic nation so he could enjoy the sight of the temple maidens. He stubbornly holds to his ideas, whether right or wrong, and his hunches, while rarely incorrect, have also led the party into incidents where they literally crash onto a planet because their transport vessel was badly damaged and ran out of fuel. Furthermore, he is atrociously incompetent at anything that resembles domesticity. His crafting skills are on the level of a grade schooler, and his cooking has been known to knock people unconscious with how terrible it is. And, although it's evident that a standard college education includes high level physics and engineering by modern standards, it is amply clear that he is no scientist-- he is merely a good hearted brawler who saw something he didn't like and decided to do something about it.

AU Deviation: Relatively few, considering how much of the canon I was able to mimic in the AU for BNW. Cliff retains his boyish sense of humor, his wild temper, and his knack for strategic planning and negotiating that he has in canon, although he will be noticeably less cagey about them due to the fact that he is not wanted for alleged terrorism across the galaxy. Furthermore, the attack that took out his unit and his pokemon team was a success-- directly opposite of the thwarted assassination attempt upon him by high ranking military officers associated with the Pan-Galactic Federation. He would end up as more wary to trust enemies on their word because of his taste of failure, but his awareness of his own mortality and the influence he carries among those who trust him would be unaffected.

Canon Abilities: Cliff hails from a world that is noted for it's harsh environment, high gravity, and low atmospheric oxygen in comparison to Earth-- as such, the native aspects of his world have given it's inhabitants an uncommon strength and dexterity that surpasses that of Olympic-level athletes from Earth. Cliff is agile enough to dodge bullets as if they were a child's plaything in context of gameplay, and he is noted as being inordinately strong even among his own people. He's also a skilled martial artist of a style that resembles kickboxing with some flashy Ki effect and high flying acrobatics , and he has trained in that style for long enough that he is considered among the candidates to eventually take over the dojo he was trained in should anything happen to the current master.

Outside of combat, Cliff is an oddly shrewd individual who is capable of reading a person's body language as easily as another would read a text message, and his penchant for diffusing tense situations and cutting to the chase makes him a capable negotiator in times when it is called upon. He is also the most skilled engineer among the playable characters, and he is also a skilled blacksmith. Creating items ranging from swords to complicated stun bombs are easy for him as long as he has the right materials in place, and it is implied in the canon that he personally oversaw the mechanical and technical modifications that were done to Quark's flagship, the Diplo.

Enlightened Abilities: God of War, Fighting/Flying/Steel. Cliff in canon is noted as being a master at hand to hand combat who is noted for his strength and agility, specializing in brutal assaults with his fists, and the occassional acrobatic strike that leaves opponents in awe of his startling speed. Two of his most powerful attacks, Aerial Assault and Acrobat Locus, would find parallels as potential flying-type skills in BNW.

In his Initial Form, Cliff will physically appear much like he does in canon. Incredibly tall and solidly built, he is startlingly agile for a man in his weight-class. With or without his gauntlets, Cliff would be able to deliver fast punches, kicks, and charge attacks with relative ease. Known moves include Mach Punch, Bullet Punch, Feint, Aerial Ace, and Rolling Kick. In this form he only has his Fighting and Flying typings.

For his First Evolution, Cliff will gain his Steel typing and will learn that he'll be able to channel a moderate electrical charge through his fists, and that it will be powerful enough to deliver a Thunder Punch. Other moves include Circle Throw, Flying Press, Hammer Arm and, if he sees fit to use it in a fight, Roost to heal himself of moderate damage that he will end up taking. He'll gain the ability to jump incredibly high, which he'll use (and likely abuse).

In his Final Evolution, The combined effects of both the speed and agility of the flying type and the electro-magnetism of the steel type will allow him a form of limited flight which he will use to full advantage. Moves include the reckless Submission, Sky Uppercut, Sky Drop, Brave Bird, Steel Wing and Metal Burst.

Starter Pokémon: Hawlucha

Notes/Special Considerations: While I picked God of War for his Enlightened perk over the Engineer perk due to his outstanding prowess in combat, I do still want to incorporate the mechanical, technical aspects of his thought processes in the context of gameplay while in Brave New World. I figure that, while he won't be an Engineer in the fashion of making evolutionary stones or other combat consumables, it will likely manifest in a propensity for finding solutions to technical problems in a fashion similar to how MacGyver would. He wouldn't be able to figure out how to make a Rotom Cycle, but he might be able to do some basic repairs to his personal machines on his own.

Furthermore, if his imprisonment by Gigas is problematic, we can work around it into something different. It simply seems like the best way to parallel the consequences of his notoriety in canon.

I'm also requesting a pair of Steel-typed Gauntlets akin to the basic pair he has at the start of the game. All they would do is give him an armor boost.
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First-Person:

-TDM Post + Yosuke and Hayato

Third-Person:

It's good to be back.

That was Cliff's thought when he found himself in Caldera once again, after months of being away. It was good to be back in familiar territory, away from callous prison wardens and the dank, chilly weather of the North. The dry heat and coarse sands of the desert were as much a part of him as the feeling of the wind brushing against his skin when he delivered a blasting charge in the middle of a brawl, or the sweat covered sense of catharsis after a hard but satisfying day spent training in the wilderness. He didn't know how long he had been gone-- and he didn't care.

This was Home.

But, that didn't mean that the desert city was the same as it was when he had left. The occassional lazy Pangoro chewing on it's reed in the shade of a boulder and the sounds of the drunken rabble were still there, but the scars left behind by the battles with the Gigas forces were there. They had nearly lost, he gathered. If not for the forwardness of a city to the south, a walled metropolis called Union, they would have. Those thoughts were enough to keep Cliff sober even as he lingered in the bars at night, loafing with the passion and grace of a Slakoth while he listened to and processed everything that had happened.

He couldn't find his people. He couldn't find any trace of his team, Human or Pokemon alike. And that chafed him more than any of Gigas' restraints on his person ever could. After all, he had still broken free. He couldn't escape his sense of failure about the whole affair.

But the Day of Fire was around the corner. He could see the people in the thick of the preparations, the colored powders being made and packaged together for proper containment until the festivities began. It was a day to forget the old, and a day to start over new.

And then...

This Union. This city to the south whose name lingered on the lips of even the most politically detached ruffians, whose reputation contained whispers of progress and an opportunity for change. It might be worth checking out one of these days.

Soon.
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"Yo, this is Cliff. Looks like we missed eachother, so drop a line and I'll get back ASAP."

Please note [Date] and [Type] for all interactions.
aerialassault: (thinking -- arms crossed like a boss)
Cut for Introspection )

[Action]

[The Battle Dome had become his friend. It was the most high-tech spot in Luceti, and it was always open. He could slip out of his apartment and work out his frustrations in the hours before dawn without disturbing anyone else...and, that was just fine by him.

He had work to do anyway. The battle at Zompania had forced him to pay a price and, while he knew there were worse fates, this one was still damn annoying.

The program that he used in the simulation chambers was deceptively simple to the inexperienced observer. It was a series of targets that he had set up around the stark room, at randomized intervals along the walls and ceilings. It looked almost like a firing range in many respects, except it was clear that they weren't used for any ordinary firearm.

...or anything ordinary for that matter.

Anyone who happened to be wandering through early that morning would find a ragged, sweating Cliff in one of these simulations-- clearly, he had been in there for a while. The broad grin and wild look of glee in his eyes made it doubly clear tht he had accomplished something.

Surely, it had nothing to do with all of the noise that had been coming from that simulation room during that time. The ricochets of energy bouncing off the metallic walls and his own cries of frustration or whoop of glee had nothing to do with any of this.

Nope. Not at all.]


[Audio: Private to Vegeta] )
[Audio: Open to All]


...back where I'm from, the quiet was always sort of a bad thing to hear in the middle of the night. It meant that you were having mechanical trouble, and that was usually a Big Deal if ya understand that sorta thing. Sleeping planetside was never a problem though-- there's always something outside making some kinda sound, and normally you just...I dunno. Sleep.

All you guys who've been doing this thing for a while....well. How do ya handle it? I've been working on a few projects myself, but those are gonna run dry pretty soon at this rate.

[Then, softer and mostly to himself:] --can't keep sittin' around like this--

[The feed clicked off as abruptly as it began, as if the whole question were an afterthought, meant to be forgotten.

Cliff doesn't do talking well.

Other early risers can find him hanging around the plaza that morning, nursing a cup of coffee as he made plans for the rest of his day. Time waits for no one, after all, even if the progress hear could amount to nothing at the end.]

aerialassault: (thinking -- kids these days)
Action: Locked to Souji Okita )

Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod )

[Audio: Open to All]

Yo. It's Cliff.

[It was dark by the time he reached for his journal, but he didn't care. There were plenty of other people that he wanted to see, but there was no way he could go visit them all in one day.

This was the next best thing.]


Can I get a headcount of who all's here and a tally on the damage? And, is the bar open?

[He'll be heading there later if he get's confirmation. For once, he plans to drink unil the damage doesn't look so bad.]
aerialassault: (thinking -- hmm)
[Audio]
Yo. Everyone.

[It was midday that he addressed the village as a whole, without any lead-in or hint of apology in his tone for being so goddamn casual.]

I'm lookin' for a friend of mine. He's got long hair and has a pet pig-- lemme know if you see him.

[Action]

[It was training, Souji had been insisting for the last few weeks when he set an enraged, squealing Saizou upon him without any warning. Speed training for a little game between the two of them that they both had a stake in. And, finally-- after many days of running from the grumpy little pig-- the game was on.

Cliff had 24 hours to catch Souji. Truth be told, he had no idea what the little prankster was up to.

He'll be anywhere and everywhere around town that day, searching every corner and under every table for any hint of that teasing smile...all the while remaining on high alert for anything that would attempt to dive-bomb him.]
aerialassault: (grin -- this'll totally work)
[The mass influx of wingless people doesn't throw Cliff off his game. After the last few weeks of cleaning up messes and dealing with the natural fallout of the Malnosso's influences within the village, the flood of new faces is somewhat relaxing for a laid back guy.

He set's his sights primarily on helping out in the Welcome Center for the weekend, planning on spending his time pestering his friends while he was on the lookout for familir faces that he hadn't seen for a while. When he's not there he spends his time hanging out in the Battle Dome or Good Spirits in the evenings before returning to his apartment in the Ground Building at night.

All in all, it's a pretty normal day.]
aerialassault: (confident -- i'm bad)
[Voice]

...Vacations are funny, aren't they? If they last long enough, they can start to get kinda boring.

[The commentary filtered through the pages of the journal system around midday, as if it was just a part of a conversation between two individuals instead of a public address. Cliff's tone was as relaxed and casual as always, for those who knew him. There was a faint hum in the otherwise quiet background.]

I mean, the downtime is nice, but I'm kinda tired of it-- which should answer any questions about 'why' and what not, so don't bother askin'.

The name's Cliff Fittir, if any of you here don't know, and I figured I'd offer my services. If any of you want a sparring partner, trainer, teacher or whatever, I'm available. Just say something if you're interested.

And if you're not...then could ya tell me what this cool thing is?

[He flipped the video on at this point, revealing a small circular device methodically rolling across the carpet.]

I've got an idea already, which brings me to Question Two: Is there a way to get good tech supplies without needing to go outside?

[He ends the feed at that, but will be prompt with replies.]

[Action]

[Cliff set off about town, looking for the aforementioned tech supplies so he could properly play with his new toy, though he would be keeping his eyes and ears alert for any of his friends and students to check up on. After a several week absence followed by a Shift that had made him appear as a young woman, there hadn't been much chance to see his people without having to answer more questions than he wanted. Furthermore, there were people that he met during that Shift that he wanted to clear things up with, one way or another.

However, he had plans for that evening...]


[Action: Private for Fayt Leingod]

Yo. You better have some free time tonight.

[He had questions...but, more importantly, he had plans for both of them.]
aerialassault: (piss off)
Action: Locked to Fayt Leingod and (maybe) Albel Nox )

[Action: Open]

[People in town might notice an unfamiliar young woman wandering about the shops that afternoon in search of something that fitted better than the oversized leather bomber jacket and heavy boots that covered her thin white dress. Her striking blue hair and green eyes bore a startling resemblence to another young man, Fayt Leingod-- but, that had to be coincidence.

Passers by might even find her asking them a simple question in a tone that hinted at her contained frustration:]




Hey. Could ya gimme a hand for a minute?

[Clearly, she wasn't used to asking for this sort of help.

Later on, a quick message in a familiar hand is scrawled out in the journals for everyone to read:]


[Text]

I'm back. Anyone miss me?
aerialassault: (cocky -- ambiguous)
[The text showed up in the journals around dawn, in the style of a wanted ad in the newspaper-- if Luceti had a newspaper. The letters were straight and friendly. The message was concise:]

PING PONG TABLE SEEKS HOME
PUBLIC ACCESS REQUIRED

REPLY FOR DETAILS


[That was all Cliff needed to do. He had spent the last month or so just toying with it as a side project, taking his time with the plans, materials, and other details of the table. He found proper measurements for everything and made sure that it was up to professional standards.

Anyone who dares to tell him that ping pong isn't a sport is liable to get payback for the suggestion. Somehow.

Cliff took off for the day after the announcement, after scribbling out a quick note for Fayt that he was headed out. Luceti was relatively safe, but he preferred to keep his people informed of what he was doing. His first stop is Seventh Heaven to grab a bite to eat, since the man can't cook for the life of him. There's a reason he's banned from the kitchen, after all. Throughout the day afterward he can be found in various parts of the plaza, gathering supplies for what looks like a trip to the Beach. With the weather getting warmer, he saw no reason to not take advantage of what the sea had to offer. Diving under to see the fish was always fun, after all.

Feel free to catch him anywhere. Talk to him, harrass him, prank him, join him. Anything goes.]
aerialassault: manga image (uncool -- aw man)
[accidental audio/action for CH 5]

--at's it. I'm gonna pulverize--

[The words, made audible through an accidental feed on the journal that Cliff threw aside, were cut off by the crack of splintering wood as his fist slammed into it at full throttle. Cliff had finally awoken from his shift-induced dream, and he was pissed. It was just unfortunate that the first person he saw that morning had to be the target for his frustration at the Malnosso.

He was going to crush their captors...after he crushed Albel Nox.

It wasn't going to be pretty.]


[very intentional audio]

Sorry 'bout the mess this morning. Technical difficulties. Won't happen again.

Now. What the hell was that last week? A shift? That's one helluva-- [He stopped and took a deep, calming breath.] Don't tell me that happens all the time.

I'm more than game if anyone wants to work off some stress. See ya at the Barracks. Or the Dome. I dunno.

Cliff Fittir. Over and out.

[action]

[True to his word, Cliff could be found at both the Barracks and the Battle Dome at various points throughout the day, as he restlessly wandered between the two facilities because neither actually fit his needs for the moment. A good spar was what he had in mind, although he wouldn't say no to company with someone that didn't know him and was actually sane.

Don't worry. He'll be cool.]
aerialassault: (ooc -- eggplant)
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[Lupin III doesn't know what's going on in the village...nor does he think he wants to know. Luceti is mad even on a good day, but this? It was well outside the scope of the New Feather cycle...but the crowd oddly reminded him of home. He went about his business that day like normal: drop by Seventh Heaven for breakfast, swing by the barracks to harrass Smoker, bum around the library (in the food and drink section, interestingly,) and drop by the space that used to be Cloud Nine.

He's friendly and in his element with the crowd. Just beware that he has a consealed weapon.

Cliff Fittir, still a New Feather himself, is interested in the entire affair-- but for reasons that he was going to keep to himself. There was still a possibiiity that he could run into some of his friends from home, and he planned to sieze every opportunity to either find them or find out some information. He wouldn't admit it openly, but he was concerned for their safety.

He'll be cooling his heels in various places around the village in a bomber jacket that he managed to find in his size, asking questions and offering directions as they come about. Evenings will find him in Good Spirits knocking back a few cold ones. Just be warned: he's liable to rant in annoyance at any mention of the cold, and he's quite a big man that isn't afraid to start (or end) a fight.]



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[ooc: This is a catch-all post. Please not which character you want in your replies.]
aerialassault: (confident -- you gotta deal)
Cliff here. Looks like we've missed eachother, so drop a note and we'll talk soon.

[please note date/time/type of interaction.]

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