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aerialassault) wrote2015-03-10 10:37 pm
aerialassault) wrote2015-03-10 10:37 pm
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App to Cerealia
Applicant Info
◎ Name: Stark
◎ Journal:starkxravingxmad
◎ Contact: Plurk @ starkxravingxmad
Character Info
◎ Character's Name: Cliff Fittir
◎ Character's Canon: Star Ocean: Till the End of Time
◎ Character's Age: 36
◎ Canon Point: After entering 4D Space but before meeting Blair.
◎ Background/History: Link to his page on the Star Ocean wiki
◎ Is the character a hacker and/or do they have a sixth-sense? No-- I don't believe his Engineering skills count as 'hacking', as they are not related to Information Technology.
However, there is a fact from canon that may or may not be relevant within the context of Cerealia: One of the tricky nuances of Star Ocean: Till the End of Time is the reveal midway through the game-- approximately Cliff's canonpoint-- that the playable characters and everything they know are part of what amounts to a massive multiplayer rpg, and that they specifically are from a server that is currently facing deletion because of a 'bug' in the system that allowed the NPCs to learn too much about their world and break the coding from within via the use of their 'Symbology', the magic of that universe. Seeing that this closely resembles certain elements of Cerealia as a game, and I'm not sure if whether Cliff's canon status as a literal video game character will make any difference here, but it is something that should be noted regardless. It is neither a power or a skill, but a general statement about the character and his 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, intlligent, 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.
◎ Powers/Abilities: As a Klausian, 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 specific style within the context of that specific dojo for so long that he is considered among the candidates to eventually take it over 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.
◎ Weapons & Other Special Inventory:
-His Quad Scanner-- a multi purpose measurement device that is similar to a Tricorder from Star Trek
-His Communicator-- a translation and long distance radio communication device
-His Gauntlets
-A change of clothes
-Armor
-EM Stun Bomb (hp damage/stun one (1) enemy)
-Cheap Cider ('Gives a Life Threatening Feeling')
CEREALIA-Specific
◎ Element: Earth
◎ Sense: Sight. Despite initial appearances and impressions of Cliff being a hot headed brawler, he's quite shrewd and is notorious for picking up the minute details that most other characters miss. His persuasion skills are connected with his ability to read a person's body language, and he is a capable strategist in part because he notices the little details.
◎ Seven Character Traits:
+ Honest
+ Friendly
+ Savvy
+- Boisterous
- Quick-tempered
- Stubborn
- Cocky
Samples
◎ First-Person Sample:
-TDM with Rei
-TDM with Yosuke
-TDM with Tieria
-TDM with Shigeru
◎ Third-Person Sample:
A powerpoint. How quaint, Cliff found himself thinking as he kicked his dusty boots up on the table and folded his hands behind his head, making himself comfortable in the meeting room that was filled with shades of both the familiar and the unknown. Such tech was a callback to late 20th century Earth standards, he recalled from his boring history classes in college, and that they were commonplace presentation tech before Earthlings went and played too rough with some Nukes and wrecked their own planet for hundreds of years.
It was a nice touch, but entirely unimpressive to a man who was accustomed to inter-planetary video communication.
Ignoring the uneasy whispers and pointed looks aimed in his direction from the rest of the people in the meeting, Cliff kept up with the presentation with ease. Most of it was technobabble, talking about code and programs and destruction was something that he would have some egghead explain to him in further detail down the line. He just wanted to see what was up here.
Except...
"Hold up," he said, breaking the steady stream of words for the first time since the meeting began. He lazily lifted a finger, as if a nod to how teachers made inquiring students raise a hand to wait for their turn in class, and sat up a little straighter in his chair. Boots hit the floor, but he never left his seat. He continued:
"Whatdya mean that my world's 'been destroyed?"
It was an innocent demand, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes.
The presenter had meant just that. His world had been destroyed, and they had managed to extract him from data--
This time Cliff held out his entire hand, palm outward, to stop the flow of words.
"Whatdya mean 'data'?"
They had meant just that--
The tall, burly man buried his face in his hand with an exasperated groan, remembering the flurry of days (or was it weeks?) that had passed since they had stumbled upon Dr. Robert Leingod's lab that was sequestered in the hidden corners of Moonbase-- the inhabited scientific colony that resided on Earth's moon. The information they had learned in those few moments about what Dr. Leingod's team had discovered about the nature of their world, the Time Gate, and the strange message that they had received from it twenty years ago was chilling-- and the otherworldly beings that defied all of the science that they understood that destroyed the Earth and other planets not long after had driven that chiling point deep into his gut.
That was why they had passed through the Time Gate on the forbidden planet of Styx, to stop that threat and save their home. But, this?
"I'm an athiest," he declared, voice nearly a growl in his frustration. "Are you trying to tell me that those lazy-ass bums who call themselves 'gods' have 'gods' as well? This is too much!"
There had already been enough 'gods' and 'angels' in his experience to last a lifetime. He didn't need any more... but, he didn't want to send those kids to a fate of utter nothingness either. Even if the survival of his own homeworld was still uncertain, and he hated the notion of helping those blasted programmers with anything, he knew in his gut that he wasn't just going to stand around and do nothing.
That would just drive him even more crazy.
◎ Is your character retaining any previous game memories? No, he will not.
◎ Name: Stark
◎ Journal:
starkxravingxmad◎ Contact: Plurk @ starkxravingxmad
Character Info
◎ Character's Name: Cliff Fittir
◎ Character's Canon: Star Ocean: Till the End of Time
◎ Character's Age: 36
◎ Canon Point: After entering 4D Space but before meeting Blair.
◎ Background/History: Link to his page on the Star Ocean wiki
◎ Is the character a hacker and/or do they have a sixth-sense? No-- I don't believe his Engineering skills count as 'hacking', as they are not related to Information Technology.
However, there is a fact from canon that may or may not be relevant within the context of Cerealia: One of the tricky nuances of Star Ocean: Till the End of Time is the reveal midway through the game-- approximately Cliff's canonpoint-- that the playable characters and everything they know are part of what amounts to a massive multiplayer rpg, and that they specifically are from a server that is currently facing deletion because of a 'bug' in the system that allowed the NPCs to learn too much about their world and break the coding from within via the use of their 'Symbology', the magic of that universe. Seeing that this closely resembles certain elements of Cerealia as a game, and I'm not sure if whether Cliff's canon status as a literal video game character will make any difference here, but it is something that should be noted regardless. It is neither a power or a skill, but a general statement about the character and his 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, intlligent, 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.
◎ Powers/Abilities: As a Klausian, 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 specific style within the context of that specific dojo for so long that he is considered among the candidates to eventually take it over 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.
◎ Weapons & Other Special Inventory:
-His Quad Scanner-- a multi purpose measurement device that is similar to a Tricorder from Star Trek
-His Communicator-- a translation and long distance radio communication device
-His Gauntlets
-A change of clothes
-Armor
-EM Stun Bomb (hp damage/stun one (1) enemy)
-Cheap Cider ('Gives a Life Threatening Feeling')
CEREALIA-Specific
◎ Element: Earth
◎ Sense: Sight. Despite initial appearances and impressions of Cliff being a hot headed brawler, he's quite shrewd and is notorious for picking up the minute details that most other characters miss. His persuasion skills are connected with his ability to read a person's body language, and he is a capable strategist in part because he notices the little details.
◎ Seven Character Traits:
+ Honest
+ Friendly
+ Savvy
+- Boisterous
- Quick-tempered
- Stubborn
- Cocky
Samples
◎ First-Person Sample:
-TDM with Rei
-TDM with Yosuke
-TDM with Tieria
-TDM with Shigeru
◎ Third-Person Sample:
A powerpoint. How quaint, Cliff found himself thinking as he kicked his dusty boots up on the table and folded his hands behind his head, making himself comfortable in the meeting room that was filled with shades of both the familiar and the unknown. Such tech was a callback to late 20th century Earth standards, he recalled from his boring history classes in college, and that they were commonplace presentation tech before Earthlings went and played too rough with some Nukes and wrecked their own planet for hundreds of years.
It was a nice touch, but entirely unimpressive to a man who was accustomed to inter-planetary video communication.
Ignoring the uneasy whispers and pointed looks aimed in his direction from the rest of the people in the meeting, Cliff kept up with the presentation with ease. Most of it was technobabble, talking about code and programs and destruction was something that he would have some egghead explain to him in further detail down the line. He just wanted to see what was up here.
Except...
"Hold up," he said, breaking the steady stream of words for the first time since the meeting began. He lazily lifted a finger, as if a nod to how teachers made inquiring students raise a hand to wait for their turn in class, and sat up a little straighter in his chair. Boots hit the floor, but he never left his seat. He continued:
"Whatdya mean that my world's 'been destroyed?"
It was an innocent demand, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes.
The presenter had meant just that. His world had been destroyed, and they had managed to extract him from data--
This time Cliff held out his entire hand, palm outward, to stop the flow of words.
"Whatdya mean 'data'?"
They had meant just that--
The tall, burly man buried his face in his hand with an exasperated groan, remembering the flurry of days (or was it weeks?) that had passed since they had stumbled upon Dr. Robert Leingod's lab that was sequestered in the hidden corners of Moonbase-- the inhabited scientific colony that resided on Earth's moon. The information they had learned in those few moments about what Dr. Leingod's team had discovered about the nature of their world, the Time Gate, and the strange message that they had received from it twenty years ago was chilling-- and the otherworldly beings that defied all of the science that they understood that destroyed the Earth and other planets not long after had driven that chiling point deep into his gut.
That was why they had passed through the Time Gate on the forbidden planet of Styx, to stop that threat and save their home. But, this?
"I'm an athiest," he declared, voice nearly a growl in his frustration. "Are you trying to tell me that those lazy-ass bums who call themselves 'gods' have 'gods' as well? This is too much!"
There had already been enough 'gods' and 'angels' in his experience to last a lifetime. He didn't need any more... but, he didn't want to send those kids to a fate of utter nothingness either. Even if the survival of his own homeworld was still uncertain, and he hated the notion of helping those blasted programmers with anything, he knew in his gut that he wasn't just going to stand around and do nothing.
That would just drive him even more crazy.
◎ Is your character retaining any previous game memories? No, he will not.