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This RP is based on Final Fantasy, and is set in Spira from Final Fantasy X and X-2.


Name: Krystal Kenturo

Age: 19

Race: Elf

Class: Dark Knight

Weapon/s: Long sword

Appearence: Krystal has light blue eyes and long, brown hair

Attire: http://c-uncut.com/media/ff10-2-rikku13.jpg

Personality: Anti-social, serious and hot-headed

Background: Not much is known about Krystal, except for her intense hatred towards New Yevon. No one knows why she hates them as much as she does, but some think it's because of what New Yevon did to her. She also a close friend of Lulu, who lives on Besaid Island.



Krystal was sitting on the ruins near Besaid, her armour glistening in the morning sun. She was hoping no one would find her, as she wasn't in a good mood. She sat there, thinking about her past fights with New Yevon...

Sindri
Race-Half Human/Half Ancient
Class- Black Mage
Age- 19
Background- Little is known about Sindri's personal past, but he has
done many dark deeds, and been involved with many evil doings.
He took up Black Magic when he was young, and has become very skilled
in using it.
He is reserved, calculating, intelligent, and sarcastic. He puts a low value on
life, and should never be underestimated. Skilled in close combat, but not so physically strong.
Attire- Black hooded cloak. Has a dark sword, named Bloodbane, which he keeps concealed, and has pale white skin, blond hair, and green eyes.
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It was dark, but Sindri's torch lit the way through the cave underneath the temple ruins. The Paladins must have gone by now...
He had been hiding here for a day, with no sleep. He was very tired, as he had to stay awake, lest any undead attack him. He had destroyed at least thirteen creatures that laid down here, but they were pathetic and weak, much better than paladins.

At last! Sindri had found the cave exit. He stumbled, exhausted, towards the rocky opening. He clambered out of the dark hole, and brushed his black cloak. He was quick to notice a young woman sitting on a piece of the ruins about 20 feet away from him, who suddenly saw him...

Krystal sat there, not saying a word. She kept still, and continued to look out at the sea. After a few minutes, she decided to get up and see who this man was. She grabbed her sword in her right hand and slowly approached the man...

Sindri was checking his supplies, and getting ready to leave the place before the girl figured out what was going on. She was wearing what was unmistakably dark knight's armour. He took a few cookies out of his pack, and had some water, before he got up to leave. The girl started approaching him. "Hello, may I ask what your business here is?"

Name: Gyarick

Age: 23

Race: Al Bhed

Class: Jack of all trades (Red Mage, Gun Mage)

Weapon: A new type of machina salvaged, called a "rail gun". Temperamental, so he will use a normal rifle and grenades if needed.

Background: One of the al Bhed evacuated from Home on the Farenheit (the ship in the original Final Fantasy X), he settled on Besaid. While he never like New Yevon, he never joined the Youth League either. He has a minor stake in the Machine Faction, but he says politics slow him down, and so won't commit to any one faction. A friend of Shinra's, he is always looking into new technologies. He also knows probably more about Paine's past than most people in Spira. While somewhat on the goofy side, he is actually profoundly sad. ((If this RP takes place after X-2)) He has become friends with Tidus, Yuna, Wakka and Lulu.

Gyarick sat contemplating the latest setback with his machina weapon, called by the ancients a "rail gun". All Al Bhed knew most technological concepts, and he knew that this device used a pair of electromagnetic bars that would project a metal projectile at extraordinary speed. Most fiends exploded when it hit. Of course, now the bloody thing had seized up, thankfully during target practice. Probably a fuse....

He looked around Besaid Village. The once quite village was getting to be quite bustly here, especially considering High Summoner Yuna had lived here most of her life, prior to her pilgrimage to defeat Sin. After doing that, any chance of settling down for a new life had been scuppered by pilgrims and politicians, all wanting a piece, so to speak, of Yuna. Gyarick had met the Guardians who had survived and who lived here. He thought Wakka was all right, despite having known the guy to be a fervent Al Bhed hater, at least before the Al Bhed proved to be not as malicious as thought, and before Wakka got the first shock to his system about Yevon. Lulu seemed cold, but had hidden depths of sensitivity. The two were married now. Cid's daughter, Rikku, also came by occasionally.

Krystal didn't answer him, instead she gave a deep sigh and began to walk off towards the village. Her sword was still in her hand; she had it clenched tightly as she was afraid that the strange man might attack her. She looked back at him and growled. Krystal continued to walk, remembering her younger sister, Kalli. "I wonder where Kalli went this time," Krystal sighed.

Name: Ultaro
Age: 150
Race: Human/Celcian
Class: Ultimate Dragun, master of fire magic
Weapon: A claymore, twice the length of a normal claymore (and claymors are pretty f'cking big!)
Background: The most powerful Dragun to have ever existed. Quick to anger. Died in an inferno of uncontrollable anger. Has somehow been ressurected. Prefers fighting to diplomacy. His power is so immense light bends in his presence.

A pillar of fire appears in the ruins. As it settles a man with flaming armour and a big ass sword appears. Angered by the clutter he burns everything around him so he can have some room to move.

As the flames neared Krystal, she quickly put her sword up to her face and blocked the them. As she moved her sword down, she looked at the man who created them. She didn't aknowledge him, and continued to leave for the village, her sword still in hand.

Ultaro was angered with this lack of acknowledgement and all around Krystal and Ultaro a lake of lava formed leaving a lonly island where the two were standing. Above them a floating river of lava began to flow. The space began to warp, all magic had been suspended in the area. Ultaro began to walk towards Krystal with his oversized claymore held high.

Name: Cid

Age: 43

Race: Human

Class: Lancer

Weapon: A modified Pilum and a set of throwing spears.

Background: An aged wanderer with a good heart who swears on a constant basis. He's an expert on airships. He's always smoking a cigar or cigarette. The fact he's a wandering vagrant means he's extremely independent and his social skills are rusty. Loves explosions. He's warm, casual, smart and cocky.

Attire: A pair of aged blue jeans that stink like machine oil and are covered in oil spots. A jacket best described as B3 Bomber in the color of jet black is always on him. Also wears a heavily stained white scarf. Also carries a duffel bag full of expolsives and tools.

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Walking up to the oversized sheet of fire he casually uses him to light a cigarette, stepping back he address the pillar of flame. "Why hello there sparky, burned any good books lately?" Resuming his slow saunter he appoarches Krystal. "Well, this little firecracker certainly looks like he's a little quick on the draw!" he says with a bright smile "If you don't mind I'll help ya' deal with this pyro." Slowly he extracts a stick of TNT from his bag and lights it with his cigarette "This should give sparky somethin' tado for a while" and chucks it at the beast.

Gyarick saw the burning sky, and ran for the beach. On the road, he saw an immense burning crater, filled with lava. On an island in the middle, he saw a young Dark Knight, and....something.

Hoping that the replaced fuse did the trick, as well as the sniper scope, he raised the railgun and fired at the claymore.

Whhiiiiirrrrreeeeeeeeee--zhhooooompfff!! !

The overlarge claymore was smashed out of the hand of the strange being, and fell into the lava. The Dark Knight looked bemused.


Gyarick yelled over the roar of lava, or was that the roar of the being in front of him.

"RUUUUUUUUUNNNN!! !! !"

He then did so himself. Oh bloody hell, he thought.

((Bugger, Flagg, I was writing my post when you did yours. Is this another Cid? Only the FFX world has one already. I must've hit the dynamite with the rail gun))

That bastard with the rail cannon was damn good shot and that's all Cid needed to know for now. He heard the man scream to run away, which Cid never did - he only engaged in reversed charges. The oversized lighter was pissed as all hell so Cid thought charging away might be good idea right about now, nonetheless he couldn't abandon the woman to lighter-boy.

In an inspired moment that would make MacGyver jealous he straps a stick of TNT to a throwing spear and chucks it at Mr.Nightlight, hoping to at least piss it off long enough for the girl to get away.

"GET MOVING GODDAMNIT!" It was lookin' like lighter didn't like high explosives but he only had a vial of Nitro and half a stick of TNT left. Cid drew his Pilum and made peace with whatever powers be and charged pyro-boy with all the rage of a kamikaze.

OOC: It's FF7 Cid

Krystal ran away from the fight as fast as she could, her armour slowing her down a bit. She kept running, not looking back for a second. Krystal ran to the village, and hid behind one of the houses, "I knew something bad was going to happen!" She took a deep sigh and checked if she was being followed...

Krystal ignored Gyarick's question and moved her sword closer to his throat, "I don't need help, Gyarick." She was speaking in a cold tone, and she had an angry look on her face. Krystal moved her sword away from Gyarick's throat and put it away. "I have no idea who you are, and I couldn't care less right now."

((I love it when Krystal gets pissed off! Reminds me of myself. ))