Cyclicality Application
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redcladidealistOOC Information
This application is for any character who is NOT a part of the ATLA/LoK series.
Player: Nivi
Age: 31
Characters:
Contact: PM this journal
IC Information
Name: Lloyd Irving
Age: 18
Canon: Tales of Symphonia
Canon Point: A little over a year after the first game ends, but before Lloyd starts his hunt for the Centurion cores.
Physical Description: Full-body image.
Lloyd is a 5'9" teenage boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and a thin, wiry build. His hair refuses to lay flat, forming messy spikes that almost seem to defy gravity at times. Despite his youth, his muscles are fairly developed from hours training with his swords and time spent working on crafts and learning to smith with his adoptive father, Dirk.
The only truly distinguishing feature Lloyd has is an Exsphere mounted on the back of his left hand. The parasitic stone resembles a round, blue gem with a vaguely triangular metal plate surrounding it that is referred to as a Key Crest. Dwarven runes are inscribed into the metal as part of the process of preventing the Exsphere from disrupting Lloyd's mana and leeching away his life.
Canon Abilities: Lloyd has an Exsphere attached to his left hand which boosts his speed, endurance, reflexes, and strength. With this, he can jump higher (perhaps as much as eight feet), push himself to keep going despite injuries (though these will get to him eventually), doesn't break every bone in his body when he does reckless things like jump off of cliffs, and can make limited use of mana when fighting. Mostly, this use of mana boils down to bursts of strength, agility, and/or speed, though he can also create narrow "shock waves" that peter out after about fifteen feet. His one defensive technique, Guardian, creates a shield of mana that lasts for only a few seconds that reduces the impact of both physical and magical attacks, but doesn't negate them completely.
A full list of his techniques can be found here. It should be noted that Lloyd will not be able to use any mana-based techniques in Cyclicality unless events in the game happen that say otherwise.
Lloyd specializes in a dual-sword fighting style. Most of his skill is self-taught, although Kratos helped train him during the Journey of World Regeneration. At this point, he's a fairly passable swordsman, even without use of mana techniques.
While most of his academic grades are abysmal, Lloyd excels when it comes to astronomy, P.E., and crafts. Being raised the son of a dwarf, he knows his way around a smithy, and can even do some metalwork, though this is mostly limited to smaller, less strength-intensive things like jewelry or figurines. He has some basic knowledge of carpentry and woodworking. Living out in the woods with only himself and Dirk meant maintaining and repairing the house themselves. He has also stated that he plans to build a boat someday, so it's safe to assume that he's spent some time learning how to apply his skills toward that.
Lloyd also knows the dwarven runic language well enough to inscribe the necessary runes for a Key Crest, so his grasp on that is probably fairly solid.
The only other skill of note he has is his ability to pick locks. Given the general lack of technology present in Sylvarant, this likely only works with low-tech locks. Any kind of digital or magical lock will be beyond him. In fact, the one time he had to get through a technology-locked door, his solution was to physically bust it open.
Finally, by the end of the first game, Lloyd gained the ability to summon a pair of blue-green wings due to the Exsphere on his hand, which was the product of a research experiment called the Angelus Project. I'm theorizing based on earlier comments made by Yuan and basic logic, but his ability to do this at that point may be partly a result of his evolving Exsphere and partly from his own growth and control over mana. We never see him use these wings in the second game, though - possibly because he doesn't want to grow to rely on a power he's intent on eventually giving up. Regardless, this is also an ability he won't be able to use unless events in the game state otherwise.
Possessions: His typical red jacket, gloves, and boots, black pants and undershirt, a pair of swords, a set of lock picks, his wallet containing about a thousand gald, a small pocket knife, nine apple gels, six orange gels, and three life bottles.
For purposes of this game, the two types of gels will have their consistency changed to be spirit water in gel form, with orange gels being less effective to reflect that originally they weren't meant to target physical injuries. The life bottles are purer spirit water, but they can only revive unconsciousness and not death, as discussed with a mod.
Companion: N/A.
Personality: Lloyd is a cocky, stubborn, determined young man, fiercely loyal and brave, but also more than a little naive. In the quiet village of Iselia that he grew up near, where very few people had any weapons training to speak of, it was easy for him to form an inflated opinion of his sword skills. He hated having it shown how much skill he actually lacked, which didn't help with how he first took to Kratos, who so outstripped him in skill that it made him feel pathetic. Rather than refuse to admit his weaknesses, though, he took it as a personal challenge to become even stronger, and even went so far as to accept training from Kratos. This is a prime example of how Lloyd meets obstacles and challenges. He may grumble and he may complain, but in the end he will do whatever it takes to do what he feels is right.
Living an initially sheltered life with his adoptive father, Dirk, it wasn't until he was seventeen that he was really exposed to how cruel the world could be. This may also be the root of his eternal optimism, as well as his ability to see and hope for the best in almost everyone he meets. For example, even after being betrayed by Kratos, a man he'd grown to respect and look up to, he still can't quite bring himself to believe that the man is his enemy. Even things like race can't dampen his idealism. Although half-elves are notoriously hated in his canon, the revelation that his best friend, Genis, and his teacher, Raine, were actually half-elves didn't matter to him. Lloyd looks more at the whole of a person than at individual aspects.
He is very enthusiastic about new experiences - or at least he is until the novelty wears off, which happens far too quickly. Lloyd's attention span is not what it could be. This is very much reflected in his schoolwork. Unless it's arts and crafts or astronomy, Lloyd hates studying. He can also be impulsive and hotheaded and often lands himself and others in trouble without really meaning to. He forms a plan and blasts through it full steam ahead, only to realize too late that he didn't consider every perspective.
Lloyd tries to be honest and trustworthy in everything he does, and he wants to believe that everyone else is like this, too. Unless he is given a good reason not to, he'll generally take people at face value - a fact which has gotten him in trouble before and no doubt will again. He strongly believes that people can change if they want to. He gladly welcomes both Sheena and Regal to join his group of companions, despite both having tried to kill his friend Colette, because they'd shown to him that they were willing to reconsider their reasons for attacking in the first place. When Kratos continues to assist him in cryptic ways, it's hard for him to reconcile this with the fact that Kratos is his enemy. Some might call him naive or gullible, but somehow he still manages to make friends with people through his sheer stubborn determination to see the best in them. There are very few exceptions to this, and most of them have shown no inclination to change or any sign of regret for their actions. At the top of this list are people like Kvar and Vharley, the one who unrepentantly started the chain of events that led to the death of Lloyd's mother, and the other who sold Exspheres and people's lives for money and didn't care when the victims died.
Lloyd has been hit very hard by some of the events that have happened during the course of his journey to help save the worlds. He's had to kill and make decisions that have led to people's deaths - and he would do almost anything to keep that from ever happening again. In his mind, no one should have to sacrifice themselves or others. Everyone deserves to live. That doesn't mean he won't fight for what he believes in, though. If anything, those deaths have only made him even more determined to fight for and protect the people and things he cares about.
OU/AU: OU
History: Wiki link.
Sample: He didn't know what woke him up. It was quiet, or as quiet as it got at night in the woods. The others were asleep, curled up in their sleeping bags, with the sole exception of Zelos, who was standing watch right then.
Well, sitting, technically. The redhead was idly tending the dying fire, poking the coals with a stick. Was that what had woken Lloyd up? The crackle of coals falling apart? He listened for another moment, but nothing else happened. It was probably nothing. He should go back to sleep. He closed his eyes, curling a little bit to try to conserve heat.
Then it happened again, and this time, awake, he noticed. Something cold and tiny had just landed on his cheek. He lifted his hand to brush it off.
"Damn it..."
The soft curse snapped Lloyd's attention back to his friend, in time to catch the last of a glare Zelos was shooting at the sky. Frowning, Lloyd sat up.
"What is it?"
Just like that, the glare disappeared, melting faster than the snowflake that had hit his cheek. Zelos tossed him his typical, careless grin and gestured with a dismissive hand.
"Nothing, bud. Go back to sleep."
Lloyd eyed the older boy. He trusted his friends. All of them. If something was really wrong, they'd tell him. Yeah, they lied sometimes when something was private, or when they thought he was better off not knowing, but if it was something that would put them all in danger, every fiber of his being trusted his friends to say whatever needed to be said. Including the Tethe'allan Chosen. He might be a jerk sometimes, and he might act a little bit weird, but in the end he'd put himself at risk to help them when they'd needed it.
So, this wasn't something like that. But Lloyd knew what he saw. That wasn't his imagination, either. Something was wrong.
But it was something Zelos wanted to keep to himself.
He could pry, but somehow he knew that wouldn't go over well, and he didn't have any evidence except his gut feeling that there was even anything to worry about. Weighing his options, it didn't take long to figure out what he was going to do. Dwarven Vow number one hundred and eight: Let sleeping dogs lie. He wouldn't poke.
But he could still help. With a mischievous grin, he climbed out of his bag.
"Lloyd..."
Lloyd ignored him, still grinning as he sat down next to him at the edge of the fire's warmth. Pulling his jacket around him to ward off the cold night air, he met Zelos's eyes.
"Hey. Wanna help me think up a really scary story to tell everyone tomorrow night?"
Zelos looked at him, trying to look reproving - and then that fake smile cracked. It became something more like a smirk.
"You? Scary? Yeah, right."
Lloyd huffed, pretending to take offense when really this was exactly what he had wanted. "Hey, I can do scary!"
"Yeah, with my help," Zelos teased. "That's why you're asking, right?"
"No way, you don't even know how scary the idea I had is! Just wait 'til I tell you!"
The smirk became real.
"Sure. You're on."
Forgotten, the lightest snowfall continued to drift through the night.
Suggested Nationality: OU (Sylvaranti, if anyone wants to be specific.)
Bending: N/A
This application is for any character who is NOT a part of the ATLA/LoK series.
Player: Nivi
Age: 31
Characters:
Contact: PM this journal
IC Information
Name: Lloyd Irving
Age: 18
Canon: Tales of Symphonia
Canon Point: A little over a year after the first game ends, but before Lloyd starts his hunt for the Centurion cores.
Physical Description: Full-body image.
Lloyd is a 5'9" teenage boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and a thin, wiry build. His hair refuses to lay flat, forming messy spikes that almost seem to defy gravity at times. Despite his youth, his muscles are fairly developed from hours training with his swords and time spent working on crafts and learning to smith with his adoptive father, Dirk.
The only truly distinguishing feature Lloyd has is an Exsphere mounted on the back of his left hand. The parasitic stone resembles a round, blue gem with a vaguely triangular metal plate surrounding it that is referred to as a Key Crest. Dwarven runes are inscribed into the metal as part of the process of preventing the Exsphere from disrupting Lloyd's mana and leeching away his life.
Canon Abilities: Lloyd has an Exsphere attached to his left hand which boosts his speed, endurance, reflexes, and strength. With this, he can jump higher (perhaps as much as eight feet), push himself to keep going despite injuries (though these will get to him eventually), doesn't break every bone in his body when he does reckless things like jump off of cliffs, and can make limited use of mana when fighting. Mostly, this use of mana boils down to bursts of strength, agility, and/or speed, though he can also create narrow "shock waves" that peter out after about fifteen feet. His one defensive technique, Guardian, creates a shield of mana that lasts for only a few seconds that reduces the impact of both physical and magical attacks, but doesn't negate them completely.
A full list of his techniques can be found here. It should be noted that Lloyd will not be able to use any mana-based techniques in Cyclicality unless events in the game happen that say otherwise.
Lloyd specializes in a dual-sword fighting style. Most of his skill is self-taught, although Kratos helped train him during the Journey of World Regeneration. At this point, he's a fairly passable swordsman, even without use of mana techniques.
While most of his academic grades are abysmal, Lloyd excels when it comes to astronomy, P.E., and crafts. Being raised the son of a dwarf, he knows his way around a smithy, and can even do some metalwork, though this is mostly limited to smaller, less strength-intensive things like jewelry or figurines. He has some basic knowledge of carpentry and woodworking. Living out in the woods with only himself and Dirk meant maintaining and repairing the house themselves. He has also stated that he plans to build a boat someday, so it's safe to assume that he's spent some time learning how to apply his skills toward that.
Lloyd also knows the dwarven runic language well enough to inscribe the necessary runes for a Key Crest, so his grasp on that is probably fairly solid.
The only other skill of note he has is his ability to pick locks. Given the general lack of technology present in Sylvarant, this likely only works with low-tech locks. Any kind of digital or magical lock will be beyond him. In fact, the one time he had to get through a technology-locked door, his solution was to physically bust it open.
Finally, by the end of the first game, Lloyd gained the ability to summon a pair of blue-green wings due to the Exsphere on his hand, which was the product of a research experiment called the Angelus Project. I'm theorizing based on earlier comments made by Yuan and basic logic, but his ability to do this at that point may be partly a result of his evolving Exsphere and partly from his own growth and control over mana. We never see him use these wings in the second game, though - possibly because he doesn't want to grow to rely on a power he's intent on eventually giving up. Regardless, this is also an ability he won't be able to use unless events in the game state otherwise.
Possessions: His typical red jacket, gloves, and boots, black pants and undershirt, a pair of swords, a set of lock picks, his wallet containing about a thousand gald, a small pocket knife, nine apple gels, six orange gels, and three life bottles.
For purposes of this game, the two types of gels will have their consistency changed to be spirit water in gel form, with orange gels being less effective to reflect that originally they weren't meant to target physical injuries. The life bottles are purer spirit water, but they can only revive unconsciousness and not death, as discussed with a mod.
Companion: N/A.
Personality: Lloyd is a cocky, stubborn, determined young man, fiercely loyal and brave, but also more than a little naive. In the quiet village of Iselia that he grew up near, where very few people had any weapons training to speak of, it was easy for him to form an inflated opinion of his sword skills. He hated having it shown how much skill he actually lacked, which didn't help with how he first took to Kratos, who so outstripped him in skill that it made him feel pathetic. Rather than refuse to admit his weaknesses, though, he took it as a personal challenge to become even stronger, and even went so far as to accept training from Kratos. This is a prime example of how Lloyd meets obstacles and challenges. He may grumble and he may complain, but in the end he will do whatever it takes to do what he feels is right.
Living an initially sheltered life with his adoptive father, Dirk, it wasn't until he was seventeen that he was really exposed to how cruel the world could be. This may also be the root of his eternal optimism, as well as his ability to see and hope for the best in almost everyone he meets. For example, even after being betrayed by Kratos, a man he'd grown to respect and look up to, he still can't quite bring himself to believe that the man is his enemy. Even things like race can't dampen his idealism. Although half-elves are notoriously hated in his canon, the revelation that his best friend, Genis, and his teacher, Raine, were actually half-elves didn't matter to him. Lloyd looks more at the whole of a person than at individual aspects.
He is very enthusiastic about new experiences - or at least he is until the novelty wears off, which happens far too quickly. Lloyd's attention span is not what it could be. This is very much reflected in his schoolwork. Unless it's arts and crafts or astronomy, Lloyd hates studying. He can also be impulsive and hotheaded and often lands himself and others in trouble without really meaning to. He forms a plan and blasts through it full steam ahead, only to realize too late that he didn't consider every perspective.
Lloyd tries to be honest and trustworthy in everything he does, and he wants to believe that everyone else is like this, too. Unless he is given a good reason not to, he'll generally take people at face value - a fact which has gotten him in trouble before and no doubt will again. He strongly believes that people can change if they want to. He gladly welcomes both Sheena and Regal to join his group of companions, despite both having tried to kill his friend Colette, because they'd shown to him that they were willing to reconsider their reasons for attacking in the first place. When Kratos continues to assist him in cryptic ways, it's hard for him to reconcile this with the fact that Kratos is his enemy. Some might call him naive or gullible, but somehow he still manages to make friends with people through his sheer stubborn determination to see the best in them. There are very few exceptions to this, and most of them have shown no inclination to change or any sign of regret for their actions. At the top of this list are people like Kvar and Vharley, the one who unrepentantly started the chain of events that led to the death of Lloyd's mother, and the other who sold Exspheres and people's lives for money and didn't care when the victims died.
Lloyd has been hit very hard by some of the events that have happened during the course of his journey to help save the worlds. He's had to kill and make decisions that have led to people's deaths - and he would do almost anything to keep that from ever happening again. In his mind, no one should have to sacrifice themselves or others. Everyone deserves to live. That doesn't mean he won't fight for what he believes in, though. If anything, those deaths have only made him even more determined to fight for and protect the people and things he cares about.
OU/AU: OU
History: Wiki link.
Sample: He didn't know what woke him up. It was quiet, or as quiet as it got at night in the woods. The others were asleep, curled up in their sleeping bags, with the sole exception of Zelos, who was standing watch right then.
Well, sitting, technically. The redhead was idly tending the dying fire, poking the coals with a stick. Was that what had woken Lloyd up? The crackle of coals falling apart? He listened for another moment, but nothing else happened. It was probably nothing. He should go back to sleep. He closed his eyes, curling a little bit to try to conserve heat.
Then it happened again, and this time, awake, he noticed. Something cold and tiny had just landed on his cheek. He lifted his hand to brush it off.
"Damn it..."
The soft curse snapped Lloyd's attention back to his friend, in time to catch the last of a glare Zelos was shooting at the sky. Frowning, Lloyd sat up.
"What is it?"
Just like that, the glare disappeared, melting faster than the snowflake that had hit his cheek. Zelos tossed him his typical, careless grin and gestured with a dismissive hand.
"Nothing, bud. Go back to sleep."
Lloyd eyed the older boy. He trusted his friends. All of them. If something was really wrong, they'd tell him. Yeah, they lied sometimes when something was private, or when they thought he was better off not knowing, but if it was something that would put them all in danger, every fiber of his being trusted his friends to say whatever needed to be said. Including the Tethe'allan Chosen. He might be a jerk sometimes, and he might act a little bit weird, but in the end he'd put himself at risk to help them when they'd needed it.
So, this wasn't something like that. But Lloyd knew what he saw. That wasn't his imagination, either. Something was wrong.
But it was something Zelos wanted to keep to himself.
He could pry, but somehow he knew that wouldn't go over well, and he didn't have any evidence except his gut feeling that there was even anything to worry about. Weighing his options, it didn't take long to figure out what he was going to do. Dwarven Vow number one hundred and eight: Let sleeping dogs lie. He wouldn't poke.
But he could still help. With a mischievous grin, he climbed out of his bag.
"Lloyd..."
Lloyd ignored him, still grinning as he sat down next to him at the edge of the fire's warmth. Pulling his jacket around him to ward off the cold night air, he met Zelos's eyes.
"Hey. Wanna help me think up a really scary story to tell everyone tomorrow night?"
Zelos looked at him, trying to look reproving - and then that fake smile cracked. It became something more like a smirk.
"You? Scary? Yeah, right."
Lloyd huffed, pretending to take offense when really this was exactly what he had wanted. "Hey, I can do scary!"
"Yeah, with my help," Zelos teased. "That's why you're asking, right?"
"No way, you don't even know how scary the idea I had is! Just wait 'til I tell you!"
The smirk became real.
"Sure. You're on."
Forgotten, the lightest snowfall continued to drift through the night.
Suggested Nationality: OU (Sylvaranti, if anyone wants to be specific.)
Bending: N/A