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PLAYER INFORMATION

Name: Aki
Journal:

ginbean
Contact information: Corediving [AIM]
Other characters:
Yuri Lowell
Britannia
Vanezio Lykastis
Yosuke Hanamura

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Name: Naesala
Age: Unknown. Though he appears to be in his early to mid twenties, Laguz are known to have lives that far outreach humans. As he was the childhood friend of the Herons' royal family, most notably Reyson and Leanne and seemed to be older than them at the time, he may very well be 80, 90, even 100 years old.
Subject taught: Pranking 101
Canon: CANON
Canon point: Post-game.

Personality:

The first thing to understanding Naesala is the realization of the fact that he was a ruler who was never intended to become king. The fact that he did so at the cost of losing most of his family to a curse, however, left a profound mark on his soul, transforming him from a kind and energetic child into a reserved and manipulative man. Driven by the fear of that curse and it's potential activation at any time drove him to all kinds of desperations in order to protect his people from it. This included betraying his friends, murdering his kinsmen and selling his people out as mercenaries in order to keep their kingdom afloat economically. All of this he did while keeping the knowledge of that curse to himself, never burdening anyone else with it's terror or the rapidly rising amount of blood on his hands.

It was these actions that led to a conflict within himself, between that of his own desires and the king within him that refused to not give his everything for his country. A personal battle that was often reflected in his actions of desperately trying to drive away his companions to keep them safe, while also maintaining a connection in order to use them if necessary. Though the curse was eventually removed through his own actions and some of that horror healed by the love of Princess Leanne of the Herons, the damage to his innocence and naiveity remained, and likely always will. Because of that, he will always be reserved and manipulative, seeing potential danger in every shadow. He will also always be incredibly devoted and protective of the ones he loves, even if that means sacrificing his own dignity and pride to keep them safe.

As a man, Naesala is worthless. He is greedy, dishonorable and untrustworthy. He acts without regard for seemingly anyone else but himself and turns on the hand that feeds him as soon as another becomes available. Above all else, he is annoying. His manner is cocky and arrogant and it is almost as if he lives to pick fun at another person's expense. When he isn't scheming to get a reaction from you, he's laughing because he already has. His companions and friends fare little better, even though he treasures them.

As a king, Naesala is everything. He sacrifices his honor, dignity and relations for the sake of his people and his nation. There is no low he won't stoop to if it means his people will fare better for it. He will, and has, murdered the innocent, stolen from the poor and betrayed the trusting for the betterment of his country. What is dangerous however is that when he is a king, he destroys himself as a man. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately,) because he no longer holds this role, trying to find the good in him has become a lot more difficult lately. While there is no mistake that it exists, most people will never realize that because he is too busy covering it up with smiles and lies.

Weapon:

Name: Kilvas

Form: A dagger. Form changes to a double-sided sword with a chain.

Upgrades:
Agility: How fast a Player can move and react. Higher Agility boosts act as a haste or speed+ effect, as though the world surrounding the Player has slowed down.
Offense: The stat used for attacks, a weapon with a high offense stat can deal more raw damage. Attacks from an offensive weapon are therefore more painful.
Windstorm: A burst of wind shoots out from the wielding Player, making it difficult for the opponent to land any melee or physical ranged hits for a minute. Any successful attacks by the wielding Player causes the opponent to succumb to the wind and get blown back.
Tear: If both agility and offense are activated, the weapon can strike one blow at x3 its normal damage. Has a 2 minute recharge.
Form Change: The weapon changes its form to another shape. Counts as a separate ability for each form, and each form must be unlocked separately. (The symbol that appears on the upgrade ring for Form Change varies from weapon to weapon.)

Lost memories:

That the blood pact is gone.
Which senator created the blood pact.
The names of the Heron royal family.
Where Kilvas is located.
How to resist shiny things.
How to light a candle.
How to button things.
Which leader belongs to which nation in Tellius.
That walking won't kill him.
How to shift forms. [ permanently locked ]

Sample:

Too. Damn. Tight!

Naesala shot up in bed with a curse and a rigid jaw from soundless screams. His wings, rigid with anxiety, had flared as far as this tiny, cramped room would allow and sent a lamp flying through the air to shatter into a million pieces against a wall. His bedsheet which had been lain haphazardly over his body was now tangled in the extended apparitions, forcing Naesala to calm himself enough to unravel the mess. Not that it was easy, not from that dream no.

He'd dreamt of Lekain and a metal cage that wove itself into existence around his body, shrinking slowly as his people fell one by one in horrible, gruesome deaths. Of strong, scarred and calloused hands closing around his throat and choking him as apathetic emerald eyes gazed on dispassionately. All this while a gentle face, one he held so dear in his heart, turned away from him before he expelled his last breath and fell into darkness.

It was a hellish nightmare, one with enough real circumstance to have made it possible. As Naesala slid the last expanse of the white cloth from his wings, he slowly retracted them and glanced dully at his room. Nothing but metal and strange, foreign technology. This was no place for anyone to exist peaceably, though others seemed to make light of their circumstance. How like the human race to be so at ease, surrounded by a metal prison.

Naesala would never say as much aloud, but he longed for the fresh ocean breezes and ragged mountain tops of Kilvas. Even after his abdication, as an ambassador he had always been able to stop by his homeland once in a while, if only for a brief amount of time. Such visits had always been nothing short of perfect for the former king. For a moment, to soothe his uneasiness caused by the nightmare, he allowed himself that fantasy. Of returning home and being greeted by people who still loved him despite what he had done. Of smiling faces, laughter and flowers being dropped into his hair as his kin told them of their daily life. What food was in season, who had just mated, the recent antics of their young...

But that life was no longer a possibility, simply a form of entertainment on better nights. Nights where he didn't dream about that dead dastard Lekain. Honestly, just thinking about the human was enough to literally ruffle Naesala's feathers until his wings looked as fat as the deceased senator himself. It was a train of thought that he'd rather avoid entirely, even if thinking of him did fuel another favorite daydream of his. He would never forget the day when they faced off against Lekain at long last within the tower. Especially when you considered his expression as he died an agonizing death.

No, that particular memory would always be remembered fondly.

Realizing he bore a particularly vicious smirk upon his lips, Naesala rubbed his nose thoughtfully. Such an expression wasn't something he wanted just anyone to see, it would ruin his wonderful reputation for certain. Running his fingers raggedly through his hair, he finally set his blanket aside and stood, seeking his clothes in the darkness with a practiced sigh of exasperation. Perhaps he would see who else was troubled in their sleep tonight, enough to be up and about as he was. Surely teasing these malformed and misshapen creatures would put him in a better mood.