xx ;; i'll come back with the sugar shack smell in my hair
Player Information
Name: Jules
Age: 21
LiveJournal/E-Mail/AIM: scuttling/saving.toads.for.the.french[at]gmail[dot]com/scuttling across
Character Application
Name: Aerith Gainsborough
Series: Final Fantasy VII
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Canon: Wiki-Wiki-Wiki Wants You to Know! & The Complete Script & Youtube Play-Through! (If you have hours slkmdsa) & … &My favorite scene
Pulled In: Immediately after her death. (… insert immature elitism @ AC and …idk, Gackt, for good measure).
Cut Down: Something tells me that because the City is not the Planet (lol), there’s no lifestream and so Aerith will be automatically deprived of her dubious talents re: hearing voices, getting a little too buddy buddy with nature and old things. That said, I think it would be swell if she could retain a bit of her curative handy-dandy-ness, especially as I doubt she’d be so lucky to turn up fully equipped with the materia with which she sank. No invincibility or full cures, but some retained ability to fix ‘em up. … and to encourage the flowers to grow. … because she’s a flower girl. ):
Personality: Despite what 79% of fandom might like you to believe, Aerith’s not all sunshine, sugar, and sacrifice. It isn’t simple to pinpoint what she is, because she’s so determined to show a certain kind of face to the world.
Though branded with the distinctive, defining label of “somewhat mysterious”, though much of her plot revolves around her unique identity as the Last of the Cetra (I WILL FIND YOU~~~ Mohicans reference coff), and though she comes to die acting within that role and becomes rather iconic in that role, Aerith herself resisted it for most of her screen time. As she states outright in Crisis Core, she believes that the greatest happiness would be to be normal. (And after spending the first seven years of her life in a research facility because she was different, after her biological mother died freeing them from a prison imposed because they were different, after ShinRa never quite leaves her alone because she is different, it’s little wonder she tries so hard to deny it).
Therefore, Aerith acts like a normal girl. Don’t misunderstand - this isn’t an act imposed to reject her past, it is who she is. She’s optimistic, she’s generally nice, she’s got a quirky sense of humor, and she tends to bully boys and tease. She’s flirty, and she’s quite stubborn, quite set in her ways: once she’s decided to do something, Holy help the person who tries to get in her way. She’s going to Tifa’s Seventh Heaven, she’s going to make you wear a dress, she’s going to flirt with the boy in front of the girl who’s obviously in love with him, she’s going on your journey of self-discovery and bad guy whooping, you’d better believe she’s going to have fun in that damned amusement park, and yes, she’s going to stop the big bad meteor sent by the fellow in the S&M get-up
Dying wasn’t part of the program. As Tifa said, she looked to the future. But, hey, shit happens. (As luck would have it, er, the FFVII Ultimwhatever thing with the pictures of Key Items claims that when she gets really mad, she starts talking ghetto. Slum kid. Cuss-y. It’s actually near-impossible for me to imagine her cursing, but, dlskamda idk).
Aerith has a bad habit of lying to people, especially about things which concern her. In her words, to Cloud about Zack, he starts off as “someone she liked for a while, but nothing serious” and ends as “her first love”. (And Elmya kicks Cloud out of her house because of Aerith’s past relationship with Zack.) The Turks are after her because she could be a candidate for SOLDIER (LOLOL). She pushes away what could hurt her, denies it, and focuses on the positive, only rarely allowing moments of weakness and self-doubt to push through - and at those times, she isolates herself. In Costa del Sol (if she ain’t in your party), she wonders what it is to be an Ancient, what part of her is like an Ancient - but irregardless of what you make Cloud say, she shuts him out. In Cosmo Canyon, after learning about the Ancients, her conclusion remains with her even after Cloud’s attempt at comfort: she really is alone, really is different.
Despite her fears and uncertainties, Aerith does manage to accept the responsibility she perceives and the side of her she’d long repelled to go off (alone ): ) and do her best against King Haterade. Because, yes, she is a bit sugary sweet, and she does love the world, and she wants to protect Cloud from himself, and has that annoying moral do-gooder side where she’s just gotta try and save the world.
But don’t you try and sass her. Looking at you, Tseng. (Not that she comes up with the most mature, informed responses, you Jerk.)
Compartment: Platform 7, Train 2, Compartment 2
Sample Journal Post: hello? is this how this works? im not very good at com
[BUTTON ACCIDENTALLY HIT - sounds of keys clacking]
Oh, a microphone! Hello? Will one of you answer me? It’s rude to ignore a lost girl like this, and besides, this place is really creepy. Hello?
Even Midgar was better this, at least people there[AND HIT AGAIN, text input]
nd a towel would be nice
Sample RP Post:
The sky might have swallowed her entirely. She could remember a time when it terrified her, but now, thoughts drifted through her mind like the sugar spun clouds overhead and, eyes lost in the blue, her boot caught on something and, in short, Aerith tripped. She caught herself before it become embarrassing, but looked up, flushed in silent triumph, to catch Tifa’s bemused look.
Aerith smiled, straightened, and smiled wider.
“Do you remember,” a pause for inhale, for her eyes to become a little brighter, “that airship?”
If Tifa’s eyes, in turn, darkened to be reminded of a ShinRa production, then Aerith remained oblivious, her hands clasped now at the small of her back, her voice wistful: “Someday, I’ll be up there. Cloud promised he’d take me, so - so, we’ll all go! It’ll be great, okay?”
And she laughed, a girlish giggle, because the sun was bright and the breeze making music with the leaves, and someday, they would fly in a sky the color of his eyes. When she looked ahead, at the way his bizarre hair protruded, fighting for the highest point with the bulk of his sword, it was inevitable the way she remembered the guy who’d first carried they sky in his eyes.
The smile she wore so easily became thinner, stranger, and her gaze turned speculative. When had she begun to see him again in Cloud, to seek him in every gesture and turn of phrase? (When the wood cracked overhead and the world came down).
Or, more importantly, when had it become more important to look past the him, to find and hold that which was Cloud?
“Tifa,” she said, her mind still in the sky and promises, “About Cloud…”
“I think… we should buy him a comb.”