App Post
Character: Ion
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Character Age: 14
Canon: For over 2000 years, life on Auldrant has revolved around the Score: a complete record of the planet's memory, past and future, covering everything down to the life details of each individual. Those born with the power to read this record are called Scorers, and the Order of Lorelei, Auldrant's major religious sect, was formed to ensure that history unfolds in accordance with its contents... at any cost.
Naturally, there are people who realize this degree of commitment may be a bit out of hand. One of them is Fon Master Ion, the Order of Lorelei's leader, who despite the dubious power of his figurehead status strives to move the Order toward a more open-ended view of the Score. An earnest diplomat, he negotiates with everyone from emperors to wild animals in order to maintain peace and happiness. And although he's frail and weak in health, he's more than willing to take risks and make sacrifices when others need it.
Kind, polite, optimistic, and gently firm in his words, Ion has the naive and trusting nature of a good little Jesus type. Nevertheless, he's actually an extremely perceptive judge of character -- one who happens to be good at seeing the value in everyone, last but not least including himself.
Sample Post:
Citizens of Camphuc-Yudye! May I have your attention, please? I am Ion, Fon Master of the Order of Lorelei, and I've come to have a word with your Director. When I ordered the ban on public readings of the Score, I put my trust in local authorities to uphold it in a fair and ethical manner. Yet I've heard talk of what goes on here... "Try to score in that place, and you'll be small and fuzzy before you know what hit you" is how it was put, I believe. Is that really as it sounds -- disobedient Scorers are somehow being turned into animals? I can't allow such cruelty! And as the one who issued the ban, I'm partly at fault, so I must do everything I can to see an end to this method of punishment.
In addition to that, another very important matter has come to my attention since I arrived here. If you'll allow me just a moment of your time before I meet with the Director, I'd like to address this matter to those of you who identify as "zombies."
You see, as I was arriving, I saw a group of you retrieve a pair of underwear from that tree over there and feed it to Marcy in the lake. At first I was a little startled, as I'm not used to seeing people remove their arms so casually like that, but I was most impressed with the way you had the arms grasp each other to form a pole that reached the branches. That was quite clever, not to mention an amazing display of teamwork! And it's certainly something neither I nor anyone else with firmly attached limbs is capable of doing.
This brings me to my concern. Why, when I alerted you to my presence, did you drop the attention you'd been giving your own arms and begin grabbing at mine? Even more troubling to me is your constant pleading for my brains, as though you're unsatisfied with the ones you have already. Zombie citizens, I urge you to ask yourselves these questions:
Haven't you all demonstrated that you can do great things with your own arms and brains? Can those same arms and brains continue to accomplish such great things if they're always grasping and wishing for someone else's instead? I do hope the answers you find will make you proud of the qualities that only you, as zombies, possess.
Look -- Marcy is waving a tentacle in encouragement! Why don't you make that arm pole again, and see if you can reach even higher? I think Marcy's eying the pink and orange pair on the top branch this time.
VOTAN 94.2% oooomg
Series: Tales of the Abyss
Character Age: 14
Canon: For over 2000 years, life on Auldrant has revolved around the Score: a complete record of the planet's memory, past and future, covering everything down to the life details of each individual. Those born with the power to read this record are called Scorers, and the Order of Lorelei, Auldrant's major religious sect, was formed to ensure that history unfolds in accordance with its contents... at any cost.
Naturally, there are people who realize this degree of commitment may be a bit out of hand. One of them is Fon Master Ion, the Order of Lorelei's leader, who despite the dubious power of his figurehead status strives to move the Order toward a more open-ended view of the Score. An earnest diplomat, he negotiates with everyone from emperors to wild animals in order to maintain peace and happiness. And although he's frail and weak in health, he's more than willing to take risks and make sacrifices when others need it.
Kind, polite, optimistic, and gently firm in his words, Ion has the naive and trusting nature of a good little Jesus type. Nevertheless, he's actually an extremely perceptive judge of character -- one who happens to be good at seeing the value in everyone, last but not least including himself.
Sample Post:
Citizens of Camphuc-Yudye! May I have your attention, please? I am Ion, Fon Master of the Order of Lorelei, and I've come to have a word with your Director. When I ordered the ban on public readings of the Score, I put my trust in local authorities to uphold it in a fair and ethical manner. Yet I've heard talk of what goes on here... "Try to score in that place, and you'll be small and fuzzy before you know what hit you" is how it was put, I believe. Is that really as it sounds -- disobedient Scorers are somehow being turned into animals? I can't allow such cruelty! And as the one who issued the ban, I'm partly at fault, so I must do everything I can to see an end to this method of punishment.
In addition to that, another very important matter has come to my attention since I arrived here. If you'll allow me just a moment of your time before I meet with the Director, I'd like to address this matter to those of you who identify as "zombies."
You see, as I was arriving, I saw a group of you retrieve a pair of underwear from that tree over there and feed it to Marcy in the lake. At first I was a little startled, as I'm not used to seeing people remove their arms so casually like that, but I was most impressed with the way you had the arms grasp each other to form a pole that reached the branches. That was quite clever, not to mention an amazing display of teamwork! And it's certainly something neither I nor anyone else with firmly attached limbs is capable of doing.
This brings me to my concern. Why, when I alerted you to my presence, did you drop the attention you'd been giving your own arms and begin grabbing at mine? Even more troubling to me is your constant pleading for my brains, as though you're unsatisfied with the ones you have already. Zombie citizens, I urge you to ask yourselves these questions:
Haven't you all demonstrated that you can do great things with your own arms and brains? Can those same arms and brains continue to accomplish such great things if they're always grasping and wishing for someone else's instead? I do hope the answers you find will make you proud of the qualities that only you, as zombies, possess.
Look -- Marcy is waving a tentacle in encouragement! Why don't you make that arm pole again, and see if you can reach even higher? I think Marcy's eying the pink and orange pair on the top branch this time.
VOTAN 94.2% oooomg