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Name: Jecht
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Timeline Summary: Jecht is taken from just before the beginning of Final Fantasy X. He has been stuck as Sin for a while, but hasn't ripped Tidus out of Dream Zanarkand.
Are you importing your character from another game? No.
Background: A wiki has a thing to say.
Personality: On the outside, Jecht is arrogant almost to the point of being a jerk. Years of blitzball stardom have clearly gone to his head, and he never ceases to remind anyone (his son included) that no one can match his performance at the game or the skills he has to win. This isn't unjustified -- he DID create his own (entirely overpowered) shot, and he knew how to work a crowd, as evinced by his skillful marketing of said shot as "Mark III" to lure crowds in to see a nonexistent Mark I or II. Accustomed to fame and glory, he seems to expect parades and celebrations for his deeds. Despite all this going for him, though, his career had started going downhill thanks to his problem drinking; he was saved from shame or retirement only by being kidnapped by Sin.
Despite his ego, Jecht has a lot of positive qualities: he's generally a helpful, decent man in action. During the course of Braska's pilgrimage, he often dragged the Summoner and Auron into helping out in various situations by insisting it was the "right thing to do". Along the way he took numerous videos (spheres) of the trip, intending to show his wife and son them when he got back to Zanarkand; when he realizes that he never will, he continues to do so, leaving them in the hopes that someday his son will see them. At the end of the journey, his desire to help the world, coupled with the knowledge that he can never go home again, lead him to essentially sacrifice himself, becoming Braska's Final Aeon so Spira can know a few precious years of peace.
That problem drinking that had spoiled his life and was infamous enough that even the people in Spira who knew him picked up on it? He quit cold-turkey after one idiotic mistake which caused his friend Braska hardship; he'd realized he was shaming not only Braska, but his wife and son as well. From that day onward he never touched a bottle again.
All bets are off when it comes to his son, though. Jecht is, quite frankly, a terrible parent. Somewhere along the line he got the impression that the right way to raise a child is to belittle that child so he decides to toughen up and prove Jecht wrong. Jecht routinely berates and abuses Tidus, telling him he's a crybaby and will never be anywhere near as good at anything as Jecht is. He... means well, but it's still pretty horrible. Jecht believes in his son, though; he honestly expects the best out of Tidus. He just can't express any of these sentiments. The closest he can come is telling Tidus, in a sphere, "You're my son" -- which means a lot from Jecht, given how he sees himself, but then he immediately gives up on saying any more with a muttered, "I'm no good at these things."
Powers, Skills, and Abilities: Jecht is capable of holding his breath underwater for a length of time verging on the insane. This is inexplicably common in the X-verse, and is in keeping with Jecht's skill as a Blitzball player. Jecht is superlative at the sport, even in middle-age.
Jecht is skilled with fighting in a furious rush of fists, feet, and sword. He has incredible natural talent due to the physical conditioning that makes him such a good blitzer, and his time spent with Auron and Braska on the pilgramage gave him ample opportunity to hone his skills and abilities as a fighter. (This is Dissidia-based, admittedly, but Jecht is never observed fighting in FFX canon.)
Jecht is also Braska's Final Aeon, and also the core of Sin, around which the beast would be reconstructed, but since neither Yu Yevon nor pyreflies exist off of Spira to make either of those things possible, this is a nonissue in terms of actual abilities.
Samples
First Person: (Voice)
[Jecht isn't reaaaally paying attention as he pokes at the communicator he's just been given.]
-end message? Send message ta who? Wish they'd given me an instruction manu -- now sendin'?!
Heh.
Okay. Uh, whoever I just accidentally said 'hi' to, hey there. Name's Jecht, maybe you've heard of me, maybe ya haven't. [Last time he'd ended up in a completely different world he'd got tossed in jail, but he isn't exactly reeking of booze this time.] So...
[Um.]
I don't see the Blitzball stadium from here. Don't suppose ya could point me to it? I'm good once I get there.
Third Person:
No Blitzball! It'd been bad enough getting yanked to Spira, but at least Spira had Blitzball like a good civilized, uh, world ought to! Not that he'd played Blitzball there at all, but he could've if he'd wanted to. Hell, he only hadn't wanted to 'cuz Braska and Auron had recruited him to be the dog to their pony show.
Now? Here? No one needed a guardian, or even a tough guy. Problem was, no one needed even the best Bliztball player that ever was or would be. That didn't leave Jecht a lot of options.
No use pretending otherwise, though -- he needed some way to bring the money in. Not that... he had a family to support any more...
Jecht thunked the heel of his hand against his head. Don't go down THAT route. Besides... besides, what was he thinking? He dug into the pocket of his shorts for his communicator, then held it up and flipped it on to record as he pointed it at the city.
"Not sure why I'm doin' this... no way you'll follow me this far. This ain't like Spira. Dunno how I got here. Pretty sure there's no way back there, just like there was no way back home from there. But -- never mind."
He continued to turn, narrating for the video as he did. "This place's called Aliunde. Don't ask me how it's spelled, I don't know. I woke up here without a thing except my clothin' and this gadget. Supposedly they might give me my sword and my ball back if I'm good or somethin'. Can ya believe they thought a blitzball was a weapon?" Jecht chuckled as he moved on, continuing to record the sights.
Recording a log of his travels, the same as spheres he'd left behind on Spira waited to tell the story. This time he wouldn't start out believing he'd take these videos home to show his wife and kid, though. Maybe they'd be just a little less embarrassing.