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ALL ABOUT YOU
Name: Dragon.
Username: dragonoflife
Age: ...30. /cry
Email: dragonslj@livejournal.com
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ALL ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER
Name: Jecht
Game: FFX
Point in Canon: Long after Braska's defeat of Sin, but before Jecht-as-Sin comes up with the plan to attack Dream Zanarkand and haul Tidus out.
History/Background: I am so lazy.
Jecht is, at this point in time, both Braska's Final Aeon, and Sin. The latter is a moot point, since there are no pyreflies or Yu Yevon in Never Was to rebuild Sin around him; the former is locked as part of the Never Was no-summoning-nasties clause. (Someday a plot, y/n?)
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."
First-Person Sample:
[The feed snaps on, but it shows no one. Instead, it pans around the horizon, taking in the surroundings. Someone's using it as a video camera, more or less.]
Wouldja look at that. First new sight I've seen in years. I dunno what's goin' on, but I guess my journey's not over.
Or maybe this is the Farplane.
Naw.
[The image wobbles slightly as the figure behind it sets it down. A moment later, Jecht walks into view, not looking at the feed.]
Guess I start recording my new journey here and now. I don't know if you'll follow me here someday, any more than I know if you'll follow me into Spira. Maybe with me here, you can't any more. But, uh...
[Jecht rubs the back of his hand, then looks over his shoulder at the feed.]
Look, just don't cry when ya see it, okay? I know that's askin' too much, but c'mon, kid. If you got all the way here you better have toughened up just a little.
Third-Person Sample: "Come on!" Jecht shouted at absolutely nothing as he paced the streets of the town. "What kinda lousy city sticks me here, I can't go home, I can't get back, and there ain't even a place to blitz?"
Sheesh! Uh, not that he wanted to go back to Spira. It was kinda nice not bein', y'know, Sin. He'd agreed to become the Final Aeon, then Sin, to give the world some peace. Maybe if he was stuck here, Spira didn't have a Sin. Hey, if it was his lousy luck to keep getting stuck in places for the sake of others... there were worse ways to spend a life.
A chocobo peered curiously out from around a corner to see what the fuss was about. Jecht glanced at it, then softened, a little smile coming to his face. "Hey there, birdbrain," he said, reaching out to give it a gentle pat on the neck. "Haven't seen one'a you guys in forever either. No chocobo eaters to bother ya here, right?"
Rolling his shoulders, Jecht lifted a hand to the back of his neck. He could kinda use a chocobo eater right now. Something to get the rust off.