{OOC} Application #2
Edited (read:new) application under the cut.
[nick / name]: Nil
[personal LJ name]: nil_nova
[other characters currently played]: None currently.
[e-mail]: liljuunanadroid@yahoo.com
[AIM / messenger]: Big Gay Angeal
[series]: Final Fantasy VII Compilation
[character]: Zack Fair
[character history / background]: Final Fantasy wiki page.
[character abilities]: Zack is fairly skilled in using materia, his world's method of magic casting, but excels mostly in melee fighting - both hand-to-hand as well as broadsword. Being in Shinra's SOLDIER program, he has been genetically enhanced/altered and therefore has heightened speed, strength, and senses. His eyes glow as a side effect of this.
[character personality]:Zack is the embodiment of sunny disposition, or at least he tries to be. For all that death and killing is par for the course as a SOLDIER, he does his best to remain positive and think of the people he might be helping, rather than those he might be hurting. His only dream was to be a hero, while alive, and this is apparent in his actions and all times. He does have a tendency to be petulant and lose his temper when goaded, but to the average stranger he is eager to help them in any way possible. This leads to him being a terrible pushover, especially when it comes to crying little girls or coy girlfriends that think that, while the flower cart is nice... she wants a nicer one.
Despite the extreme ideals he aspires to, however, in the later years of his life he’s gotten to be fairly shrewd. He is completely aware of how simple he seems to others, and empathizes with people because of his objective view on life (when not thinking about his own problems, of course). If all else fails, he admits he's simplistic in his ideals. Many of the obstacles that make him doubt himself, after all, are outside forces with near-impossible odds - and he realizes this. This doesn’t keep himself for being very critical of his failures. Failure is his biggest fear, even on the smallest scale, so if he realizes he’s misjudged a situation he works doubletime to make up for it.
That being said, Zack is obnoxious, clingy, and prone to rough-housing. He is also a terrible flirt - until someone flirts back and he babbles like a confused gaping fish. Laid back about everything that isn’t work - work for him, that is, not specifically the way he earns money - he isn't afraid to cry or show emotion in front of others, because honesty is the best policy, in his opinion. Usually.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Immediately post-death.
[journal post]: Not quite what I was expecting heaven to look like, but... either way, I have a top-priority question that needs asking:
OI, ANGEAL. WHERE ARE MY WINGS? DON'T STIFF ME NOW, MAN. I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THOSE.
And if I see you walking around and not flying just because it causes "wear, tear, and rust", I'm going to be disappointed. Seriously.
[third person / log sample]: He could feel the sun, unbearably hot, at the back of his neck. It was a niggling little complaint haunting the back of his mind as he waddled along in an army crouch, one hand trailing against the sandstone marking the bend in the path. 'There's no one to bitch to out here, Zack. Ignore it. Ignore how incredibly unfair it is for you to be stuck in a black uniform in the middle of a desert. Focus. Mission. Right.'
This wasn't like any normal mission. He, being the reckless one, was usually sent on something akin to "search and destroy", rather than sneaking about like this. His boots crunched heavily with each step along the pebbled sand, and his teeth ground right along with them. He couldn't give himself away. He couldn't screw up... again. People always say that the third time's a charm, right? Zack hoped desperately that it would ring true here, in the selectively superstitious corner of his mind. Twice already had the 2nds laughed their asses off at his expense, and as much as he'd only half-jokingly threatened to tear them a new one, going "niener niener niener" was so much more satisfying. Even Sephiroth found those antics to be nigh hilarious - well, for Sephiroth, anyway - and that was definitely saying some--
"...Wuwuhu?"
He froze, gloved hand tightening its hold against the rock face. The target was close. It had to be. A sudden turn to the right was just before him, and he happened to be on the right side of the path as well. Sand clots tossed about a few feet in front of him, but he couldn't catch sight of the target yet - not without it catching sight of him when he wasn't ready to spring. He settled down on his heels, wiping gloved palms absently on his knees though it did nothing for the sweat or the heat, and prepared himself for the strike. As soon as he saw a flash of green on the bend... He had to pull this off. His honor as a SOLDIER, as a 1st depended on it. (Of course, that was the policy for every mission, no matter how mundane, but it always made him feel better for it when the day was done.)
A second, a second, a second, a minute? He wasn't sure how long it took, glowing eyes like the blue desert sky above him staying riveted on that bend, waiting for the instant the monster would show itself.
And then it did, a brief pause in the movement of before, an eternally shocked expression that reminded Zack of that ":o" emoticon some of the other SOLDIERS put in their emails, and three spiky orange prongs on top of a skinny green head.
SOLDIER stared at Cactaur, each daring the other to move, before the moment was broken and the young man leaped forward.
"Gotcha Now!"
But what poor Zack hadn't realized was that Cactaur had paused simply to prepare its infamous 1,000 Needles attack, which he met, almost quite literally, head-on. A few exclamatories and utterly embarrassing wriggles in the sand later, the only thing in the forefront of his mind was:
It was gone. Burrowed away into the sand again.
No longer caring about getting dirty, he dropped his head back to the ground, ignoring the stick of cactus needles everywhere, and thought, simply, almost hysterically, 'An effing pet cactus is just not worth this much effort.'
[nick / name]: Nil
[personal LJ name]: nil_nova
[other characters currently played]: None currently.
[e-mail]: liljuunanadroid@yahoo.com
[AIM / messenger]: Big Gay Angeal
[series]: Final Fantasy VII Compilation
[character]: Zack Fair
[character history / background]: Final Fantasy wiki page.
[character abilities]: Zack is fairly skilled in using materia, his world's method of magic casting, but excels mostly in melee fighting - both hand-to-hand as well as broadsword. Being in Shinra's SOLDIER program, he has been genetically enhanced/altered and therefore has heightened speed, strength, and senses. His eyes glow as a side effect of this.
[character personality]:Zack is the embodiment of sunny disposition, or at least he tries to be. For all that death and killing is par for the course as a SOLDIER, he does his best to remain positive and think of the people he might be helping, rather than those he might be hurting. His only dream was to be a hero, while alive, and this is apparent in his actions and all times. He does have a tendency to be petulant and lose his temper when goaded, but to the average stranger he is eager to help them in any way possible. This leads to him being a terrible pushover, especially when it comes to crying little girls or coy girlfriends that think that, while the flower cart is nice... she wants a nicer one.
Despite the extreme ideals he aspires to, however, in the later years of his life he’s gotten to be fairly shrewd. He is completely aware of how simple he seems to others, and empathizes with people because of his objective view on life (when not thinking about his own problems, of course). If all else fails, he admits he's simplistic in his ideals. Many of the obstacles that make him doubt himself, after all, are outside forces with near-impossible odds - and he realizes this. This doesn’t keep himself for being very critical of his failures. Failure is his biggest fear, even on the smallest scale, so if he realizes he’s misjudged a situation he works doubletime to make up for it.
That being said, Zack is obnoxious, clingy, and prone to rough-housing. He is also a terrible flirt - until someone flirts back and he babbles like a confused gaping fish. Laid back about everything that isn’t work - work for him, that is, not specifically the way he earns money - he isn't afraid to cry or show emotion in front of others, because honesty is the best policy, in his opinion. Usually.
[point in timeline you're picking your character from]: Immediately post-death.
[journal post]: Not quite what I was expecting heaven to look like, but... either way, I have a top-priority question that needs asking:
OI, ANGEAL. WHERE ARE MY WINGS? DON'T STIFF ME NOW, MAN. I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO THOSE.
And if I see you walking around and not flying just because it causes "wear, tear, and rust", I'm going to be disappointed. Seriously.
[third person / log sample]: He could feel the sun, unbearably hot, at the back of his neck. It was a niggling little complaint haunting the back of his mind as he waddled along in an army crouch, one hand trailing against the sandstone marking the bend in the path. 'There's no one to bitch to out here, Zack. Ignore it. Ignore how incredibly unfair it is for you to be stuck in a black uniform in the middle of a desert. Focus. Mission. Right.'
This wasn't like any normal mission. He, being the reckless one, was usually sent on something akin to "search and destroy", rather than sneaking about like this. His boots crunched heavily with each step along the pebbled sand, and his teeth ground right along with them. He couldn't give himself away. He couldn't screw up... again. People always say that the third time's a charm, right? Zack hoped desperately that it would ring true here, in the selectively superstitious corner of his mind. Twice already had the 2nds laughed their asses off at his expense, and as much as he'd only half-jokingly threatened to tear them a new one, going "niener niener niener" was so much more satisfying. Even Sephiroth found those antics to be nigh hilarious - well, for Sephiroth, anyway - and that was definitely saying some--
"...Wuwuhu?"
He froze, gloved hand tightening its hold against the rock face. The target was close. It had to be. A sudden turn to the right was just before him, and he happened to be on the right side of the path as well. Sand clots tossed about a few feet in front of him, but he couldn't catch sight of the target yet - not without it catching sight of him when he wasn't ready to spring. He settled down on his heels, wiping gloved palms absently on his knees though it did nothing for the sweat or the heat, and prepared himself for the strike. As soon as he saw a flash of green on the bend... He had to pull this off. His honor as a SOLDIER, as a 1st depended on it. (Of course, that was the policy for every mission, no matter how mundane, but it always made him feel better for it when the day was done.)
A second, a second, a second, a minute? He wasn't sure how long it took, glowing eyes like the blue desert sky above him staying riveted on that bend, waiting for the instant the monster would show itself.
And then it did, a brief pause in the movement of before, an eternally shocked expression that reminded Zack of that ":o" emoticon some of the other SOLDIERS put in their emails, and three spiky orange prongs on top of a skinny green head.
SOLDIER stared at Cactaur, each daring the other to move, before the moment was broken and the young man leaped forward.
"Gotcha Now!"
But what poor Zack hadn't realized was that Cactaur had paused simply to prepare its infamous 1,000 Needles attack, which he met, almost quite literally, head-on. A few exclamatories and utterly embarrassing wriggles in the sand later, the only thing in the forefront of his mind was:
It was gone. Burrowed away into the sand again.
No longer caring about getting dirty, he dropped his head back to the ground, ignoring the stick of cactus needles everywhere, and thought, simply, almost hysterically, 'An effing pet cactus is just not worth this much effort.'