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Character info
Series/Fandom: Final Fantasy IX & Dissidia
Character's Name: Kuja
Character's Sex: Male (QUESTIONMARKS??)
Character's Age: 24
Canon point: Post-Assumed Death. Nobody knows for certain if he died or not.
Abilities:
Kuja is certainly not dressed for hand to hand combat and prefers not to rely on such barbaric ways of dealing with measly pests. His manner of eradicating his opponents lies purely on his enhanced magical abilities as a deadly mage. All of the strongest magical abilities are at his disposal to use (Curaga, Sleep...aga?) and are heavily amplified when n Trance. The two common spells he tends to use in combat is Thundaga and Demi. Yet two of his most popular and deadliest abilities is Flare Star and Ultima. Kuja also possess telekinesis powers which allows him to float off ground, teleport, fly, and move things at will whether they be smaller objects (6:03 - "I'll be taking that~") or larger ones. He's been known to teleport an entire party from safety as seen at the end of the game.
Flare Star is a non-elemental ability that even ignores reflect. This spell also does a substantial amount of damage though not as powerful as Ultima. The spell is only used when he is cornered but is frequently used during his Trance mode. He can do some lethal damage here when used often enough. The spell acts in a way where you are engulfed in flames only to have it burst outward.
Ultima is a non-elemental magic attack that does massive amount of environmental damage and basically wrecks havoc. This ability can only be used when he is in Trance form. It is his most noteworthy move and considered a final move capable of doing severe amounts of destruction when used. With a name like Ultima, it's really not a spell you want to stick around for when he's having a tantrum about. The spell itself is just a consumption of raw energy either channeled and thrown at its opponent.
Background:
❝ Worshiping my existence, I see. ❞
Appearance:
❝ All you need but do is ask. ❞
He hides his tail because he is ashamed of it or it is his own way of trying to appear 'normal'. We only really see it fully when he is in Trance mode.
Personality:
If a Shakespearean verse could take on a human form, Kuja would be the embodiment of it right to the very core. As a living and breathing form of a purple prose, one would never expect this elegantly dressed male to herald the demise of all life forms-an angel of death. One doesn't immediately assume a man who acts and speaks in a manner that is of high-ranking and overly theatrical be anything more than what he presents. Certainly not a Genome created with the purpose and function to bring about the end to a planet so that another may live. No, of course not. But looks are certainly deceiving here and this male is cunning in covering his tracks. This is no ordinary weapon’s supplier or a man trying to make an honest means of living. He is known for weaving ways to set the world aflame through use of tactics, ploys, and even instigating war.
He is spoiled and selfish surrounding himself and desiring only the best. The best food, the best housing, and yes even the best clothes. Just like any man with a substantial amount of wealth and income, he lives his life desiring only the finer things in life and willing to do whatever it takes to achieve them. On a social level, Kuja can easily pass for either an aristocrat or nobleman. His lifestyle states this with his eloquent desert palace and regular visits to the auction house in Treno (to the point where the auctioneers regard him highly. it also helps that he owns it). His passion for the arts and theater shows in his manner of speaking, often narrating and playing out the roles of the characters he enjoys so much in his favorite play "I Want To Be Your Canary". While an eccentric quirk, it is not without its insightful words of wisdom through monologue. Yet more often than not, they are filled with venomous connotations and beliefs of the world around him.
He sees and believes himself to be superior to any known being in this universe and doesn't hesitate to say so, even if you don’t ask. His throne is the top of the world while the rest of are nothing more than his subordinates, easily crushed beneath his boot like the cretins they are. It is this same superiority that lead to him making the decision that the world couldn’t exist without him if he was fated to die a mortal death. Why should the world exist without him? That wouldn’t be fair. If he goes, then we all go. That’s just the way it works when it comes to Kuja, if it isn’t fair then he’ll even the odds and bend the rules because he calls the shots, makes the decisions, and the world only spins because of his existence. Human emotion is a terrible ailment, one of which he could not be bothered about in the least. Unsympathetic to the woes of others, the only thing that matters to him is what he wants, his needs, and his crave for power. The rest are simply wasting their time.
The most visible sign of his narcissism is his appearance alone. He can wear what others cannot. He has a body and flaunts what he's got. His angular and striking features are remarkably beautiful, and because he knows this, he amplifies it with makeup so that others take notice. His silver hair is immaculate and very well tended to. The crown of his hair strangely resembles that of a peacock. And what are peacocks but visual creatures, fluffing out their feathers when they wish to show off. He takes notice in the beauty other others and appreciates it in all forms. From his palace right down to his company (like the sweet angel who is so beautiful when she sleeps), he drowns and surrounds himself in what he deems beautiful, much like himself. As for the rest of the world, they could take a page from his book in acquiring better tastes, he believes. He has no shame in calling them as he sees fit. The elephant lady known as Brahne and the company Zidane keeps has had their fair share of insults whether in regards to their appearance or lack of brains (idiots, all of them). Always quick to judge and address by their physical appearance and intelligence (or lack thereof).
Yes, this is a case where looks are deceiving, but it would be wise to not let it fool you when it comes to Kuja. A power-hungry Genome who is tremendously wicked, bitter of the existence of others, and selfish about his wants and desires. All of it said and done through painted words and theatrics, Kuja is not your ordinary villain. Like his appearance, he strives to be different and seen. But not all is lost as it seems he may have learned a thing or two towards the end. After saving Zidane and his friends by using the lost of his powers, his apology seemed almost genuine. His intentions are unknown but one can only suspect that deep down behind vain and egotistical demeanor lies a side not many get to see. Maybe there is more to this Genome than what we're able to see. For now, we're left with only this. He wants to be above the rest. He wants it all. He deserves it all. It belongs to him. Why you ask? Because he’s Kuja-that’s why.
Samples
Action/Journal Sample:
- discedo threading/cr can be seen here
- discedo journal entry. see it in action here.
[ OFF NETWORK | {Locked} ]
The humans here all posses a multitude of interesting abilities and powers. I had no idea that there were more ways a person could dominate the species by this means. What type of power creates a monster out of the innocent? It is an amazing capability, I give them that. I'd even be lying to myself if I said I did not want it for myself. However, I cannot see it being of any use to me, but it is a reminder that not even I can be safe from this.
I must remove this chip. If I don't, I'll find myself meeting yet another end far too early in this scene. I wouldn't want to miss the next act these Scientists have in store for us. Still, I wonder if there is even a way to convince someone to do it? Removal seems complicated, but not impossible. I think I've hidden low long enough. Aside from the little child I have acquired, I am sure there is something of far grander value here that I am missing. But where? I'll need to look harder.
They say if you provoke a sleeping dragon often enough, he's likely to bite soon enough.
[/End]
[ ON NETWORK | {PUBLIC VIDEO} ]
Have you missed me?
You needn't worry about me. Unlike the majority of you, I remain alive and quite safe. I've grown quite accustomed to this place. I've seen and heard of all the tragedies that have befallen each and single one of you. Truly, it's sad that each one seems to be as naive as the next.
[He lifts his arms skyward, appearing quite animated with his hands as he continues to speak.]
Discedo, why do you suffer? Shall I play a requiem to soothe your troubles? It seems no matter what point in time you've arrived you're all remain quite blind. She lost her way, was consumed by fear, and yet in the very end she perished without a tear. Your grieving will simply have to come to an end, accept the fate of your naive friend. I believe the saying of survival of the fittest plays well in a place such as this. A place where the extraordinary and even the impossible can all happen here. If you were not wary of your surroundings before, you should be now. Do not be foolish enough to approach death when it knocks so very closely at your door.
But... do you fear it?
Do you fear the very essence of what it may bring? In this enigma of a city, it may even be the answer to all your problems. I think I have said this before, have I not? Heed my words, inhabitants of Discedo...
[/End Transmission]
[ON NETWORK | {PUBLIC TEXT}]
I have but one minor request. Which one of you are capable enough to remove a chip? You will be compensated for your troubles, I assure you.
RP Sample:
How strange, he thought. I had pictured the end looking a little more different than this.
It was the first thought that came to mind when his body materialized into this world. This ... town with crafted by architects who apparently had a sense of humor regarding the designs. No, he wasn’t the least bit pleased to be here. It wasn’t supposed to be this way at all. Unless of course he had somehow proved Garland wrong? It was almost laughable. To think that after all that time, immortality was truly possible after all. Garland was a fool he thought to himself, a wicked smirk forming on his lips as he stood and studied his surroundings thoroughly.
Kuja turned slowly on the heel of his boot and began to slowly walk down the curved path that led to another section of the city, letting his memories take over while ignoring the random looks by the townsfolk that inhabited this quaint little town. His last fleeting memories felt almost like a dream, his attempt to redeem himself did not come without payment, one of which he barely remembered. A frown tugged at the corner of his lips as he tried heavily to think back on his last moments. The Iifa tree. He was weak, he couldn’t move, and the last of his power was used as his final act of redemption by teleporting them to safety.
Oh. And of course He was there.
That stilled puzzled him. After everything he did and all the lives he took, Zidane still felt the need to rescue him. It was the most puzzling thing he had ever witnessed, a true sign that Zidane was more than just a genome. He had possessed something that he would never achieve: emotion. He would never understand the reason behind his return. And that voice, the one of reason he heard shortly before the world went dark. He had taught the other genomes that they were more than mindless vessels? To think that his action was a lesson for them all. All it took was trying to destroy their world to give them reason to live on. Touching in a sad sort of way. More importantly, why did he even care? Did he care? He shook his head lightly to rid himself of the thought.
And what did he learn from the experience? That was hard to say. He knew that his behavior was indeed an act of blind rage, something he realized when it was far too late, but was it really his fault? He was only doing what any being that learned of their mortality would do. There was no wrong in being upset, everyone is prone to anger every now and then, even if his way of releasing it was a little more ... lethal. Sadly, the memory to that meeting seemed to end there. Something had happened. Something took place right after the branch fell over them both. Sadly, that something was merely a dark memory, just like what he witnessed before he appeared here. Did Zidane make it? It's of no concern of mine if he made it or not. At least that's what he was telling himself. Though he wouldn't admit it, a small part of him did wondered if the supposed 'brother' of his did make it out.
“It looks as though my intended finale is nothing more than a mere memory. How tragic. If this is what becomes of mortals when they face the end, I almost regret letting my life slip away so easily.”
But he was here and alive, that he could appreciate. It was ... quaint. Filled with tiny shops and riddled with comical signs, not at all a setting he found to be fitting of a man of his stature. His punishment for the crimes he committed was this-dumped in the slums of some peon little village filled with people who seemed as puzzled by his appearance there as he was of them. And the way they gawked at his appearance-ha. That was always amusing. It managed to quirk his lips in the quaintest of smirks but nothing more than that, they really didn’t deserve the time of day to be acknowledge. Not by him, not worthy of his time or his sight.
Instead, there were answers that needed to be sought. It was true that his time did come to an end, but it appeared that fate desired an encore. Or maybe a continuation of his story, a chance to rewrite the ending to fit his standards so that the hero in the end did receive what he wanted without the hindrances that lingered in his world.
Look at them all, he thought,Is this the way mortals live? Is this the way I was supposed to live? He snorted. What a preposterous notion. A man of his stature was not fit for such a lifestyle. If he was to live the rest of his days as one of them, then he would do so to his liking. As he judged their expressions, he noted how at happy and comfortable they appeared, unaware of how heavily he was scrutinizing them behind his eyes. They were content with life and thoroughly at peace. Peace. A mere shadow of death.
Suddenly, the town held interest. There was a reason the world did not panic around him, that everyone appeared to regard him as merely a strangely garbed man who had lost his way and not as the villain the world so chose to see him as in another world. Perhaps the coming of the darkness was not so terrible after all. Something marvelous had happened, one of which he was only now realizing. Instead of meeting his demise, it appeared the Iifa tree or some unknown source had granted him one more opportunity at life. A mortal life, sadly, but another chance to either redeem himself or find an alternative to what he was unable to achieve at home. The choice was his to make but where to begin was the question. Now there was the little matter of trying to determine where exactly he was in the first place. It was a town of some sort, that was certain, but did it have a name or a-
Kupo!
Ah. That sound. He’d know that sound anywhere. Kuja lowered his eyes to his feet to peer at the Moogle who stood below him. It didn't quite look like the ones from home but it still had that distinct appearance he knew all too well.
“How fortunate that you are here,” He stated with a faint smirk, surprised that the Moogle was unaware of his identity or at all intimidated by his presence. Odd. But not in a bad way. It only proved his earlier points that this was indeed a new life, a new chance, and an opportunity to set a new path that catered to one need and one need only-his own.
“Would you be so kind as to tell me ... where I am?”