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Name: Trish
Livejournal Username: [Bad username: “at_pinball”]
E-mail: but.staythere [at] gmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN: AIM - Noahduality
Character
Name: Albedo
Fandom: Xenosaga
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Time Period: Post-Game
Wing Color:
History: http://xenosaga.wikia.com/wiki/Albedo_Piazzolla
Personality: Albedo can be quite the sadistic omnipotent being should he choose to be. Early on in his lifetime he could have been deemed innocent and caring but after that one incident at some point of his growing up he developed a growing jealousy streak to all those who he saw Rubedo favoring over himself. This can be dated back to Sakura, leading to MOMO. His thought patterns were slightly deranged, being ran on an intelligent mind and jealousy more (debatably madness). At points he could have had moments where he broke the serious character with such moments as mocking others or a simple “Helloooo~! I can’t hear you!” . These cause of these habits debatably started the second his body was separated from his twins, immediately picking up speed upon finding out he was the only one able to regenerate himself. The icing on the cake was the amount of time Rubedo spend with Sakura and finally when Rubedo let go of his hand, allowing Albedo to merge with U-Do, his sanity leaving him a great bit at this point. They lasted until the point when he and Rubedo finally fought off, Albedo being supposedly destroyed within the energy distortion he had caused. It had seemed the two had come to a mutual understanding, putting his jealousy aside.
Most of his personality reflected on those last few moments of mortal life when he became the White Testament, his sanity restoring greatly. He and Rubedo were on better terms at this point, the thing that may have been the cause for this, though he seemed slightly more distant until the end, going to sleep within his beloved twin’s subconscious. Upon awaking Albedo would be a calmer individual, not to say that means he’ll be normal. If anything were to cause a disruption within his mind, the death of Rubedo, or perhaps lingering feelings of jealousy with his twin spending more time with others, those old habits may return. For now, however, his sanity remains.
Albedo is also a skilled linguist and a philosophical being, often then naught using one’s name to interpret another word. (MOMO and the use of pêche are a good example of this) He also finds joy in being long winded.
Strengths:
Pysical:Albedo has the ability to regenerate quickly. Sometimes he likes to abuse this ability, blowing or cutting off his own body pieces. He can heal any injury inflicted on his person ranging from a scratch to his entire head.. He has a form of flight available to him, as well as the ability to shoot out U-DO beams from his hands. That ability seems to have come from his U-DO integration rather than being one of his U.R.T.V. abilities.
Mentally he can handle more than other people can, perhaps because he already went through insanity and back again. This, unfortunately, depends on his emotional state at the time.
Emotional: Albedo isn’t very strong emotionally in some cases. Recently, however, he has gained a sense of stability. He is able to hide some things he feels for a certain amount of time, being able to comfort people while maintaining his eccentric views.
Weaknesses:
Pysical: While in Luceti Albedo unfortunately has a daily/weekly limit with his ability to regenerate. Should he snap this could be his final downfall, as said before, since he enjoys showing it off to those close to Rubedo’s friends to scare them.
Mental: Albedo’s mental state depends on his emotional one. If he were to go mad his mental state would be wavering with only a few ways to fix such a catastrophe in the making.
Emotionally he’s a ticking time bomb. The slightest thing could set him off, especially those things dealing with Rubedo. This can be traced all the way back to when they were children and he found out Rubedo and Nigredo couldn’t regenerate like he could. He’s also prone to sever amounts of jealousy and grudge holding, blaming Sakura for Rubedo spending less time with him and hating MOMO for looking like her, or any form that does.
Samples
First Person:
Oh how wondrous it feels to be stretching my legs again, to be out and about in this world. Though this is not the one I remember leaving, no this one is far different. Perhaps I have reached the celestial hierarchy I once pursued through the metaphysical plane of imaginary numbers. I do have the wings to prove the achievement of such a feat, that I soared into the sky and reached a level of holiness, though this is not how I remember my end in the least.
I could have sworn I was napping in the subconscious of Rubedo, with the underappreciated gratitude I now owe Nigredo. Even now as I realize it this world seems to bleak for that plane of existence even a meager man can reach through means of selfless retribution. Oh no, it seems far more interesting, a place where a péché is more common than a pêche.
I look forward to watching this play act itself out as my former employer did with my own act, a mere spectator of this world and all of its hidden wonders. It sounds far more appealing then fighting again for the moment. Perhaps I will learn to enjoy those simple things Rubedo and Nigredo held onto. However, even I am not as naïve anymore to believe such things last for an eternity in the ever changing chain of evolution, the unforgiving circle of life and death.
Third Person:
The near-albino man glanced around the new setting It was different. This was the first time he‘d seen such an area outside of the normal holograms or texts that existed in his worlds physical make-up. This wasteland with old technology and buildings intrigued him, and he was sure Rubedo had fun with it when he first arrived here. Of course when he finally noticed the green he was surely shocked. So there were woods here, some other form of life aside from the people wandering about. Perhaps this could be Lost Jerusalem, the extraterrestrial holy land nearly thought to be but a pleasant legend, the land where the beloved Zohar was found by the same company head, known to be a harbinger and the cause for his previous situation (which he was much thankful for of course). If he was right surely this would leave cause for Rubedo to be happy.
This reasoning didn’t explain the wings though, and he was sure if it was Rubedo would have found his friends by now, chaos was the one’s name if he remembered correctly. Surely there had to be more than meets the eye with this mysterious plane of existence. It was a possibility in his mind brought about by the divine quality now attached to his once plain back. This world was most likely one he didn’t care for an explanation of. That didn’t mean exploration was out of the question of course.
Of course with a new home came a new start, as always. Perhaps acting more civilized, as Nigredo had once suggested, would help his reputation. Though one didn’t exist for him here yet, except perhaps what Rubedo had spread, supposing the eldest of their group had decided to tell his friends about him. Starting off a conversation with how madness had consumed your other half was surely more than interesting. At least so he would like to think just to imagine the looks on their faces. In his mind talking to Rubedo about thing more thoroughly would suffice.
Getting in a bit of practice before such huge steps never hurt. The fellow residents seemed interesting by a simple first glance. Some seemed more so than others, but those were minor, ignorable details. Knowing more about this collective society would be the only way he could distinguish the faces and knowledge of the other beings. Oh how fun it would be to make new friends, enemies, to meet new a péché or pêche. He would see if there was one more mad than himself in a façade of sanity or find if he, himself, was still mad in the unknowing façade of a sane man. Perhaps a marvelous remembrance of C’est la Vie or déjà vu would jog his mind into the so-called right direction that everyone strived for. Being abnormal in a group of abnormal people would only make you normal. Where was the fun in that?
Name: Trish
Livejournal Username: [Bad username: “at_pinball”]
E-mail: but.staythere [at] gmail [dot] com
AIM/MSN: AIM - Noahduality
Character
Name: Albedo
Fandom: Xenosaga
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Time Period: Post-Game
Wing Color:
History: http://xenosaga.wikia.com/wiki/Albedo_Piazzolla
Personality: Albedo can be quite the sadistic omnipotent being should he choose to be. Early on in his lifetime he could have been deemed innocent and caring but after that one incident at some point of his growing up he developed a growing jealousy streak to all those who he saw Rubedo favoring over himself. This can be dated back to Sakura, leading to MOMO. His thought patterns were slightly deranged, being ran on an intelligent mind and jealousy more (debatably madness). At points he could have had moments where he broke the serious character with such moments as mocking others or a simple “Helloooo~! I can’t hear you!” . These cause of these habits debatably started the second his body was separated from his twins, immediately picking up speed upon finding out he was the only one able to regenerate himself. The icing on the cake was the amount of time Rubedo spend with Sakura and finally when Rubedo let go of his hand, allowing Albedo to merge with U-Do, his sanity leaving him a great bit at this point. They lasted until the point when he and Rubedo finally fought off, Albedo being supposedly destroyed within the energy distortion he had caused. It had seemed the two had come to a mutual understanding, putting his jealousy aside.
Most of his personality reflected on those last few moments of mortal life when he became the White Testament, his sanity restoring greatly. He and Rubedo were on better terms at this point, the thing that may have been the cause for this, though he seemed slightly more distant until the end, going to sleep within his beloved twin’s subconscious. Upon awaking Albedo would be a calmer individual, not to say that means he’ll be normal. If anything were to cause a disruption within his mind, the death of Rubedo, or perhaps lingering feelings of jealousy with his twin spending more time with others, those old habits may return. For now, however, his sanity remains.
Albedo is also a skilled linguist and a philosophical being, often then naught using one’s name to interpret another word. (MOMO and the use of pêche are a good example of this) He also finds joy in being long winded.
Strengths:
Pysical:Albedo has the ability to regenerate quickly. Sometimes he likes to abuse this ability, blowing or cutting off his own body pieces. He can heal any injury inflicted on his person ranging from a scratch to his entire head.. He has a form of flight available to him, as well as the ability to shoot out U-DO beams from his hands. That ability seems to have come from his U-DO integration rather than being one of his U.R.T.V. abilities.
Mentally he can handle more than other people can, perhaps because he already went through insanity and back again. This, unfortunately, depends on his emotional state at the time.
Emotional: Albedo isn’t very strong emotionally in some cases. Recently, however, he has gained a sense of stability. He is able to hide some things he feels for a certain amount of time, being able to comfort people while maintaining his eccentric views.
Weaknesses:
Pysical: While in Luceti Albedo unfortunately has a daily/weekly limit with his ability to regenerate. Should he snap this could be his final downfall, as said before, since he enjoys showing it off to those close to Rubedo’s friends to scare them.
Mental: Albedo’s mental state depends on his emotional one. If he were to go mad his mental state would be wavering with only a few ways to fix such a catastrophe in the making.
Emotionally he’s a ticking time bomb. The slightest thing could set him off, especially those things dealing with Rubedo. This can be traced all the way back to when they were children and he found out Rubedo and Nigredo couldn’t regenerate like he could. He’s also prone to sever amounts of jealousy and grudge holding, blaming Sakura for Rubedo spending less time with him and hating MOMO for looking like her, or any form that does.
Samples
First Person:
Oh how wondrous it feels to be stretching my legs again, to be out and about in this world. Though this is not the one I remember leaving, no this one is far different. Perhaps I have reached the celestial hierarchy I once pursued through the metaphysical plane of imaginary numbers. I do have the wings to prove the achievement of such a feat, that I soared into the sky and reached a level of holiness, though this is not how I remember my end in the least.
I could have sworn I was napping in the subconscious of Rubedo, with the underappreciated gratitude I now owe Nigredo. Even now as I realize it this world seems to bleak for that plane of existence even a meager man can reach through means of selfless retribution. Oh no, it seems far more interesting, a place where a péché is more common than a pêche.
I look forward to watching this play act itself out as my former employer did with my own act, a mere spectator of this world and all of its hidden wonders. It sounds far more appealing then fighting again for the moment. Perhaps I will learn to enjoy those simple things Rubedo and Nigredo held onto. However, even I am not as naïve anymore to believe such things last for an eternity in the ever changing chain of evolution, the unforgiving circle of life and death.
Third Person:
The near-albino man glanced around the new setting It was different. This was the first time he‘d seen such an area outside of the normal holograms or texts that existed in his worlds physical make-up. This wasteland with old technology and buildings intrigued him, and he was sure Rubedo had fun with it when he first arrived here. Of course when he finally noticed the green he was surely shocked. So there were woods here, some other form of life aside from the people wandering about. Perhaps this could be Lost Jerusalem, the extraterrestrial holy land nearly thought to be but a pleasant legend, the land where the beloved Zohar was found by the same company head, known to be a harbinger and the cause for his previous situation (which he was much thankful for of course). If he was right surely this would leave cause for Rubedo to be happy.
This reasoning didn’t explain the wings though, and he was sure if it was Rubedo would have found his friends by now, chaos was the one’s name if he remembered correctly. Surely there had to be more than meets the eye with this mysterious plane of existence. It was a possibility in his mind brought about by the divine quality now attached to his once plain back. This world was most likely one he didn’t care for an explanation of. That didn’t mean exploration was out of the question of course.
Of course with a new home came a new start, as always. Perhaps acting more civilized, as Nigredo had once suggested, would help his reputation. Though one didn’t exist for him here yet, except perhaps what Rubedo had spread, supposing the eldest of their group had decided to tell his friends about him. Starting off a conversation with how madness had consumed your other half was surely more than interesting. At least so he would like to think just to imagine the looks on their faces. In his mind talking to Rubedo about thing more thoroughly would suffice.
Getting in a bit of practice before such huge steps never hurt. The fellow residents seemed interesting by a simple first glance. Some seemed more so than others, but those were minor, ignorable details. Knowing more about this collective society would be the only way he could distinguish the faces and knowledge of the other beings. Oh how fun it would be to make new friends, enemies, to meet new a péché or pêche. He would see if there was one more mad than himself in a façade of sanity or find if he, himself, was still mad in the unknowing façade of a sane man. Perhaps a marvelous remembrance of C’est la Vie or déjà vu would jog his mind into the so-called right direction that everyone strived for. Being abnormal in a group of abnormal people would only make you normal. Where was the fun in that?