Post by Squall Leonhart on Nov 4, 2010 23:24:02 GMT -5
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Name: Squall Leonhart
Age: 18
Which game are you from: Final Fantasy VIII
Weapons/Abilities:
Weapon: Gunblade » GRIEVER;
Squall's gunblade consist of a large sword blade with a revolver's action built into the hilt; its barrel running inside the length of the blade. It is wielded like normal sword, but by pulling the trigger built into the handle, a 'round' is fired off, sending a shock wave through the blade and creating a devastating vibration as the weapon passes through an opponent or their armor to increase its damage exponentially.
Squall is determined to become SeeD's premiere gunblade specialist, and as such has trained every day towards perfection. He is known secretly by the other student as 'The Relentless Revolver', and his teachers have high hopes for him.
The gunblade came from his father, whom he does not remember, and when he is not using it, he stores it in a large case that bears the same symbol as his necklace. He had the image of a large lion, named Griever, laser etched into the blade. the exact reason for this is unknown, but people assume Squall uses the sword as an extension of himself.
"Breaking my limits!"
» RENZOKUKEN;
Squall unlocks his true potential by unleashing his rage to gain complete mastery of his gunblade. He strikes his enemies with lightning speed, exposing their weakness and faults. He sends six consecutive slashes to his enemy coupled with a special attack to finish his combo:
As Squall progresses with his training, he will begin to fully understand and control his weapon and push it to it's limits.
ROUGH DIVIDE - Squall jumps into the air and strikes downward with a vicious slash of pure magical energy that inflicts damage and can destroy (or in certain cases ignore) an enemy defense skill or magic barrier.
FATAL CIRCLE - Squall charges his gunblade with magical energy and spins in a circle, creating a shock wave that damages and can stun nearby enemies (and team mates).
BLASTING ZONE - Squall raises his gunblade overhead, charges up and extends a pillar of energy across the ground that inflicts damage to anything in front of him in a 30 degree angle.
LIONHEART {END OF HEART} - Squall's most powerful move: He lands blow after heavy blow upon a single enemy slamming the blade down upon them and releasing all of his anger into one violent explosion.
{Renzokuken can only be used once every few hours because of the stress it causes to Squall's body, and only after Squall's anger boils over its limit.}
Eidolons/ Summons: Ifrit, Shiva, Cerberus
Alliance: The Light
♥I Ain't Gonna Live Forever♥[/size]
{PERSONALITY}
Squall is what most would call an 'acquired taste'. His attitude his rough and callous, while his eyes are full of fury. Most people choose to simply stay away from him for fear of him causing some sort of problem for them. Introverted to a fault, Squall is always listening and thinking to what others say even if he acts like he is not. He does not care for opinions or problems and will only follow orders or facts. When Squall manages to wrangle words into a sentence, he is always very taciturn and cold, refusing to acknowledge the other person's feelings for fear of getting close to them. His sentences are always short and top the point, choosing the shortest route of having to deal with people over niceties.
He relies only on himself for everything he needs.
A genius academically, Squall sits at the top three every class he is in. He has little interest in books and debate, but excels nonetheless. Wise beyond his years, Squall tends to be stubborn and relentless when it comes to choices between him and his peers. His overbearing nature causes pressure between him and the others he deals with.
As mysterious as the dark side of the moon, Squall never really tells anyone what he's feeling. His lone wolf tendencies have his heart locked away in solitary confinement and he threw away the key. He tends to keep people at arm's length, include his comrades and even teachers. He trusts very little but when he chooses to care for someone he is fiercely loyal. Squall has a good heart and will defend someone in trouble with his very life on the line.
Addicted to battle, Squall only really shines in the heat of combat. He lives for the rush of adrenaline, and its the only thing that makes him feel alive. On the battlefield he becomes more beast than man, throwing caution to the wind. While reckless, he is constantly watching his enemy and trying to exploit a weakness to end the battle quickly. This is probably the only place one would find him in his own 'element'.
History:
Squall was born to Raine Loire in the village of Winhill, but she died shortly after his birth. His father, Laguna Loire, never knew that Raine was pregnant, as he was in Esthar saving his adopted daughter Ellone from the clutches of Adel, a malevolent sorceress. After Raine passed away, both Squall and Ellone, who Laguna sent back to Winhill, were sent to an orphanage on the Centra continent.
This orphanage, run by Edea Kramer, was where Squall grew up. Despite the presence of other kids his age, Ellone was his closest friend, and he affectionately referred to her as his "Big Sis", although it is unknown whether he knew about their actual bond. Because of Ellone's unique ability to send a person's consciousness back in time, she was eventually taken away from the orphanage to be put under the protection of a group of older orphans called the White SeeD. No one told Squall why "Sis" left, and he assumed that she had abandoned him. Due to the emotional pain of this assumption he developed a defensive mechanism that made him an emotionally detached, highly cynical and introverted boy who wished to go through life without emotional links and dependencies, so he would not have to suffer the pain of being left again.
As Squall himself theorizes, he was never adopted due to his already difficult personality, so sometime around age six, Squall was admitted into Balamb Garden to train as a SeeD. He chose to train with the gunblade, which is a difficult weapon to master and takes years of training. This was not a factor as Squall kept to himself and trained whenever he could. He quickly found a rival in Seifer Almassay, who mirrored him in many ways including the use of a gunblade and a remarkable aptitude for combat.
Eleven years later Squall has been known as a "lone wolf" among his peers. His superiors, such as his teacher Quistis Trepe, regard him as difficult to deal with but greatly respect his natural talents. The rivalry between he and Seifer has grown to become common knowledge amongst the Balamb students. Also, due to his use of Guardian Forces Shiva and Quezacotl, his memory has weakened, remembering only the feelings of abandonment he felt when Ellone left, but no longer remembering Ellone herself. After an eventful field exam, Squall graduates along with Selphie, Zell and Nida.
During the SeeD inauguration ball, Squall meets Rinoa when she forces him to dance with her. He later learns that she is his first employer, and he works as part of a hired group with Selphie and Zell to assist the Forest Owls, freedom fighters devoted to freeing Timber from Galbadia's control.
In the end, after an epic final battle that traversed time and space, Ultimecia (A time-controlling Sorceress) finally met her demise at Squall's hand. Upon the conclusion of the final battle, Ultimecia and Squall are taken back in time to Edea's Orphanage. It is there that Squall implanted to Edea the ideas of SeeD and Garden. After witnessing the moment in which Ultimecia passed on her Sorceress Power to Edea, he fell back into compressed time where he nearly died; fortunately, though, Rinoa found him and brought him back alive.
During the party at Balamb Garden to celebrate SeeD's victory over Ultimecia, Squall smiled at Rinoa for the first time and kissed her on the balcony.
Likes: His gunblade, Rinoa, combat.
Dislikes: Loudmouths, Siefer, losing.
Fears: Injury falling on those he cares about.
♥This Ain't A Song For The Brokenhearted♥[/size]
RP Sample:
The humid air of the battleground seemed stagnant in Squall's feverish lungs, the grip on his sword shaky as he pivoted to the left and swung low, missing his foe by mere inches. He was as skilled as him, maybe more so. Did any of that matter? The only thing he wanted was to win, and Squall felt the same way. Both men swung their swords with a vigor unseen in most, and both with intent for blood. the glint off his blade tricked the light across his rival's face, and for one dark moment Squall's mind faltered into compassion. The man took this chance to reel back and raise a hand, firing a blast of pure energy from his hand. Stunned by the quickness of how the tide had turned, Squall fell to the ground and rolled closer towards the man, rising to his feet with a vertical swing. The wide grip he used held no chance against his opponent's downward assault, Squall's wrists aching against the violent blows. With a quick flick of his wrist, the man wrenched Squall's mighty sword from his hand to the floor before him. With a small sigh, Squall quickly lowered his guard, obviously admitting defeat in the duel just fought. His rival had other things in mind though, raising his sword again to strike Squall down. He had no time to react, the lion simply watched the blade fall before being consumed by a searing pain. Opening both eyes wide, a spray of crimson on the floor and the worst pain he ever felt let him know he was still alive. Fury surged in his veins, a growl escaping his lips as he reached for his sword with a murderous intent, slashing upwards across his rival's face. The man stepped back, but barely enough to save his life. A ragged cut stemmed from just below his nose to just over his eyebrow. With a dark moment of pure hatred, Squall felt himself slip into dreams, hitting the floor with a resonating thud before passing out.
There was no light, no sound, and no dream in Squall's mind. the only thing there was was him. He saw nothing else and called out to the silence with no claim back to himself. His inner thoughts raced, wondering if he had died. No, death was not an option for him yet, and he refused to believe in staying where he was. Following a very faint whisper, light filled his burning eyes, an immense headache throbbed in his head. Suddenly, the whisper was more of a scream and he shot awake, sitting straight up in what appeared to be the Garden's medical ward. A familiar face, the old woman who ran the office he was in, stared directly at him, but not into his eyes. "Hey how are you feeling?" Her warm inviting voice did nothing for Squall but make him want to leave. Blocking out the pain, he answered in a single gruff word: "...Ok" The Woman proceeded to ask him his name and what class he was in, getting the answers she was hoping for. Letting him up after a warning to be more careful with his training, Squall stifled a groan and walked haphazardly towards the door, eying himself in the mirror for the first time. The gash on his face belied his boyish features, and would more than likely form a scar. Clenching a fist and walking out the door, Squall passed several stares to get to his room and try to relax. Overhearing several students talking about the SeeDs and what was going on outside of the Garden, he figured it would probably prove better to ask a teacher than to listen to hallway rumors.
Hitting his room with meaning, he quickly showered and changed, trying already to forget the fact he was almost killed and the fact he wanted to kill. Checking his wound in the mirror before walking out the door, he grabbed his favorite leather jacket and pulled it on, refusing to let the heat of summer cause him to kneel. Students often wondered if Squall used the gunblade to really be the best, or if he was just too stubborn to move towards anything else. He knew he wasn't the only person at the Garden that wielded one, but he'd be damned if he wasn't the best. Stuffing both hands in his pockets with a low and angry mutter, Squall moved slowly towards his class room and the rest of the day, wondering just what else fate had in mind for him. "...Whatever"
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Custom Title: The Relentless Revolver
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