vietmyke

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

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The relative peace of their trip could only go so far- as it seemed, all good things had to come to the end. The call of an incoming attack wasn't exactly a surprise at this point, but Galahad would've been lying if he'd hoped they'd managed to get away. If anything, the appearance of a Valheim airship just solidified how extremely advanced they were in comparison to the vast majority of what their continent had regularly available.

Quickly pulling on his armor, strode out to the deck of the ship with as the rest of the Kirins began to filter out, helmet in the crook of his arm, halberd sharpened and poised for battle in his other. He expected the airship to fly over them before dropping a clutch of soldiers. It was a surprise then, when Galahad caught a glimpse of steel, a man crashing down from the sky landing within inches of Izayoi with a strike hard enough to crack the deck.

Dragoon

Galahad stared at the purple armored knight in clear shock, clearly not expecting a Dragoon to have came out of a valheim ship. To make it worse, a mockery of his own martial traditions followed the offending Dragoon, some score of Valheim faux-dragoons leaping out on powered machines to meet them as well. To make matters worse, Galahad recognized the armor. Before he even spoke or lifted his visor. It was Valon. He spoke with the same casual candor that Galahad remembered from their time together during the war. Valon was- to Galahad's knowledge a loyal and faithful soldier of Edren, so why was he here? With Valheim, no less. His nonchalant turn of phrase did little for Galahad but to stoke his anger.

"Traitorous scum." Galahad spat, pulling his own helmet on over his head. "You and I both." The Dragoon snorted to Izayoi, the anger he felt overriding and keeping at bay whatever subtle chanting was threatening to dull his senses- at least for the moment.

He barely registered what Valon had said to Rudolf- Shilage- apparently. Galahad recognized the name, but he'd already packaged the words into another compartment in his mind to be dealt with later. Galahad was already in the air, diving towards Valon even as the other Dragoon jumped at Rudolf. The harsh clash of steel against steel echoed as polearms crashed, purple and blue dragoons crashing into the deck. A wide sweep was caught with a with the back of another, Valon stepping forward to shove Galahad back with a kick to the chest.

"I always wondered which of us was better, Caradoc." Valon laughed as he swung their polearms crashed together a second time, a powerful pull and push threatening to throw Galahad off balance. Galahad was surprised, he didn't remember Valon being that strong. "I'm disappointed Galahad! I don't remember you being this weak!" The purple Dragoon taunted him twisting the head of his spear and grabbed the neck pushing the sharpened edge and driving it into Galahad's side, the accursed song beginning to slow Galahad's instincts. The cold metal bit into his armor, warmth and pain quickly flowing in as Galahad managed to kick him off.

Without missing a step, Galahad countered, quick, but hefty twirling blows from his heavier weapon breaking apart Valon's guard. The younger Dragoon cursed as Galahad's axe blade went to cave in his skull, ducking in time for Galahad's axe to clip the pointy top of his helm, tearing the helmet off of him. Valon flashed an angry glare at him, Galahad taken aback for a moment as he swore he could've seen something pulsing in the younger dragoon's veins, an unnatural, faintly purple glow.

"What have they done to you?" Galahad asked, sidestepping out of the way as Valon made a short leap and stab, spear tip piercing the deck. Galahad countered with a leap of his own, soaring high up into the sky. Valon jumped up after him, but Galahad caught himself midair, a swing of his halberd against the mast suddenly arresting his momentum. Galahad kicked out with his foot, driving the armored boot into the sternum of the rising dragoon, sending the man careening back into the deck with a mighty crash. Galahad pushed off the mast, bringing his halberd to bear as he dove down on the fallen Dragoon, but was tackled out of the air by one of Valon's faux-dragoons. Edreni and Valheim Dragoons crashed into the deck, giving the purple dragon knight time to recollect himself.

"Close! But not quite Caradoc!" Valon taunted him, wicked spear twirling in his hands as he prepared for another leap towards Galahad.

Regalia

@Mirandae I may need a moment to think about music because tbh the first thing that popped up into my head was the Moana soundtrack and while it gives me a bit of a giggle, I don't think it exactly fits him!

@Aeolian I threw a little ffx joke into the CS too- I like to think people meme Akamu's laugh like people do with Tidus

Regalia

Here is my submission: your local dudebro, but like nice! Obviously open to suggestions and changes if needed- but he is now here for @Mirandae to peruse at your leisure

Akamu Lafaele

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_{P R E S E N C E}

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Bold, boistrous, at times literally larger than life, wherever Akamu goes, it's hard not to notice him. Generally amicable and carefree, Akamu's rumbling laugh is regularly meme'd throughout Accadia, and the image of his impressive (and usually shirtless) physique and pearly white smile commonly adorns tourism advertisements, billboards, and even calenders for the Resort City of Kalani. Overflowing with confidence and optimism in abundance, it seems to be practically impossible to bring his spirits down. He regularly refers to others by shortened nicknames, often incorporating elements of islander monikers and lingo into his speech.

Like many Accadian islanders, Akamu is easygoing to a fault, effortlessly relaxed and unflappable in the face of most hardship, seemingly having a calming effect on people wherever he goes. Not to say he never takes things seriously, and Akamu certainly has his moments of concentration and seriousness, but for the most part seems to take the punches as they come easily, and embodies the idea of 'go with the flow'. Exceedingly rare is the sight of an angry Akamu, and the terrifying, literally earthshaking wrath that follows.

While supportive of the common people and their struggles, it is rather obvious that Akamu's sympathies begin to wane quickly when corporations get involved. While rarely ever outright aggressive towards corporate interests, Akamu displays a blatant disregard and disdain towards many of their endeavors. This is especially the case when it comes to the mining and acquisition of Crystals, which he staunchly disapproves of- though admits their necessity for many lives around the world. Attuned to nature and the world around him, Akamu prefers to keep things simple, and while not a luddite, is abysmally bad with technology, failing at all but the simplest tasks- outside of social media anyway, which he appears to be rather adept with.

Akamu avidly engages in sports and athleticism of every kind, though he is a particularly avid surfer. Along with his presence on social media, Akamu has cemented himself as the archetypical 'surfer bro', often being one of the first results when searched online. He has a love for many of the simpler things in life, and is content to drink and laugh with just about anyone. He enjoys music and dance of all kinds and is a big party animal. A rather simple man, Akamu finds a sort of purity and vicarious happiness when witnessing those who earnestly pursue their interests.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Akamu has quite a positive relationship with both his primary Dominant, Titan, and the Dominant of Nature, Gaia. More surprising is his popularity among followers of Leviathan.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Akamu was born in the small village Akta in the rural areas outside of the self named Kalani City, on the island of Kalani. Akamu spent the vast majority of his early life and childhood as a follower of Leviathan. It was a surprise then, when at the young age of 12, Akamu was revealed to be blessed to be the Regalia of the Dominant, Titan. The details of how he became blessed are largely unknown, but popular legends tell the tale of a young village boy coming across a traveler who had been pinned underneath a landslide while hiking across through one of the less popular mountain trails. Titan, perhaps intrigued by the sight of a boy attempting to lift a rock many times his size, or simply impressed by his courage took an interest in him. As the boy prayed to Leviathan to help him find a way to help the man, Titan came to him and laughed, asking him what the Great Serpent might have been be able to do for him so far away from the sea. Amused by the boy, or impressed by his answers, Titan decided to offer his blessing, granting the boy the strength to save others. Now with the strength of Titan, the boy was able to lift the mountain and saved the man. The story has become something of a local fable in recent times. Akamu's story is often told across the Accadian islands as a tale to inspire courage and bravery in young children.

As a child of a rather inconsequential village, it was rather easy for the Accadian Government to assume stewardship over Akamu. While a capable learner, and easily capable of causing destruction, Akamu's lax attitude did little to make him a proper soldier- though that wouldn't stop the Accadian Government from making him a public servant. A defender of the people, Akamu raises the spirits of Accadians as a firefighter and conservationist for Kalani City, having notably been responsible for putting a stop to a terrible forest wildfire that threatened the city some 4 years ago.

As a Regalia, Akamu is generally well known by most Accadians, and is extremely popular among Southern Accadian Islanders, often regarded as a local hero. Akamu is notable for using his earth magic to aid in the expansion and revitalization many of the diminished farming areas around the islands, which in turn has allowed for a reduction in the amount of overfishing used to compensate.

Akamu's Dominant form has only been revealed once since his blessing, during what the Accadian Government has now labeled a terror attack. During what amounted to a foreign entity's attempt to kidnap Laura Genevieve, a recently realized fellow Regalia, not an insignificant amount of damage was done to the surrounding land and people. The sight threw Akamu into a rage, resulting in him taking on his Dominant form, in which he used powerful earth magic and overwhelming strength to (literally) bury the attackers. To this day, no Government has claimed responsibility for the attack, and is one of the few times Akamu has regretted having his power. Following the attack, Akamu spending the next several months working tirelessly to restore the land he'd destroyed in the process.

_{H O M E}

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Akamu hails from the island of Kalani, one of the largest islands nestled within the Gulf of Accadia. Aktu, his home village is a small fishing and farming town just outside of the greater Kalani Metropolitan area. The island itself is rather mountainous, dominated by a set of volcanoes in the center, with the vast majority of its population centers focused by the coast and its surrounding lowlands. Southern Accadia- particularly its islands possess a strong culture of spiritualism and community. Respect of nature and of people are among some of the most extolled values, with many often seeking balance between spiritualism and modernity. Generally warm, friendly and modest, most Accadian Islanders are often worshippers and followers of Leviathan and Gaia, though as of recent times, worship of Titan has seen a noticeable rise.

Tourism makes up most of the island economy, for better or worse, and Kalani City in particular has become quite popular for both its world class luxury resorts and the chance to see a real life Regalia walking around the streets. Clashes between modern ideals and more traditional ones are becoming more commonplace, as the rampant commercialism has begun eroding the natural ecosystem and more or less spit in the face of many islanders' spiritual values. Outside the cities, rural Accadians generally remain friendly, but are more cautious towards outsiders and tourists, with some small groups of traditionalists being outright hostile towards who they see as trespassers who trample upon their lands and values.

Perhaps expected of those that live on islands, Southern Accadians have a particularly strong maritime culture, regularly engaging in fishing for food, sport and export. Unsurprisingly, activities involving water- sailing, swimming, surfing, are all incredibly popular amongst Accadians Islanders. Most Islanders learn to swim shortly after they learn to walk, and while not capable of breathing underwater, many are able to hold their breaths for extended periods of time compared to other humans. Charms, jewelry and traditional tools are often made from fishbone, shark teeth, pearls, and other seaborne entities. Leviathan Fangs- traditional daggers made from serpent teeth are particularly popular among youths and tourists as trinkets and souvineers.

_{T R I V I A}

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Likes:

• Surfing, Fishing, Sailing, Skydiving - Basically most activities that would get one's heart pumping or are related to the ocean or beach
• Music, Dance and Parties - Obviously
• Nature and Spiritualism - Perhaps surprisingly
• Sushi

Dislikes:

• Sitting still for too long
• Liars and cheats
• Megacorps and corporate entities- particularly those involved in the mining industry

Unassorted:

• Akamu is perhaps unabashedly a bit of a hypocrite: While often condemning those that do what he feels is wrong, he is more than happy to turn a blind eye to the activities of those that he trusts or cares about.
• Kalani City prints a yearly Regalia-themed Calender with his likeness on it. Copies of the calendars sell out fast and have become something of a collector's item.
• Akamu's has a considerable social media following, and regularly vlogs or takes photos of many of his activities
• Akamu's love of hiking has unintentionally been misinterpreted as a method of worship to Titan. Every year, hundreds of followers of Titan will visit Kalani to hike up the mountain trail to pray to the Dominant. According to Akamu, Titan (probably) finds this quite entertaining.

_{S O C I A L}

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Laura Genevieve, Regalia of Gaia - One of the other Regalia from Accadia, Akamu views her much like an adoptive younger sister, and commonly refers to her as such. Following the attack several years ago, Akamu is fiercely protective of her. Akamu dotes on the younger Regalia, often showering her with gifts when they meet on occasions like holidays or birthdays.

Tales Of Endoroth (A Slice Of Life MMO Roleplay)

Bear's out of the bag! Though I think Elian knows Rath can wildshape, this particular shape is probably new to her

Tales Of Endoroth (A Slice Of Life MMO Roleplay)

Rathello

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"Actually, if you're crafting skill is good, I wouldn't mind giving you my share of the loot for a better sword." Rath remarked as Goibnu offered to work on something for him. Just as well, Rath never had the patience to figure out any of the crafting systems- having a friend like Goibnu who did have the patience to learn all of that might prove fruitful. He'd even be willing to pay for the labor, though that'd probably be a discussion for later, after they cleared the place.

Rath hadn't expected to find a secret door in a dungeon like this, but he was pleasantly surprised. As usual, he led the proverbial charge- or walk, down the stairs as they entered what seemed to be a sort of boss room. A secret boss perhaps? Rath hadn't encountered this monster before, but with the party they had assembled, Rath didn't feel particularly worried. The scent was certainly off putting, but Rath was quick to open up his menu and disable the smell feature from ToE, a small text appearing at the bottom corner of his vision to inform him of the smell of the room instead of physically having to deal with it himself.

"Guess I oughta take this one a bit more seriously, huh?" Rath chuckled as he strode to the front of the group, a red aura expanding from him as he once again activated his Intimidating Presence. "Claudia! Elian's watching our backs, so you call the shots for this fight- keep an eye on things and call things out if we need to change focus."

There was a crackle and boom as a bolt of lightning fell from the ceiling and crashed onto Rath. A faint flash of light followed and as the dust cleared out, Rath's humanoid shape was replaced by that of a massive bear. Lightning crackled across claws the size of daggers and a rolling thundercloud rumbled around his neck. As the column of light collided with the undead boss, the bear charged forward, electrified paws rearing back as he lunged at the creature to rip and tear it apart.

Regalia

<Snipped quote by vietmyke>

Awesome! I was thinking of having Accadia for my character as well, and I had the same idea as you! I'm thinking the southern parts could be like you said - Hawaii, or maybe something like French Polynesia, Bahamas. And then, maybe the norther parts are a bit cooler in temperature, but still warm. And yes, a big source of income for the country would be tourism, party islands stuff.

@Mirandae

Love that! Yeah islander vibes are definitely what I was hoping for, and Southern Accadia being some mix of Polynesian/Bahaman/Hawaiian sounds awesome!

Also. As I'm writing his story, he is now also an Accadian Firefighter- as his day job anyway. I figure he's too chilled out to be a soldier, so if the Accadian government wants to put him to use, a public servant might fare better. Also, imagine the recruitment posters. And the calenders. Sold out, all of them.

Regalia

I've started working on a CS as well!

I've settled on a name for now, Akamu, and I'm going to have him hail from one of the smaller islands in Accadia. If it's relevant for other folk, I'm aiming to portray the islands of Accadia(or at least the smaller ones) similar to Hawaii, with a lot of relaxed ocean life vibes- and a dash of overbearing corporate tourism

Regalia

@Aeolian

See, I was thinking leviathan because of the ocean vibes my character is going to have. But if I am to be told that Titan is a 'bro', how can I not have my dudebro be a Titan boi?

Plus I like the idea of a big muscle guy being surprisingly peaceful and down to earth (heh), and well attuned to nature and chillin'

Regalia

Normally I love lightning based themes- but I think I'm gonna make a character with the earth element! I'm thinking sorta golden retriever dudebro energy- maybe used to be a surfer before becoming recognized

SPIRITUM

Gerard Biserus

"Extortion's a good look on ya Kali," Gerard teased, "Are all family reunions this exciting?"

"FUCKING FUUUUUUCK!" Ivan wailed as he half rolled on the ground, clutching at his shot knee. "Fucking psycho bitch! Hey doc! Doc! She shot my fucking leg!"

"Sorry friend," Gerard chuckled, glancing down at the man as he helplessly rolled, wide eyes staring at the collective of WARDENs before him. Almost reluctantly, Gerard pulled a medical kit out of his mist pocket, to at least begin stopping the bleeding. "If I pump any more Mist into you you're gonna start burning, healing or not."

Ivan seethed in pain, ready to start shooting off some vitriol but was immediately silenced by the idea of Silje blowing up his other leg- and by Morden standing over him like some sort of giant. He shrinked immediately from the surrounding WARDENs.

"I-I'm not lying!" The snivelling man swore, "I'm running shit for your father! They're not on the front lines right now, they're holed up in Dunbarton dealing with some shit."

Glancing at the remains of the RV, and it's position on the road, Gerard shot an amused look towards Kalina before glancing back down at the supposed arms runner.

"Dunbarton's back thataway-" Gerard pointed out, perhaps unhelpfully. "Back the way you came."

Ivan's eyes shot back and forth, whether or not he was trying to quickly think of something or genuinely fearful of getting shot was anyone's guess. Eyes glanced at the crates of weapons and materials, then back at the WARDENs.

"T-they're planning a mutiny!" Ivan blurted out, "They told me to bring them a bunch of untraceable small arms and explosives to the middle of a city! Of course I ran! I'm no traitor!"

Gerard grabbed a bunch of the crates and floated them over to the WARDENs truck one at a time, allowing the others to crack them open at their leisure. Sure enough, as Ivan said, the vast majority of the crates were weapons and long term supplies, all unmarked. In total, the crates were enough supplies to arm some twenty or so individuals with rifles, pistols and explosives, along with enough rations and ammo for an extended operation without resupply.

We are short a few weapons ourselves. Gerard's voice echoed across their communications spell, as he picked up a handgun in his hands and flourished them, the weapon disappearing into his mist pocket. Not to mention, all we really have in the way of supplies are beers and hamburgers. Given our current objectives, think your pops would mind if we got stocked up?

"I'm telling you the truth!" Ivan had been whining, though Gerard cut him off.

"If you were running, why'd you bother keeping the supplies? Sure you're not selling them to a better bid?" Gerard asked, whistling as a much smaller, more well kept case floated into his hands. Simply adorned, but obviously a well made box of dark hardwood. Cracking it open, Gerard perked an eyebrow before passing it over to Kali. The box contained a gunblade. Well made and perfectly blanaced, clearly meant to be used rather than hung as a display piece. Engraved on the back of the blade was something in a language Gerard didn't recognize.

"Wha- Hey that's- I don't know how that-" Ivan half blubbered, "Hey c'mon Kali, we go way back! Surely we can put this all behind us right?"

"Are you alright?" Collette asked of the WARDENs leader as they rounded the back of the truck, occasionally turning her ear to tune into the conversation happening behind them. Her hands glowed faintly, with the soothing light of a healing spell, though the princess seemed to falter and pause- seemingly not wanting to treat the WARDEN without explicit permission. It was a bit odd, being concerned for the wellbeing of what were ostensibly child soldiers from an opposing country, but they were the only ones keeping her alive for the moment. We're meant to be going to Dunbarton, aren't we? Does trouble normally follow you soldier types around?"