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Rakassa

2014-03-22T21:17:37Z

ChurchMouse: added zerum

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|image=Rakassapic.jpeg
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamasa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Gestahlian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian Admiral
|themesong="Eulogy of Ruin" - Michiko Naruke
|quote="A life of pain isn't worth living. A life of pleasure? Worth every second one can grasp."
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the demonic being known as Wrexsoul, the blossoming Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to build her portfolio for vaster tenure, and more covertly, to work for her own gain within the order of the Shadow Lords.

==Personality==

Rakassa is a very social person at heart; a manipulator and seeker of attention. She's often the carrier of a conversation. Confident and decisive, she very rarely doubts herself. She's very rarely overly serious or facetious, presenting herself as the situation calls.

She is very emotional, or more accurately, runs on the emotion of pleasure and seeks it out; in wine, in people, and in pass times. She is lazy alongside that, her seeking of power merely being a pretext to her seeking of enjoyment. She is reluctant at times, except in seeking pleasure. She is very argumentative, arrogant, and often violent to those she disapproves of. She can either inspire or intimidate, depending on which would seem more useful. Similarly, she /can/ be diplomatic, when she keeps her temper in check.

She is very untruthful, unless the truth helps her. She is very aggressive in her mannerisms, unless calm is called for, and even then she chafes at it; often coming off as abrasive. She is relatively content with herself, only seeking enough work in the Shadow Lords to keep her place and power. She's very suspicious of others, and tends to play things safely. She is not religious, nor believes in a higher power, and overall is of the chaotic evil alignment. She'll happily abandon others, if it gives her an advantage

==Relationships==

Angantyr Vespar: "Such powerful Darkness! DELICIOUS! I simply MUST have it for myself!"

Maira: "Well worth the price in holding you. What's a few broken bones for a lovely little doll to play with? And she's just the first. Thanks, little strumpet~"

Vohstra: "My most loyal, and attending vassal! You've done well. Someone's getting a raise~"

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

Zerum: "What an interesting little hobby~. Third rate, but you'll do."
==Art==
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Prisons and Mercenaries

2014-03-22T21:16:35Z

ChurchMouse: Log go

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2014/03/20
|Location=Vector
|Synopsis=Rakassa meets her prisoner, and makes deals.
|Cast of Characters=Rakassa, Zerum Valos
|pretty='yes'
}}
:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Rakassa strolls into the holding area, admiring her handiwork; she had this particular cell created to exacting specifications. Plastic and other non-metal materials hard enough to stand up to any amount of cage-rattling, and general abuse her prisoner might be able to dish out. So far, it's worked, particularly given she's kept him nice and tied up. There's a dull sound as Rakassa knocks on the prison bars. She frowns. Not as good as metal ones, but it'll do. "Ohhhh wakey wakey~" Sing-songs the woman, before she laughs. "How is my favorite prisoner doing? How are the accomodations? Ahh, at least you haven't been lonely!" There's a sick, twisted grin on her face. A guard behind her laughs loudly, before she looks back and glares. He shuts up, mumbles, and quickly heads out the room. She then pulls up a (non-metal!) chair and takes a seat. She looks at him like some kinda of spider before an insect; hungry.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' To say that Zerum Valos was contemptful towards Rakassa would have been an understatement, given that he was trussed up even though he was already inside of a cell. Though, in all fairness, this was probably mainly for the duration of her visit, and upon departure, he'd most likely be liberated of his malleable bonds, while, on the other hand, he'd still have bars, or walls that were immobile that would keep him from doing too much moving. Given Rakassa's sadistic streak, it was entirely possible she'd leave him like this, as well, since he was apparently her favorite prisoner, which caused him to emit a riposte concocted just for this occasion, "Your sardonic utterances are neither amusing, or witty.... so far. You probably tell everybody that they're your favorite, just to parody the kind of alleged 'privileged treatment' that they receive." The dark elf grumbles, when she pulls up a chair to examine him more closely, but then he gives a faint smile, "I preferred the drow female's companionship to yours, yes." Although, ironically enough, Rakassa did resemble a dark elf of certain sub-divisions, when accounting for her blue-tinted skin and tapered ears. "I can already guess why I'm here, you know. I kept in contact with him before he self-destructed. Yet, I suppose that since you can't get /him/, you decidedly settled for second-rate plunder, it must already be obvious to you by now that I possess a meager shadow of his potential; what I cannot figure out is exactly how you gained this information about both of us."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Rakassa chuckles. "How sharp~ You Valoses were always that way. Mmm. Not quite as sharp as /him/ though." She shrugs. "Actually, you're the only interesting one today. The other two died; too weak. You at least will probably live through what I do to you." She chuckles. "I thought so. Mmm, I wonder..." She goes silent a bit as he quite easily noses into her plan. Really, it doesn't matter. "Try third-rate. You're weak. Very weak. Buuut, you have enough of what I need for you to be worthwhile. Picking you up was cheap, and easy anyway. Not gonna tell you how I found it~" More sing-songy. "Mmm, I wonder though...do you like it here?" Her grin grows.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' Zerum frowns when he hears that the others perished, at which point he realizes that what's in store won't be pleasant, unless he can weasel his way into finding a compromise with the woman-- code of the Black Chevaleresque notwithstanding, he was still willing to bend on a few things intermittently. "Survival seems to be one of our attributes, yes. I'd call it a redeeming quality, but my cousin would have called it a curse, which was why he did what he did." When she claims that he's third-rate, he tries his best to undermine her efforts to belittle him, so as not to have his will broken so easily, "Yet.... I'm strong enough to resist your Slave-Crowns, which seem to be effective even on some of the hardiest individuals. That's why you're here. You can't make me a slave, so you can only kill me, or bargain with me, and you didn't go through all the trouble of taking me alive just to extract those samples. Well...." He chuckles, "Minus the one you had Miss Alazne kindly take from me, which I had no issue with surrendering. I do know that certain things 'spoil' rather quickly after the body dies.... Even then, you've now had pretty much the entirety of my bodily fluids for a good number of weeks, which disqualifies /that/ theory." The dark knight squirms a little bit, trying to get comfortable, regardless of his hamperings, "By 'here', do you mean this room? No. 'Here', as in the city in general, I can hardly say, seeing that I was considerably dazed when you had that bat and her drow servant haul me around." He shrugs, "In any event, here is the way I see things....." He raises a brow as he postulates with curiosity, "You want something from me, and you haven't yet gotten it. You're trying to figure out what I want from you, so that we can strike some kind of deal. But.... do feel free to correct me if I'm mistaken...."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Sigh. She leans back, frowning. She crosses her legs, kicking her feet up on the bars. "...You're no fun. That, too, is something that seems to run in your family. Alright, then, down to business. I need someone competent. Someone with a brain. And someone who isn't a coward. One /not/ in Vector. You're a mercenary, right? I'll hire you. Five thousand munny a job, more for the riskier ones. /And/, you get to get out of here. What do you say?"

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' Sighing, and rolling his eyes, Zerum remarks, "You think I care about munny? How daft are you?" He adorns a devilish smirk as he decides to throw Rakassa's way what might be construable as a curve-ball, "Hmmm... Well, not being fun /is/ something that people seem to say about me. And on that note, were you aware that magnesium is an element that is /vital/ to the existence of humanoid life forms? Hmmmm...." He nods his head, as if to reaffirm this as an important notation, before he delves further, ".....And, were you aware that magnesium is a metal?" One of the more insidious truths about the Valos family is that they tend to be educated, such that many have studied anatomy, or philosophy, mathematics-- this is something that /usually/ catches folks a little bit off-guard, since many people envision drows as just being nasty sprites that like to go around spreading meaningless chaos for the sake of appeasing their sadistic side. Zerum Valos is assuredly testing Rakassa, because she may, or may /not/ have entered the room knowing this little tidbit about herself, which could've made this little notification somewhat horrifying, since she was undeniably familiar with the extent of Zerum's magnetic powers. On the other hand, if she didn't suddenly wince, or tense her shoulders, that could've meant that she did understand in advance that she was entering the lion's den when she waltzed into Zerum's cell, and that a necessary part of reaping huge rewards always included large risks. A third possibility was that she didn't predict this, but is so brave that she's able to improvise in spite of the fact that if either decided to end the other's life, it would come down to who was the quickest on the draw. Was the dark elf planning on doing anything to her whether she proved courageous, craven, or somewhere in-between? Of course not, as that would complicate matters, considering that he was still in a giant plastic alcove-- but it wasn't a bluff, being that he didn't specifically state that he /intended/ to exploit Rakassa's vulnerability..... no, this was just a test to see how she'd respond. If there's one thing Zerum liked to do, it was to run scientific experiments..... and since he was in the Magitek Factory, it was the perfect location to do it, even if it was just a psychological one.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' "Poor picture of a noble you are." She fires right back, chuckling. Rakassa /smirks/. Then, she laughs. "Good thinking. I was wondering when you'd mention that. Yeah, yeah, I know. Do you know how many creatures I've cut apart and examined? You don't get into my line of work without knowing a bit about life." "You'd be a fool to kill me. Then, you'd be locked away to rot, deprived of any stimulation. Just stillness. And I don't think you're like the /other/ Valos. Wanna die of insanity, or starvation? Go on. Kill me." Then, she smiles. "But I wonder...are you like minded? Wanna probe the depths of knowledge, of what you can /do/ with things? With people? Come on. You're right. A chance to work with nearly unlimited resources...better price?"

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' At this point, Zerum is a little more impressed that Rakassa is fairly enlightened to some of the more cultured disciplines of the world, but he yet retains his moderately calm demeanor, even if he didn't manage to spook the Vectorite Admiral. "You were trying to hold out on me, so I had to put my ace on the table. Either you were hoping to see if I'd tolerate a piteous five-thousand munny, or if I'd insist that I was worth more than that....." He shakes his head, and scoffs, "You needed to know I was worth more, and I needed to let you know that I'm not a sucker." With that, a grin, "I'm actually not as like-minded to him as you might've imagined. I've only got one foot in the door of what that guy was into, thus..... I can be bribed. He never once begged for mercy when he was subject to the torment inflicted on him by Garland, after the Iifa Tree incident. Why? Because he believed in the domino-effect. He subscribed to inevitability." The dark elf twisted his body a little bit, still trying to adopt a more cozy position, which was difficult with his present physical limitations, "I'm more a free-will kinda guy, which means I think that what I do isn't completely futile.... So, access to resources would be a lot more promising than a few round pieces of metal. But tell me, if you'd be so kind, are you more of a free-will type, or a domino-effect believer?"

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' "What can I say, I enjoy cheating people like that." She listens. Then, she smiles. "Me? Call me a believer in being able to shift things to your advantage. Other than that? I work with the nows. Not with something so useless as philosophy." "You want this 'Garland' to beg, then? Deal. And the experiments too." After all, taht'll help /her/.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' Zerum tilts his head perplexedly, "I don't care what Garland does; that business was between him and Gidarch." Following this, he sneers, disapprovingly, "Useless? You're ignorant to say that. Everything that makes you sapient is based on your belief-systems, otherwise you'd be operating on instinct, or not at all, if you were a rock." Suddenly a mildly sheepish look comes over his countenance, "Well.... aside from rocks who formerly went by the same surname as myself, that is!" After all, Zerum was made of flesh, which made it a little easier for him to relate to Rakassa, which was presumably why they could relate, whereas some folks just couldn't communicate because they were too alien to those with whom they may have attempted to associate. ".....But I was going to get to my point, before you derailed us, Miss Rakassa. Since I believe in free-will, that means I have an appreciation for the legitimacy of amassing data so that one can supposedly make informed decisions, which, as you realize, would not be applicable if I felt that everything was predetermined." Then, to bring his explanation to a close, the dark knight elaborates, "The more information you have, the more incisive your capacity to take the appropriate course of action. And that begs the question..... what is knowledge, in its most fundamental manifestation?" He grins widely-- he knows Rakassa doesn't have the answer to this one; on the contrary, she might not even care, but if she wants his cooperation, she might at least entertain his rambling by inquiring as to the answer, assuming she doesn't know it. If she /does/ know it, or thinks she knows it, then Rakassa would unquestionably be able to endear herself to Zerum even more, and mayhap earn a little additional loyalty by at least taking a stab at trying to formulate a response.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' By this point, Rakassa is leaning back, and looking as though she's only pretending to listen. She even adopts the arms-folded-behind-the-head motion that speaks of utter boredom. Which is probably true, but inwardly, she's listening. No, she has to cultivate a 'higher than you' look here. Both for her pride, and for propriety's sake. After all, she's talking to a prisoner. "Data." Is her answer. It's said without a moment's hesitation. "Facts, information...all of that, put into useful context. Where a person lays their head at night. The melting point of mithril. The number and placement of bones in a warg. Anything inhereently useful when applied to a task."

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' In Zerum's mind, she was a little bit off the mark. He shakes his head, "Disagree. Phenomena is what I'd call information when it is applied to whatever its unavoidable destiny, but I wouldn't call knowledge something that one knows that can be put to a 'useful' context, because knowledge may also be misused, and cause failure, or, it can be acquired without ever finding itself being applied." He finally becomes still for a bit, deciding that he won't be able to feel relaxed until he's in a better state, "Knowledge is perception committed to memory." The dark knight's head oscillates, "Knowledge should be defined in this way because.... without physical stimuli that is present to be absorbed by the senses, there is nothing to be known, and without a location into which to place the aforementioned knowledge, that which could be known would not be able to be utilized for even the most minute fraction of time......" "Ergo, I say, something must be assimilated, and simultaneously lodged, to be utilized, otherwise, you have a ray of light travelling from one end of the universe to the other, but nothing to acknowledge its existence, and therefore, there is no knowledge to be possessed, and no possesser to possess it." He unconsciously wiggles around, "Therefore.... I need both a greater memory, and the power to piggyback on the experiences of other conscious entities, to attain the maximum amount of knowledge possible." The elf looks from side to side, then back at Rakassa, "That is my price. Knowledge."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Yaaaawn. Rakassa rudely does so right in the middle of Zerum's little informative speech. Indeed, she almost seems to be nodding off, when he says something that truly gets her attention. "...You little /wretch/." The way she says it, it's as though she's happy about what he's implying. "You want to see people's memories...no. No. You want more than that. You want to know a person inside out, and all of their experiences. Perverted little noble, what a voyeur. Heh. You'd fit right in." Then, she grins. "Yeah. Yeah, we can work towards that. Sounds fun." She sounds a little excited by now.

:'''[[Zerum]] has posed:''' Zerum simply shrugs, "Don't deny that you already do the same thing, to some effect." He lazily allows his eyelids to droop as though feeling uninterested in her insults, "What do you do all day long? You go around seeing things, and inwardly labeling them. When you don't know what something is, you label that so that you can figure out how to identify it more quickly for the future, to allow you to manipulate it more efficiently than when that object had no real purpose. Then you stick one label on top of another to narrow it down, for instance.... figuring out the different parts of an object that you've assigned a purpose." He flounders a bit, "I'm glad you think I'd fit right in here, but these cords are not what I want to fit into, so let's start with you taking them off..... it's not as if having them on me does you much good, since being in a plastic room already makes me about as powerless as I can possibly be." Well, not unless she has some kind of fetish for seeing young men cinched up.... in which case, it did serve a function, but the dark elf could always hope that he wasn't being mentally used for some kind of sick fantasy belonging to Rakassa.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Oi, she needs a drink. If this were Queegma, she'd just shut him up. But here, she can't just throw around her weight. "Riiight. Labels. Well, I won't deny it. Part of my job to know assets." Rakassa halts her leaning, staring at the trussed up elf. She tilts her head this way and that, admiring him. It's likely to swiftly become a bit creepy due to the way she's staring. And it doesn't stop. That may very well answer Zerum's inner question. Especially when she takes a picture. With a heavy sigh, she stands. Walking out, she comes back with a guard; no metal on this one, though that spear he's carrying looks like it's pretty sharp despite being plastic. The man will open the cell, and unlock Zerum's cuffs. "Get going." He orders.

Artemis Eurus

2014-03-06T19:02:14Z

ChurchMouse: Adding artwork to Artemis' page with player's permission

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Artemis
|lastname=Eurus
|age=25
|image=Artemis.jpg
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=6'0"
|weight=*Unsheathes sword*
|series=Final Fantasy Tactics
|styles=Masked Samurai
|hometown=Ivalice
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=New Zodiac Braves
|occupation=Samurai
|themesong=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ymBWHRZSxI
|quote="Vengeance...it has become my bread and butter. I will not add Oathbreaker to my crimes."
|footer=Fought Louis LeBlue on the Plains of Sabil.
}}
==Character History==

Artemis grew up in Zeltennia, a kingdom often at war. Her father Henrik was a military official of high rank, well known and respected even beyond their borders. Her family is of the minor nobility, raising in ranks through hard work and talent. Art's mother was a well known healer, a gentle woman with an iron determination Artemis most certainly inherited.

Artemis was the second child, born 5 years after her brother Louis, who was very protective of her while she was small and an excellent companion and teacher as she grew into maturity. The two would spar for hours upon hours as children until Louis was sent off to the Academy. It was a lonely few years before she talked her parents into sending her to the Academy as well, which they did once she came of age.

As Louis was quite a warrior, he became well known quickly. He was large, strong, handsome and talented; very popular, though he never let it get to his head. Upon graduation, Louis decided he would become a Templar for the Church, a respectable if somewhat unexpected choice.

Artemis had no desire to follow him there, but did follow in his footsteps in terms of reputation. She took her training very seriously, focusing on martial arts and the katana, becoming a deadly force the army looked forward to recruiting eagerly. Indeed, there was talking that she would likely find herself among the elite fighting force.

Unfortunately, before Artemis could complete her time at the Academy, something truly terrible happened. While both Artemis and Louis were home for a holiday, Artemis overheard and argument between her brother and her father. It was not long before she heard a sword drawn and rushed in just in time to see her brother impale her father on his sword. Artemis was so shocked she was struck dumb, unable even to scream. Louis came at her then with his sword still stained with their father’s blood. Artemis drew her weapon and the two fought fiercely, but Louis triumphed, knocking her out in the end.

Artemis woke to find Louis was gone and her father was dead. She swore over his corpse to avenge him, even though that meant she would need to kill her beloved brother.

Then, with no idea what else to do, Artemis took off into the wilderness and disappeared for two years, putting on a mask to hide her face to either hide her identity, or for a more complicated, psychological reason.

It is only in the last few months that she began to hear stories of the heretic Ramza, who was wanted by the Church and who had been to the Academy as well. Perhaps he might know something about her brother. Perhaps, it is time to come back to the world...

==Personality==

Artemis is a very intense individual. In everything she commits herself to she is dedicated, almost to obsession. She is quite a strong woman, though not as hard as one might expect. She is not without sympathy or empathy, indeed, she seeks to uphold what is good and true. Honor is extremely important to her. She follows her own code of honor based on the beliefs and ideals of her father and her ancestors.

Above all else, Artemis is a warrior. Growing up in Zeltennia, war has always been a part of Artemis’ life. Her father was a warrior, and her brother after him. It seemed natural to follow in their footsteps. The martial arts were her passion, and she trained from a young age with obsessive dedication and meticulous discipline.

Always a very serious child, Artemis had very few real friends. Her older brother was her closest friend, first teacher, and idol. Though five years her senior, Louis and Artemis were extremely close. Artemis admired and adored him, wanting to be just like him; the finest of warriors. Though she has not had many friends, she is not opposed to making them and is not socially awkward. She was trained to move around in social circles by her noble family and can be quite charming; she simply has been known to keep a distance from most she meets due to her fierce nature and interest in fighting.

In battle, Artemis is ferocious. Brutal, even. For while she fights for peace, she /enjoys/ fighting. To her, a good fight is like a religious experience. She does not deny her wild side, nor that she has a battle lust--though she does not let it take over her mind and good senses. Even in the rush of battle, honor comes first. Artemis reveres the summon Odin as the epitome of a warrior, coming quite close to worshipping him, which they Church would not doubt find heretical.

While the art of war is certainly her passion, it is not her only passion. Artemis has a deep abiding appreciation for tea. Again, almost an obsession. If ever there is peace in the world, Artemis would like to retire to grow and sell her own tea.

Additionally, Artemis manages to retain a disitinctly feminine and often downright sensual air. She is not ashamed of her body, her gender, or her desires, yet another oddity that has often set her apart in the society she grew up in. She has always been a bit of a “bad girl” in that she pursues her desires with little regard to what others think of her, especially evident in her affair with a teacher while she was a student.

Since taking off on her own, Artemis has become even more wild, surviving on her own in the wilderness for an extended period of time. She is an excellent hunter, can build shelter, set traps, identify edible wild plants, etc. She is comfortable in the wild places of the world despite her city upbringing.

==Abilities==

[[file:Artemis-FK-Profile.gif‎]]

==Artwork==

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==Relationships==

= Logs =
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Rakassa

2013-12-12T02:37:07Z

ChurchMouse: fixed

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|image=Rakassapic.jpeg
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamasa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Gestahlian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian Admiral
|themesong="Eulogy of Ruin" - Michiko Naruke
|quote="A life of pain isn't worth living. A life of pleasure? Worth every second one can grasp."
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the demonic being known as Wrexsoul, the blossoming Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to build her portfolio for vaster tenure, and more covertly, to work for her own gain within the order of the Shadow Lords.

==Personality==

Rakassa is a very social person at heart; a manipulator and seeker of attention. She's often the carrier of a conversation. Confident and decisive, she very rarely doubts herself. She's very rarely overly serious or facetious, presenting herself as the situation calls.

She is very emotional, or more accurately, runs on the emotion of pleasure and seeks it out; in wine, in people, and in pass times. She is lazy alongside that, her seeking of power merely being a pretext to her seeking of enjoyment. She is reluctant at times, except in seeking pleasure. She is very argumentative, arrogant, and often violent to those she disapproves of. She can either inspire or intimidate, depending on which would seem more useful. Similarly, she /can/ be diplomatic, when she keeps her temper in check.

She is very untruthful, unless the truth helps her. She is very aggressive in her mannerisms, unless calm is called for, and even then she chafes at it; often coming off as abrasive. She is relatively content with herself, only seeking enough work in the Shadow Lords to keep her place and power. She's very suspicious of others, and tends to play things safely. She is not religious, nor believes in a higher power, and overall is of the chaotic evil alignment. She'll happily abandon others, if it gives her an advantage

==Relationships==

Angantyr Vespar: "Such powerful Darkness! DELICIOUS! I simply MUST have it for myself!"

Maira: "Well worth the price in holding you. What's a few broken bones for a lovely little doll to play with? And she's just the first. Thanks, little strumpet~"

Vohstra: "My most loyal, and attending vassal! You've done well. Someone's getting a raise~"

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

==Art==
[http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Animixter/media/d22a998b-4a57-4e4b-933d-7ad55417f559_zps108238be.jpg.html A wonderful commission by Animixter!]

Rakassa

2013-12-12T02:31:42Z

ChurchMouse: fixing pic hopefully

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|[File:rakassapic.jpeg|200px|thumb|left|alt text]]
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamasa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Gestahlian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian Admiral
|themesong="Eulogy of Ruin" - Michiko Naruke
|quote="A life of pain isn't worth living. A life of pleasure? Worth every second one can grasp."
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the demonic being known as Wrexsoul, the blossoming Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to build her portfolio for vaster tenure, and more covertly, to work for her own gain within the order of the Shadow Lords.

==Personality==

Rakassa is a very social person at heart; a manipulator and seeker of attention. She's often the carrier of a conversation. Confident and decisive, she very rarely doubts herself. She's very rarely overly serious or facetious, presenting herself as the situation calls.

She is very emotional, or more accurately, runs on the emotion of pleasure and seeks it out; in wine, in people, and in pass times. She is lazy alongside that, her seeking of power merely being a pretext to her seeking of enjoyment. She is reluctant at times, except in seeking pleasure. She is very argumentative, arrogant, and often violent to those she disapproves of. She can either inspire or intimidate, depending on which would seem more useful. Similarly, she /can/ be diplomatic, when she keeps her temper in check.

She is very untruthful, unless the truth helps her. She is very aggressive in her mannerisms, unless calm is called for, and even then she chafes at it; often coming off as abrasive. She is relatively content with herself, only seeking enough work in the Shadow Lords to keep her place and power. She's very suspicious of others, and tends to play things safely. She is not religious, nor believes in a higher power, and overall is of the chaotic evil alignment. She'll happily abandon others, if it gives her an advantage

==Relationships==

Angantyr Vespar: "Such powerful Darkness! DELICIOUS! I simply MUST have it for myself!"

Maira: "Well worth the price in holding you. What's a few broken bones for a lovely little doll to play with? And she's just the first. Thanks, little strumpet~"

Vohstra: "My most loyal, and attending vassal! You've done well. Someone's getting a raise~"

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

==Art==
[http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Animixter/media/d22a998b-4a57-4e4b-933d-7ad55417f559_zps108238be.jpg.html A wonderful commission by Animixter!]

Rakassa

2013-12-12T02:29:03Z

ChurchMouse: added a pic by que!

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|image=rakassapic.jpg
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamasa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Gestahlian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian Admiral
|themesong="Eulogy of Ruin" - Michiko Naruke
|quote="A life of pain isn't worth living. A life of pleasure? Worth every second one can grasp."
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the demonic being known as Wrexsoul, the blossoming Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to build her portfolio for vaster tenure, and more covertly, to work for her own gain within the order of the Shadow Lords.

==Personality==

Rakassa is a very social person at heart; a manipulator and seeker of attention. She's often the carrier of a conversation. Confident and decisive, she very rarely doubts herself. She's very rarely overly serious or facetious, presenting herself as the situation calls.

She is very emotional, or more accurately, runs on the emotion of pleasure and seeks it out; in wine, in people, and in pass times. She is lazy alongside that, her seeking of power merely being a pretext to her seeking of enjoyment. She is reluctant at times, except in seeking pleasure. She is very argumentative, arrogant, and often violent to those she disapproves of. She can either inspire or intimidate, depending on which would seem more useful. Similarly, she /can/ be diplomatic, when she keeps her temper in check.

She is very untruthful, unless the truth helps her. She is very aggressive in her mannerisms, unless calm is called for, and even then she chafes at it; often coming off as abrasive. She is relatively content with herself, only seeking enough work in the Shadow Lords to keep her place and power. She's very suspicious of others, and tends to play things safely. She is not religious, nor believes in a higher power, and overall is of the chaotic evil alignment. She'll happily abandon others, if it gives her an advantage

==Relationships==

Angantyr Vespar: "Such powerful Darkness! DELICIOUS! I simply MUST have it for myself!"

Maira: "Well worth the price in holding you. What's a few broken bones for a lovely little doll to play with? And she's just the first. Thanks, little strumpet~"

Vohstra: "My most loyal, and attending vassal! You've done well. Someone's getting a raise~"

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

==Art==
[http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Animixter/media/d22a998b-4a57-4e4b-933d-7ad55417f559_zps108238be.jpg.html A wonderful commission by Animixter!]

File:Rakassapic.jpeg

2013-12-12T02:26:33Z

ChurchMouse: A picture by Queegma player of Rakassa! /Perfect/ work :D

A picture by Queegma player of Rakassa! /Perfect/ work :D

Faruja Senra

2013-12-10T23:31:15Z

ChurchMouse: Updated rose, que, morri, and shadow

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
! scope="col" width="150" | Name
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
|-
|-
|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
|-
|-
|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
|-
|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"...Which amongst thee be innocent, and which guilty? Lord guide me, that the corrupt be purged!"
|-
|-
|[[Count Valos]]||"Thy gift saved my life. May ye find peace at the lord's side."
|-
|-
|[[Cressidia]]||"Hmm. Loyal, virtuous, steadfast...but pure? I wonder."
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Any world that turns a proper nezu into a /human/ be quite upside down! Do remind me to never enter the Grid sober my dear."
|-
|-
|[[Hati]]||"Why, I do believe I must like disproving rumors. Heh."
|-
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"Where be thee, Ser Galvan? Lady 'Kara' and I have a welcome home gift. Bring a few elixirs. 'Tis necessary."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|-
|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Coping well, my dear? Far overdue for a visit."
|-
|-
|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"I have had quite enough of the Yevonite's Heretical 'Farplane'. Shall we avoid it in the future, my dear? At the least, ye have thy magic back, though I wonder if 'tis for good or ill..."
|-
|-
|[[Ophelia]]||"No better than a shadowy serpent to learn how to cavort in the shade. Perfect."
|-
|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shadow]]||"A true professional. Though 'twould not kill thee to speak more off of the job. 'Tis unhealthy, Ser!"
|-
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Shall that blade be a blessing, or curse? 'Tis a gift from God, but such gifts are what we make of them."
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Reliable and strong. Curious fashion sense though. Far too many chains for my liking. A Seeker, a friend, the sister of my dearest love. But a word, Ser Ulfang, and my blade is thine own!"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"...A lesser Burmecian would say that ye've been warned prior, dear Judge."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"For such a frail Gargoyle, ye've some knack for injury. Do remember that a broken-winged dove may be beautiful, but 'tis still quite lame. Let we headstrong knights take the blows, hmm?"
|}

==Enemies==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
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! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Beatrix]]||"It shall be my pleasure to rip thy heart from thy chest! And that sword shall make an excellent mantlepiece."
|-
|[[Blivon]]||"A Daemon-lover with eyes that see far too close to the truth. Shall ye be an enemy, or an ally? Methinks, sadly, this shan't end with less than blood."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Damnit!"
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
! scope="col" width="150" | Name
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
|-
|}

==Acquaintances==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
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! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Chita]]||"...Stubborn, useless Viera!"
|-
|[[Freya]]||"Mmm. Not immediately abhorrent. Polite. Thoughtful. Dragon Knight or nay, ye shall serve perfectly as a partner. Shall we, M'Lady?"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Queegma]]||"...Hmph. A knave, indeed, but something about this one...I must keep watch."
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
|-
|-
|[[Rosemarie]]||"...Ye walk a dangerous line. Friend or foe? Mmm. Difficult to say. AT least ye have manners."
|-
|-
|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
|-
|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
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|-
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! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Agrias Oaks]]||"It seems you were correct. Time to see things set to rights."
|-
|-
|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"A thousand deaths would not repay the harm inflicted upon Maira at thy hands. One shall have to suffice."
|-
|-
|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
|-
|[[Royce]]||"I do not take kindly to those whom masquerade as friends. There is a rope with thy name upon it. Hanging must be horrid, for one such ye. And that shall merely be the start."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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! scope="col" | Thoughts
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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
|-
|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
|-
|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"...My, my, my. That truth would come from the dishonored. Brave men and women all, yet I fear conflict and ideals shall ever drive us apart."
|-
|-
|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"You, Beoulve, are a good man. Far too good for such a corrupt age that we live within. Thank ye for all that ye've strove for, after I would not believe ye...and yet, methinks in the end we shall never truly see eye to eye. For I dream of the Lord's dominion, and of golden spires of Faith upon the many worlds. 'Tis a pity. Faram forgive those who must work as they feel best."
|
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

= Logs =
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= Cutscenes =
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Rakassa

2013-11-15T18:32:40Z

ChurchMouse: Commissioned art go!

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamasa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Gestahlian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian Admiral
|themesong="Eulogy of Ruin" - Michiko Naruke
|quote="A life of pain isn't worth living. A life of pleasure? Worth every second one can grasp."
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the demonic being known as Wrexsoul, the blossoming Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to build her portfolio for vaster tenure, and more covertly, to work for her own gain within the order of the Shadow Lords.

==Personality==

Rakassa is a very social person at heart; a manipulator and seeker of attention. She's often the carrier of a conversation. Confident and decisive, she very rarely doubts herself. She's very rarely overly serious or facetious, presenting herself as the situation calls.

She is very emotional, or more accurately, runs on the emotion of pleasure and seeks it out; in wine, in people, and in pass times. She is lazy alongside that, her seeking of power merely being a pretext to her seeking of enjoyment. She is reluctant at times, except in seeking pleasure. She is very argumentative, arrogant, and often violent to those she disapproves of. She can either inspire or intimidate, depending on which would seem more useful. Similarly, she /can/ be diplomatic, when she keeps her temper in check.

She is very untruthful, unless the truth helps her. She is very aggressive in her mannerisms, unless calm is called for, and even then she chafes at it; often coming off as abrasive. She is relatively content with herself, only seeking enough work in the Shadow Lords to keep her place and power. She's very suspicious of others, and tends to play things safely. She is not religious, nor believes in a higher power, and overall is of the chaotic evil alignment. She'll happily abandon others, if it gives her an advantage

==Relationships==

Angantyr Vespar: "Such powerful Darkness! DELICIOUS! I simply MUST have it for myself!"

Maira: "Well worth the price in holding you. What's a few broken bones for a lovely little doll to play with? And she's just the first. Thanks, little strumpet~"

Vohstra: "My most loyal, and attending vassal! You've done well. Someone's getting a raise~"

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

==Art==
A wonderful commission by Animixter! http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Animixter/media/d22a998b-4a57-4e4b-933d-7ad55417f559_zps108238be.jpg.html

Rakassa

2013-10-27T00:05:39Z

ChurchMouse:

Rakassa

2013-10-26T21:32:47Z

ChurchMouse: Added maira

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamasa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Gestahlian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian Admiral
|themesong="Eulogy of Ruin" - Michiko Naruke
|quote="A life of pain isn't worth living. A life of pleasure? Worth every second one can grasp."
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the demonic being known as Wrexsoul, the blossoming Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to build her portfolio for vaster tenure, and more covertly, to work for her own gain within the order of the Shadow Lords.

==Personality==

Rakassa is a very social person at heart; a manipulator and seeker of attention. She's often the carrier of a conversation. Confident and decisive, she very rarely doubts herself. She's very rarely overly serious or facetious, presenting herself as the situation calls.

She is very emotional, or more accurately, runs on the emotion of pleasure and seeks it out; in wine, in people, and in pass times. She is lazy alongside that, her seeking of power merely being a pretext to her seeking of enjoyment. She is reluctant at times, except in seeking pleasure. She is very argumentative, arrogant, and often violent to those she disapproves of. She can either inspire or intimidate, depending on which would seem more useful. Similarly, she /can/ be diplomatic, when she keeps her temper in check.

She is very untruthful, unless the truth helps her. She is very aggressive in her mannerisms, unless calm is called for, and even then she chafes at it; often coming off as abrasive. She is relatively content with herself, only seeking enough work in the Shadow Lords to keep her place and power. She's very suspicious of others, and tends to play things safely. She is not religious, nor believes in a higher power, and overall is of the chaotic evil alignment. She'll happily abandon others, if it gives her an advantage

==Relationships==

Maira: "Well worth the price in holding you. What's a few broken bones for a lovely little doll to play with? And she's just the first. Thanks, little strumpet~"

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

Turning The Tables…. Upside Down

2013-10-24T22:18:05Z

ChurchMouse: log go

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/10/23
|Location=Magitek Factory
|Synopsis= In dire need of rescue, Maira's friends are led by Shadow through the Mtek factory so that she might persevere, and last at least one more day. Presumably, after a fight against Rakassa and her hired guns, the heroes can expect many years to come, which is more than what can be said for the furnishings and equipment in the lab, as Angantyr turns the tables(and other machines) on their sides, after having metaphorically turned the tables on the vileness that is the Gestahlian Empire!
|Thanks=Everyone who attended, and especially Pumpkinhead and Que for running!
|Cast of Characters=Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Deelel, Pumpkinhead, Maira, Aerith, Angantyr Vespar, Ariel, Shadow, Merlock, Arthur Drover, Queegmaa, Rakassa
|pretty='yes'
}}
:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' The recent acquisition of Maira had bothered some, and enraged others, to the effect that some people had boldly decided to assemble some kind of effort to infiltrate Vector in order to rescue the woman who'd been wrongly imprisoned. However, 'one does not just walk into Vector', because its black gates are guarded by more than just elites-- there was evil that did not sleep, at least, not in the conventional sense! The Guardian needed to be recharged now and again, but it could be plugged in while still in full operation; beyond the fact that it didn't ever need slumber, this monstrocity had a power level rivaling that of Goddess, Doom, and Poltergeist themselves, which canonly could allow it to bar the path of Gestahl's most hardy masters of war, like General Leo. Crafted with superior materials to enable it to withstand undivine firepower, this abomination was a testament to Vector's ingenuity; the main entrance was not host to hundreds of Mtek Mechs, Sky Armors, and ground-infantry, all it needed was Guardian.... and Guardian could repel the likes of all which most of the World of Balance could've ever hoped to've thrown at it. The World of Ruin was a different animal, obviously, but even when the Heartless had engulfed the majority of the Balanced world, either they'd voluntarily left Gestahl's city alone, or somehow, all their efforts had been deflected, despite the fact that the Heartless weren't content to leave intact Maranda, Tzen, or Albrook, which could lead one to wonder if The Guardian had been primarily responsible in showing down the hordes of stygian insidiousness that had otherwise swallowed everything else in their path? Beyond the grand threshold of Vector Palace, there were adjacent openings, one of which was foolishly left relatively unguarded because the narrator cannot fathom what Squaresoft's script-writers were thinking when they put the plot together.... and isn't going to even attempt it! This fissure was the shaft into which mine carts trekked slowly, and steadily, transporting precious minerals that were pivotal to the assembly lines deep within the bowels of the Mtek Factory. Ex-Huntsman, and retired Vector Army Scout James Cardigan had been hired as a scout, who was a conscientious objector to the ongoings of his city's activities, and was given some leeway in helping the unit to penetrate the Magitek Factory to help reclaim their friend, before some unspeakable foulness was done to her, provided it hasn't already occured! One can hope for the best but with Vector at the helm, suspect the worst. The plan was for the protagonists to sneak through the rather large tunnels and work their way into the inner sanctum of the Mtek Factory, where the sinister Arch-Admiral Rakassa had designated work to be done on the poor Princess of Heart. In the same location, it was rumored that there were also other life-forms abound, that were held captive, and being drained of their essence! Presumably, consolidation was part of the military mind-set, and Maira would be amongst them, thus, easier to locate, at least according to the venerable Ex-Scout.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "I dun' like the looka dis--" "Then why did you-- INSIST on coming--" Ariel shoves shut the flap of the messenger bag that she's carrying... which is full of some prepared healing and buffing potions... and one, complaining crab. She doesn't exactly have the stealthiest abilities but, she at least isn't tripping over her own feet anymore. Today she's accompanying as an alchemist, to help her friends, and hope it's all going to be for the best. She smiles up as she makes sure the flap of her bag is still shut. The crab is muffled for the time being, his further complaints less than audible.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Among the intrepid adventurers was a woman with a denim jacket and dark blue jeans, her chestnut brown hair done up in the usual braid, her brown boots treading the path toward Vector. Her face bore a mask of dispassionate calm... but it wasn't like she wasn't angry. It was quite simply a manner of not letting it register on an emotional level. After all, if the enemy saw your anger, they would use it. She would focus it into the fight, making her best attempts to maintain her tranquility. She would use it to rescue her friend... who she hadn't seen in some time, honestly, Aerith had to rectify that after this was over. And then Sebastian began to speak, which broke the Cetra from her inner musings. She allowed herself a smile as Ariel stuffed him back into his hidey hole. "You know, you didn't have to come either." She looked over her right shoulder. "This isn't your fight. But I am glad you decided to help."

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' A more senior alchemist stands behind the princess. His outfit is more formal than usual, perhaps travelling clothes: long blue coat, same soft cap but in blue with gold trim. Arthur has a large closed case across his back - his bow case, recently refurbished. He had laid down the bow for almost a month now. It was not a pleasant circumstance to have to take it up. His body is arrayed with pouches and potions, lengths of wire and shining stones on gold strings. He has a belt knife cool in its sheath, of some almost-insubstantial material, like polished glass. Even the hilt is of that material, making it quite hard to see without squinting. It didn't often leave the door above his shop, but this was a special occasion. The rucksack on his back hangs heavy. Every now and then, the older smith pauses to rap his knuckles against the ground, tie his shoe - something which leads to him bending down. Extremely close inspection would reveal a small red stone being pressed between cobbles, pushed into gaps in gates. Perhaps most dangerously, a silver flute is tied to his waist. Its reed is stoppered with a complex metal seal that goes down the mouth of the instrument. He breathes deeply, adopting the air of doddering shopkeep and protractedly removing his cap to wipe his bald spot. Old adventurers didn't get that way by being the first in the castle gates.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' When a best friend is on the line, be prepared to face the full brunt of Avira's investigative fury. She's only visited Vector once before but upon discovering the origin of the staff left behind and getting a few admissions drawn out via interrrogation of the soldier she captured...well... she had to find things out. And boy did she find things out. Turns out Vector and it's associated Empire is /pretty awful/. She hadn't bought into the whole 'all empires are evil' thing before but this sort of makes it rather hard. Avira has lead the way through the tunnels below into the military facility. She's also been very quiet and oddly serious for the usual plucky adventurer. It's pretty obvious that Avira is damned worried.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr has come with the group. The mood is quiet, around him. He does not crack jokes, he does not say words, he keeps the group moving forward and doesn't take any lip or sass. His eyes are focused, determined, and full of anger. The Darkness, however, does not engulf him at random...it is perfectly calm, he keeps it honed like a knife, ready to deploy and unleash at a moment's notice...but those who know him best know exactly the fire storm of emotion that wait for be unleashed...and probably cringe to know what will befall the mastermind of who kidnaped his charge from him. He is worried, but he does not show weakness now...exploding into rage is such a weakness, so is lashing out at others. No, he keeps himself perfectly focused. Those sensitive to emotion can read it very loudly though. He's going to explode, it's not a matter of if, but when.

:'''[[Merlock]] has posed:''' There are stealthy, sneaky people and creatures who scout and spy and gather information. There is also information that simply happens into the possession of those with the will to act upon it. Sometimes these happenstances occur due to association, sometimes it is by mere accident. Whatever the explanation, knowledge that a Princess of Heart has been abducted and where she is (at least in a general sense) has found its way to Merlock, and that is reason enough for him to get involvede. The mysterious and ancient sorcerer practiced at remaining out of the lime light until it is the proper time to act has taken on the form of a cave spider, and as the intrepid heroes make their way through the tunnels and into the military facility, he finds the time to hitch a ride. Oh, don't mind a tiny spider. The fact it has a moustache and beard probably is in no way indicatory of it being anything but a completely innocent arachnid, doing whatever an arachnid can. Which mostly seems to be keeping an eye on these people. Whomever Merlock winds up hanging onto, he tries to stay out of sight, and away from any annoying animal companions more likely to spot him than humans/mermaids/ancients/whatevers who tend to dismiss tiny things out of hand. Thankfully Dijon did not accompany the sorcerer. Merlock considered ordering him to offer his services as a guide, but Dijon would be painfully out-of-place and this isn't a tour. It's a secret sneaking mission. Maybe good is dumb, but there is a certain line to be drawn about which complete strangers to trust when trying to rescue a friend. Also Dijon is stupid and would screw it up.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart heard about some machinations going on, mostly through the rumor mill at the bar. But to actually come see it in person, there was a step she didn't want to take lightly. But there she is. There's a reason of course. Aerith had 'drafted' her, or rather volunteered her. Its not like Tifa would have ignored a friend in need either, but when Aerith came in and told her 'come and save Maira', everyone's mind was already set pretty much. So who was she to ignore that? Well, she's not. And her heavy boots stomp along the road, as she holds a backpack in front of her chest, rummaging through it a bit. She's making sure she's carrying different kinds of potions and remedies, just in case. Never know what they are going to run into. "Ariel can defend herself, I've seen her fight before. But I'm not sure what to expect here either. I heard stories of their mechanical devices and other bad stories. Rumors, but there's no smoke withoure fire either."

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' Although he has come with the group, the dark clad ninja has not said a word since showing a writ that he was hired to accompany them. Someone paid quite a price to have him there-- but as to who this person is or why they hired a 'questionably reliable' ally is anyone's guess. Little of what he does shows that he is acting in the group's interest-- and he is voted most likely to betray people and have them all thrown in prison or worse. The dog looks reliable though. As the group navigates through Vector, Shadow does seem to have a firm grasp on where to go. How to avoid patrols-- what paths to take. It looks like he has become a bit of a ninja tour guide-- silently pointing here and there before moving on.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel had been busy and Maira was good friend, she wasn't as close to her as Avira was? Still it took only telling Deelel what was going on to get her to come. So here she is prepared to fight she's still carrying a bit more hardware than she normally does given what might happen. She has no idea what to expect in Vector she's heard of the magi-tek empire sure but it was some strange alien hybrid of science and magic that confused her some what. It be like somehow combining a basic and a user more so than the ISOs were. She follows Avira down the tunnel and is quite quiet as she moves silently awaiting what might befall them next, she has no idea just what's happening next. Still she's not planning on giving the ones that did this slack, no slack at all. This was a rather binary issue, they are bringing everything that's coming to them and Vector due to their own actions. Rescuing Maira was the most important thing after all, but Deelel suspects they are going to have to make it detrimental to this empire to keep hold of her.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "My friends are involved, so... it's my fight." Ariel smiles a little bit. "Plus, I... brought potions," she says, gesturing to the bag over her shoulder. "I... make them now. I thought it might help." Still, she seems a little shy about it. The other alchemist may be better. But she'll do her best. This place is super-spooky, she thinks, looking around... as Sebastian peeks out through a little hole in her bag's zipper. He happens to catch a glimpse of Shadow's dog at that moment and wishes he had not looked out.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' While sneaking in secret tunnels was all good, talking was not necessarily the best way to maintain one's imperceptibility. So from that point, Aerith remained silent, spreading her aura to the furthest walls. Better to detect potential hazards that way. Oh yes, she could feel the emotions of the others, and it was perfectly understandable. Admirable of some to put a muzzle and reins on it, which was precisely what was needed. But anger was very much like a powder keg in the fact that the smallest spark could light it. That couldn't happen here. Shadow, she'd met before, as well as his pet. The spy, she wasn't so sure about, but she had an understanding with his dog. In fact, she felt much safer with him around.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Days passed. Could it have been weeks? The girl with the red-gold hair had lost track of time. That in itself is not a new sensation. When she was younger and suffered from fevers often, she would be in and out of fever dreams, often unable to tell what was real and what a figment of her her fiery unconscious. The tubes, needles and beeping mahcine are not new either, though being used to them doesn't make her feel any better. It only serves to remind her of her childhood, alone besides Uist, her ghostly protector. Now, he's gone too. The only faces she has seen this past week or two have been various scientists--the ones who hurt her. Them, and one other. Rakassa. Shadow Lord. It was her who was behind all this, surely. She couldn't help but show herself to Maira. To gloat; to promise and to threaten. In the end though, it is the pain and the loneliness she will remember most--a haze of pain and despair. But there was always hope. "They'll come for me," she continued to say with such conviction. Every day those words became harder to speak; every day it was more important to say them. It is easy to hope in the beginning. It does not take much heart. It is much harder to continue to hope as time marches onward, seemingly uncaring, completely merciless. Maira still hoped. She knew they would come. It might take them a bit of time to locate her, but they would come. The young princess of Heart floats is encapsulated in a thick glass tube in a (obviously non-flamable) liquid substance, curled up with her knees toward her chest. Many wires and tubes are hooked into her flesh, the lines extending outward toward the top of the capsule, where they are attached to machines that bleep and boop and buzz. There are other capsules in the room, several of them filled, though those remain shrouded in darkness. A scientist stands by the machines with a clipboard, his pen tapping incessantly against the clipboard as he analyzes vital signs and whatever else they seem to be looking for. Tap. Tap. Tap tap tap. He is about to have a very, very bad day.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart smiles to Ariel, watching the long haired girl she's been meeting around often. "It doesn't matter the way you fight or how much effective you are when you do, but the feelings and meaning behind it. Lots of people fight without good reason, just to prove they are strong." She shakes her head "Aerith knows about that too. Soemtimes strength alone isn't enough either." She slings her backpack over back again, after making sure of its contents "I hope Maira is okay at least."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Hallways filled with railcars, tracks, as well as the occasional patrol of lightly armed soldiers are passed by quickly enough. Even with Angantyr's anger, a complaining crab, and a certain barmaiden's boots being far too loud, the guidance of one James Cardigan and Shadow manage to get the group along the shaft without being spotted. It's a trek involving quite a bit of dust and rock-bits getting on everyone's clothes though. Hope everyone has a good dry cleaner on speed dial! The Scout's job ends, however, as they finally make it to the entrance of the Magitek Factory proper. Strangely enough, the doors in aren't guarded. James gives a salute, and fades into the shadow, before nodding to the Ninja. The scout likes that guy. He seems legit. The ninja is also given directions into the area where Maira is most likely held, if he doesn't know them already. An entry, that may just seem slightly less guarded than one might think to the trained eye. Within the facility itself, amid it's gleaming metal, churning gears, and various Magitek Armors being created along the many conveyer belts and cranes in the building, the guards make regular patrols and even some stalk the halls with great hulking magitek armors. Yet, with some creative direction changing, they're all too easily slipped by. It's not a drastic change from the norm, but it's certainly not what one might expect from such a valuable place. The area where Maira is being held is a simple metal room: uncomfortable, but very spacious, it's filled with scientific equipment, scientists, and of course the glass tube in which Maira is floating. There's several others in the room, of the non-scientific variety as well. Rakassa, Shadow Lord and Admiral of Vector, stands with a smile as she looks in on their 'guest'. Dressed in black leathers over a uniform today, she's tall, with pointed ears and blue-tinged skin. Tapping on the glass with one sharp fingernail, she laughs. "Gooooood morning, my sweet! The Lady of the Hour, in fact! How are you? Comfortable? Should I get you a pillow in there? Or a smoke?" Mocks the woman, her grin shark-like. "You don't know just /how/ much you've advanced science, and magic. And you won't. Because when you're all used up, well...unlike /those/ ones, your corpse is useless." She motions towards a container of various crystals: all once Espers, now Crystals for the use of the Empire. Outside, the door's unlocked, and unguarded.

:'''[[Merlock]] has posed:''' Oh, shi--It's a dog! And not even a NORMAL dog like Goofy or the Beagle Boys, but one of those freaky OTHER WORLD DOGS who don't even have normal person bodies. They are bad and they should feel bad. Merlock just feels he should keep out of sight even more than usual, and thus he can only listen to the conversation -- what there is of it -- from the safety of Arthur's hat.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "She would be glad you are here, miss." Addressed to the red head, the comment is terse but not unkind. Drover turns his eyes toward Avira then, but he doesn't speak to her - they are somewhere beyond words now. Somewhere beyond rage. But there is an important mask to be kept up. He wasn't allowed to take too many risks, he wasn't allowed to be the same kind of person he could be when adventuring alone. And that girl was in trouble. "When we are done here, I think she should recuperate in the Camp. She built those hot springs, she ought to reap the benefit..." He seems to say it to no one, apropos of nothing. But already, the artisan has designed a system of traps and defenses. And the entirety of VALKYRI would have no problem sitting up over her bed, when all was done - there would be no place safer, after this. Arthur himself reaches into his bow case, the tunnel is not unpleasant, but he is nervous underground. The arrow he pulls from his bag is sharp. The end is curved like a bird's talon, and purple-white smoke beads off it onto the ground. He considers nocking it now, to vent his anger onto the first hostile thing rounding a corner. The smith suppresses the impulse, they might need it. And then they arrive. Pausing at the gate, as the scout takes his leave, Arthur bends down and spends some time pouring a liquid from the doorposts up and across the lintel. He blows gently on it and it sings with silver light which fades in moments. Every now and then as they walk, he does this, using it as an excuse to take up the rear and prepare to mark the way back. He is engrossed in his work and does not notice the spider. It would only be one bug among many anyway...

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr continues to to walk through the back ways of Vector. Angnatyr was angry, but he was no fool...though he was a giant man made of muscle and armor. The facility comes into view, and their guide leaves...which becomes time to leave him. He frowns...this certainly won't come back to bite them on the ass...but whatever. He doesn't have time to care about the Genre savvyness he has. He'll brute force it. The walk through the facility is little different, magitek armor is everywhere, in various states of completion, and Shadow manages to keep them from detection thanks to his Ninja info Cards. However, the doors that provide access to the place where Miara come into view. And then Angantyr, wordlessly lets it rip. His eyes narrow, and a large amount of darkness pours out of him, draining from the wellspring that was his existance, and wrapping around him like smog. It merges with his armor, the ratty looking platemail becoming Abyssal plate, looking into it seemed to be staring into forever itself...and the eyes where the helmet would rest only show a crimson red. And then the door gets kicked right in the door part. In one hand the keyblade rests, the Tyrant Breaker, ready to start cleaving through anyone dumb enough to get in his way.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods to Arthur, but falls quiet immediately as they're getting close to the point of no-return. She isn't going to be the one standing in front. So, holding her bag of poitions (and crab) tight, she braces herself. The bag seems to be rattling a little from shaking inside. But no time for fear! The door is already kicked! She has a moment of fussing around, but then starts handing out potions. "...Here," she says, passing some to Tifa, and Aerith, and Dee, since she's not too far. She'll just have to keep handing them out. "I guess we're... rescuing right now!"

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' Interceptor barks quietly at Aerith. He wags his little tail-- being all puppy around the right people. The large creature whines-- ears perking to a disturbance as he heads away. Does it sense a Merlock. Sniff. Sniff. Distraction! The large mutt heads to the ninja as they reach the factory proper. With the Scout gone, Shadow tilts his head in a light cant to the man as he leaves. They don't need a lot of words for the mutual respect of a job done cleanly. Speaking of work to do, he looks out to the group of rescuers. Just a look-- then he turns and guides the group further into the factory. It is loud here-- and there are plenty of misleading paths, traps, and patrols that need careful avoidance. The ninja goes through them as if he had done in dozens of times before. Who knows-- maybe he has. The trick now is doing it with a group of people and not getting caught before they reach the prisoner. Rounding a corner they hear the heavy steps of a guard. They cant come back the way they came. It doesn't look good. The ninja takes out a small paper talisman and puts it onto the ground. His hands fold together and he focuses. The guard walks past them-- somehow not noticing the large group of heros. The paper fades to ash and dust as the ninja opens his eyes again. Shadow cants his head to the group as they go where the guard once came from. Then they are there-- or at least outside of it. He stops taking point now-- letting the others rush in. It is usually about this time the ninja might vanish-- but his plans won't go as intended once again.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel was not happy, if she could see how Maira was the program would be pleased at all, it hark back to nightmares she's had herself of certain things. However she's not aware right now, she has however if anyone is noticing a good half dozen if not more things attached to her legs which look like hockey pucks she was reaching for one until Ang did this thing. "Once we find Maira? I have some presents to leave for the Imperials Ang." She keeps moving now and she does have a staff out, she's been making use of the light staff as bit as of lat it has it's use after all and she has to take note of all this non digital technology was impressive but the use it's been pit to is very dark ends. The program was already running certain process at rates a human mind would not be able to cope she's also mapping their route and she follows Ang in, ready for likely a fight sooner or later. She'll restrain herself on living human grunts and the like but anything else well now? She understands soldiers have their function but if the system admin have gone crazy like CLU has well now? you got to go after them.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur pauses next to the program, watching the door get kicked in. Oh well. Stealth isn't happening. Even as the rush happens, he pauses in place - the smith does not run, for anything. From one pocket, he draws a tiny silver flask, as opposed to the often retrieved gold one. This gets opened, and a long draught of the liquor-cut-with-potion is drawn past his lips. Vigor floods his old limbs, and the man passes the flask around to those nearest for the sake of courage and health. "One drink before, one after." The other hand smears the light-potion along the walls. Not for him the frenzied charge, he doesn't have Angantyr's legendary strength or fortitude. He just brought the refreshments.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Just the faintest bit of smouldering rage resides in Avira's brown eyes. Angantyr here will easily feel all the fury for her. For now she struggles to keep her head clear and thinking straight in case things go really south-or if they have to sneak past a staggering amount of guards. "I agree." she says quietly to Arthur, happy to have a similarily sane head here with her. Her sneaking is immpeccable, though certainly not as good as the bonafide ninja amongst their ranks. Her appreciation for his services goes unvoiced...but not unpaid in his case. Avira paid this guy up front. Silently, she withdraws her weapon once she spies Angantyr slowly growing into that darkness-covered 'demon' she's come to expect from him.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart takes Ariel's potion with a smile, putting it down into a front pocket for later. She watches the door knocking, whistling to herself. Well, nice power there. That door looked sturdy, she didn't want to try knocking it down herself at least. She might have done it, but it might have been painful too. At least there are strong people to help out. She moves over on the side of the knocked door, taking a look inside. Everyone seems to be ready to power their way through, so she decides to toss her lot into it as well, using her haste magic on a few of the companions.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' More tapping. It echoes annoyingly. She feels like a fish in too small of a tank, tapped on by bratty children at a pet store. She should pretend to be asleep--pretend she didn't hear. But instead, Maira's eyes open and turn toward Rakassa. Though she has been drugged and suspended in liquid, unable to use her fire magic, the amber of her eyes seem to glow with the stifled magic inside of her, flicking with rage and the promise of retribution. Maira then slowly, silently, raises her middle finger in Rakassa's direction at just about the time Angantyr decides it is time to kick down the door. Maira smiles. BGM! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jg7kgLam_AM

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded and stood as the dark knight rammed the doors open with his foot. Simple, effective, and very, very brutal. She could feel the anger radiating off of him now, in full, brute force. Without looking, she takes the potion and drinks it in one shot, then takes a good look into the room... ...And almost loses her composure. Flashes of memory plague her mind. The tubes, the chambers full of fluid, the drone of machinery... her eyes narrowed, hands clenched into fists. It was the same as in the Tower. She'd been treated this way too, like some kind of lab rat, only good for one purpose. It lasted a few brief moments, but it was enough. This was why they had to be stopped, all of them. Still, best not to let this get too much out of control. She wasn't the one to take point just yet, let Angantyr handle that. She did however summon forth a mote of pale green light, only to close her right hand around it. With a flash, her Spirit Staff comes into view, glowing with a white sheen. The time for subtlety was over.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' The flood of pure Darkness as Angan dons his Abyssal Armor sets the Shadow Lord (Lady?) within to a Cheshire grin. She licks her lips. The hatred, the anger, the lust for destruction...it was /delicious/! Shivering with delight, she looks away from the poor woman she's had used as fodder for an experiment for the last week or so. Fire, retribution, and a single finger. Rakassa tilts her head. "Good to know there's some life left in you. And some fire for that matter. Makes your magic all the more useful. That's right. Cling to hope, faith, hatred for me...whatever you want. It's useless. We've already won, after all." Cue the metal door thrust by Angantyr's foot. Luckily, both tube and Admiral are built to the /side/ of the room rather than the center. Unfortunately, Angantyr's kick is a little bit off today; while it's kicked off it's metal hinges, it goes wide. Wham! Sparks fly as it embeds itself into a bit of machinery. Just to the right of the door-made-indent, there's a big red button. It reads 'Alarm'. Rakassa turns, raising her arms towards the group with that same grin that could belong to a salesman, or some carnivorous animal. "What EXCELLENT timing! Welcome, welcome! Friends of the girl? Oooh...and I like /YOU/! Haaaah! Such Darkness within! Such bravery, really, I'm touched by you all. Making it past all of those guards, too...I wonder...oh? Oh!" Her gaze turns to Shadow. "...Mmm. I see, I see. Regardless! You've all done well, and therefore, I must reward you!" Her hands motion to the girl in the tube. "Take her. Go on, take her for yourselves. But! You have one more trial to pass, my intrepid, oh-so-idiotic wastes of breath that this pathetic...if useful...girl has managed to make!" Turning, she motions to two others in the room, who are very much /not/ scientists. One, a knight, the other, a fallen samurai. "My beautiful, lovely knight...kill them. Show me the progress you've made." With that, the woman stalks towards a door opposite of the one that the others came in, on the other side of the room. "Oh. Retainer. Help our new friend out. Make sure they don't swarm them, hmm? Try that little trick you showed me earlier." With that, she's out the door, mechanical whirring of an elevator quickly following. A quick look above, and behind what may just be bullet proof glass, Rakassa waits and observes. Unfortunately, thanks to a loudspeaker installed, they can still hear her voice. "Now fight to the death! Come on! Entertain me, now!" She cackles, the loudspeaker in the room driving static across the room.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' One should never assume that an individual who'd arisen to the rank of Shadow Lordship was shortsighted, unless only physically so; metaphorically speaking, the good admiral didn't have all her eggs in one basket, and possessed quite an array of underlings who did her bidding. Really, Queegmaa was Rakassa's most useful, if not also her most craven minion-- in spite of this, she considered her top lieutenant to be Captain Vohstra(the fallen samurai), who the Admiral was trying to shape into a suitable Shadow Lord in his own right, someday. At one time, Rakassa had managed to groom a warrior into a perfect disciple, until he was proven imperfect when he'd been put to the test; Vohstra struck down this pupil of Rakassa's, unbeknownst to the now-captain that this masterpiece was to help Rakassa slowly conquer Vector from within. Far tougher in body and in emotional discipline than in actual intellectualism, Vohstra won the admiral's favor by having smote her most powerful creation, and now he was unwittingly being molded into her next Rembrandt, in order to replace the proto-type who'd succumbed to total ruination. Vohstra was approximately six feet and some inches, with a robotic left arm that looked to be outfitted with sinister claws, nonetheless, this was not his weapon of choice! The captain appeared on the scene with a yari(spear) which was retractable, and easily drawn from its holster, while his attire likened itself to a mixture between traditional Imperial garb, plus the eastern Domese retainer gear, demonstrating that some foreign influences had taken root in his psyche, while he'd been stationed off-shore from the Southern Continent, back in the World of Balance(hitherto be referred to as the WoB). His hair was long, and sky blue in color(for that matter, most of his ensemble was comprised of dark or light blues, whites, and silvers), while his face was youthful and fair, but his body was definitely masculine, if on the lean side, like that of a quarterback. The good captain also had a freshly-healed scar across his neck, transparently signifying that he'd recently eluded what could've been a tragic end! (To anyone who can sense elemental affinities, his is water/ice) He was decked out in his armor, since he was on the clock, and as if to further convey his eccentric nature, he had installed into his mechanical arm two watches that were separately wound, but synchronized, simultaneous to housing three watches on his right wrist which each told approximately the same time, and were unified in their testimony to chronology's passage. Vohstra was very punctual.... he didn't like to be late or early, and when he was not on the clock.... he would not spend a second longer acting the part of the imperial, for even if he was a 'patriot', his nationalism wasn't as deeply ingrained as the alleged jingoist ideology Rakassa professed so profusely, which was actually false, in her case-- for he was sincerely serving the empire, to the letter, whereas the admiral's front was that of an absolute loyalist in conviction, while in actuality, she was working under Malificent..... or more importantly, for herself! For the time being, it seemed the laboratory was under seige, and being given the command to attack the enemies, Vohstra clenched his fists together, drawing forth an incantation that mandated nearly the entirety of his concentration, as he forged a frost golem equalling his own stature, looking much like a double of himself....! It, being made of solid ice, was physically durable, and capable of taking much more punishment than Vohstra himself, even if the water-maned cyborg was hardly what one would call a 'squishy' mage! Following this, Vohstra points his spear at Shadow, but no speech erupts from him.... the captain's larynx is still in recovery, thanks to Rohy's foul influences. Evidently, this is a challenge; he needs to show Shadow that this time, he's not some damsel in distress needing rescue. He's going to earn Shadow's respect, whatever it takes-- let's just hope Shadow relinquishes a means of acknowledgement, since neither of the two of these fellows is going to be inclined to speak, on this day. Grasping his pole-arm firmly, the Magitek-Sojutsu practitioner leaps into the air, emulating dragoons of other worlds, or Cadence Rhiannis, a Magitek Lancer with whom Vohstra trained many years. (OOC: Summary, Vohstra appears, makes ice monster, then offers to duel Shadow by pointing spear at him, then jumps into the air like a lancer. Future poses of mine won't be this large)

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Did Ariel hear 'fight to the death' right? She swallows. She should have expected it of course, but... there's that big monster! Tifa's surge of magic helps her feel a little more confident on what's about to happen. As long as everyone is here, and works together, they can do it. She queues up some more potions, but these are a little different. She gives one to herself too in case things get dangerous for her, too. She's not drawing too much attention to herself yet but isn't sure what to expect.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' A lovely knight walks out through the door. It's just a woman in a standard Vector uniform, with long red hair. The helmet covers most of her face. She looks around the room for a few moments, getting a feel for the room. It's quiet. The woman in the standard uniform reaches forward with a hand-- --and a sword of flame erupts out of it. She grips her hand tightly, her hand unharmed by the fires. She smiles at the flames, twistedly--and then dashes forward. Unlike her masters, she hasn't been cackling or taunting. She just moves in for the attack. Just that smile--a pleased one. "There's a lot of them here." She says. "I'm not really sure this plan was thought all the way through." But like certain bowler hatted minions, she dives in with the sword of fire. She doesn't single out anybody in particular, darting in quickly and lashing out at several heroes with her fire-blade. "Ah well." She said. "It's a good way to test the limits of this new power..." She doesn't seem to recognize anybody present either.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr doesn't even bother with banter, this is how irritated he is. As Rakassa speaches, he advances, /THROUGH/people if they get into his way. He stops near Maira's tank, and taps the Keyblade against it a few times, aiming to open it...and then looking up towards the observitory where Rakassa thinks she is safe. A corridor of darkness opens, leaving Maira in Avira's Care, and steps through...appearing in the upper area. "If you think this armor is the only thing I learned for Garland's mentoring, you are mistaken. There is /nowhere/ for you to run now...time to die."

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' Among the sea of colorful emotions, Shadow is a wonderful backdrop of stillness. It gives personality to himself and the people around him by having such mild reactions. His pale eyes go to the General as she speaks. Yes. The ninja stands on this side of the engagement today. All those wonderful little secrets in a shroud of black ninja garb. They just exchange a gaze for now. The gaze follows as there is that retreat to an observatory. Tense stares. Tense. Interceptor howls. Lets get ready to rumbbblleeee! The ninja shifts his stance-- noticing the focus and conjuration of the golem not far from him. Icy winds billow against him, but it is that spear pointed at him that marks where his fight will be. Shadow looks from Voh to Maira, and once the heros have accomplished the primary objective, his eyes go back to Voh. There are no words between them-- nor are none needed. In a slow motion he draws his blade-- pointing it evenly towards the samurai and his polearm. They don't fight to the death as Rakassa wants. They don't fight for money. They fight for something else-- and the chaos around them is just the backdrop for the fight. He waits, like an assassin would be expected to, as it starts with that jump. One in the air. One on the ground. A set of well concealed shurikens plan on making that descent a worthy challenge. All we need now is a strike of lightning. The flickering of industrial lighting will have to do.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Who the <GOOSEHONK> do you think you are!?" Avira suddenly bellows, "How DARE you simply -take- an upstanding member of VALKYRI like this! You think it's just alright to just up and steal people for your sick experiments like this!?" The incredulous fury upon Avira's face is pretty evident. "Were you dropped on your head as a child? WHO THE HELL EVEN DOES THIS?" Her free hand wildly gestures at the tube that poor Maira is held in. "You must have the death wish to end all death wishes to pull a stunt like this! Angantyr-!" she leaves the inevitable meltdown to him and instead moves across the floor, completely ignoring the nameless flunkies that this obnoxious Vector woman has summoned to fight them. She doesn't even let the flames thrown forward by the sword hold her back, painful as they are to her. She's well across the room when Angantyr liberates Maira, putting Avira in a good position to scoop up her friend to her with one arm. The other sticks the point of the spine into the floor so her hand can be freed to work free some potions for Maira. "Hey, it's gonna be alright, we'll get you out of here."

:'''[[Merlock]] has posed:''' After spending the entire trip hiding in a hat, the sudden commotion of a door being kicked in is enough for Merlock to peek his arachnid head out. Machinery, medical equipment, a glass tube off to the side with a girl in it... Ah-hah. That must be the princess. Well, seeing as our intrepid heroes are getting ready to fight, presumably to rescue the Princess of Heart, it seems like a good idea to prevent their overcoming all odds to save their friend, both for Merlock's own self-interest, and because his... Associates would like to be in possession of Maira. Princesses of Heart are not exactly easy to come by, after all. Suddenly, there's a flare of crackling green light from Arthur's hat, and what was once a spider becomes something much, much, much... Much... Much larger. Something huge, and dark of scale, broad of wing, with draconic features and gleaming purple eyes, long tail, and dragon's whiskers atop its snout because, hey, it's an actual dragon! Green magical bolts continue to crackle up and down Merlock the Dragon for several seconds after his transformation completes. Then the dragon roars, unleashing a wave of dark energy from his mouth, and announces, "SHE REMAINS HERE."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel straightens up her shoulder bag and turns her attention to the ice golem. That thing is ... going to be trouble. But maybe some lightning will slow it down. That tends to work sometimes against watery creatures! Except for the times fire works best, but never mind that now. That's one thing she can't do. She starts to build up an attack... clasping her hands, then sending down a bolt of lightning! It's gotten a little more intuitive to cast spells like this. The fire sword comes really close to her, but, she lets out a scream and dodges it, just as her spell crackles through the air! She gets a little seperated from her friends, but... it will have to work itself out for now. She can still support them! At least these cooridors are kind of wide; there's not a lot of places to get lost. Of course that means there's not much cover either!

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith was first in line for the incoming knight. She didn't even look at her as she stepped back just enough to evade the weapon... then made to ram the back quarter of her staff into the woman's face. "You want a test? Fine. I'll test you." Now facing her, Aerith unleashed a series of rapid-fire thrusts, her weapon's light blazing all the while.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' This feels very familiar. Now that there's a freaking DRAGON here demanding her best friend, Avira responds by holding onto Maira a little bit tighter and moving to put herself between the dragon and the best friend. "NO WAY! YOU CAN'T HAVE HER!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is a bit on the short side and does look a bit strange from the looks of her she seems human enough but the strange tattoos or are they even such are glowing visably in her exposed arm as she moves in with the rest of the group hint perhaps to something more about her true nature. The staff vanishes shrinking back into a baton which s put back on Deelel's leg. She goes for the disc on her back and it snap hisses to life with an energy field about the edge. The force of the magic that has fallen upon her is having her code maintain itself and is getting her perhaps running better than ever or at the very least above her normal levels of system integrity. It was time to fight, she doesn't banter much either as she moves in and and she now moves to follow up Ang and she finally speaks, to the two Imperials her voice would sound strange, perhaps distorted. "I have seen what you done to her." She doesn't say anything more as by her user its a dragon, why does she keep running into evil dragons who know magic? Seriously it keeps happening! Deelel's answer is going to be simple enough. Well it was. There's someone else coming to play the strange woman is coming for them and she sees the fire blade out of the corner of her eye. This is what saves Deelel from one being set on fire, two being stabbed. She turns to face them and throws her disc at them trying to get a feel for them as she prepares for full out combat. Who the heck was this new arrival? Also her powers? Fire magic?

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Flames scorch the side of Arthur Drover's face. He doesn't have time to move out of the way, but the swordswoman isn't cutting for him directly. Almost reflexively, a jet of caustic potion zooms for the woman - it boils off into the air, hissing evaporated as flames wash back. Drat. The warrior-smith takes a moment to compose himself. Eyes close, there in that place he can feel the air currents, the movement of heat and wind. The artisan is calm and composed. He reaches for his belt pouch to grab a series of potions and do something really quite impressive. And then there is a dragon on his head. In a sudden cascade of limbs and with a thud, what was once a tiny spider is now a hat that is much too big. Simply much too big. SLAM. Arthur falls to the floor in a cloud of dust, his hips and back straining. He screeches in pain, and there is a sickening crack - but no snap. He might make it out. He is flat to the floor, there is no way to get the creature off of him. His upper body is free, as the beast above him rears in purple flame. Mortal terror flows over the face of the hatless man, his bald spot plainly visible. But mortal terror has focused a mind that is already fairly quick. The belt knife leaves its sheath -a splinter of brightness on the dusty floor. Even laying on his back, he has some range of motion. It is silvery, and gives the impression of speed even as it stands still. He draws it across his hand, leaving a thin red gash. Then he carves in the flagstones. Something silvery runs in lines where the smith's blade passes. When he slams the hand down on it, he speaks. "Before every battle, I imbibe a series of potions. My blood is a catalyst. You are an obstacle." His eyes are still closed, they didn't open even when the dragon touched down on him. He is pinned, he wouldn't normally do something like this in front of Avira. He has spent their entire relationship avoiding this kind of maneuver. The blood in his lower body is being cut off from circulation. "When I finish speaking, nothing not its own self will be able to exist in this room. No form will be stable." His hand lays on the sigil, and a yellow field rises to try and confine the dragon. He's not casting a spell, Arthur has no magic. Instead he is using the materials to hand, including his own will, pressing back against the beast on his chest - using what breath he can draw through compacted lungs. The fire-wielding warrior is nearby, but his eyes stay closed. He might be in trouble, but the dragon is the biggest problem. "When I turn loose seal, the things that hold you together will forget what they are connected to. I can see that you're not just one thing - what will it must take to be the same thing. Haven't you considered being something else for a while? Like not on my chest?" And he drives the bloodied hand into the sign. The yellow light becomes white, and the flagstones - which he is using as part of the synthesis- smoke ominously. There is a smell of burnt hair and his eyes stay closed. "In the middle of the seesaw is the bit that doesn't move." He is going to get such a talking to later. He tastes copper when the force leaves his body, travelling through him instead. And there is still a fiery warrior in stabbing distance.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira's eyes widen, the smile that appears shining now with all the hope she'd been holding. No one has ever, in the course of all history, been so very happy to see a very large man in armor as black as death, red gaze glowing murderously. "Angan!" she burbles, reaching out her hand to press it against the glass as she taps his keyblade above her, breaking it. This glass is strong. It has stood against her every attempt to escape. But Maira has nevery been particularly physical. There isn't glass strong enough to withstand the anger of Angantyr and Tyrantbreaker. The glass shatters, the liquid splashing to the floor followed by Maira, caught just in time by Avira. The many IV's that had been fueling her with drugs to keep her sedated and repress her magic rip painfully from her skin. Machines bleep and blare loudly in protest as the drugs drip from the needles to the floor. Maira looks up toward Avira, smiling brightly through the haze. "Knew you'd come," she says quietly, holding on as best she can until she can get her legs beneath her. Having been in a tube for more than a week, kept constantly drugged and drained of her magic, that just might take a while. "Avira, set me down in a corner that can--can be defended. You c-can't fight holding m-me," she says. At least not fight at her best, and with a new surprise DRAGON THING!? Avira is going to need to fight at her best.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart moves on Aerith's side rapidly. She moves past the flaming sword, feeling the burn of it even though she's not directly touched by it. Enough to leave some marks too. She winces, but it'll take more than a few flames too. She moves in for her attacks, the fiery warrior receiving her strong punch, the first one toward the stomach, followed by a high roundhouse, aimed for the neck, a merciless attack aiming to disable the knight out. Not to kill, but that would knock one out. Hopefully "I'll take the front Aerith!"

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Avira's yelling. Apparently, Rakassa can hear her up there. "Who am I!? I AM ADMIRAL RAKASSA OF VECTOR! That's who! And the one who's advancing both science and magic, you ignorant little twit! Behold, the fruits of our labors! She's pretty, isn't she? Mmm...much better than your little strumpet there. And a lot less defiant. Ahh...but I'll miss her, that little friend of yours. Those /HOURS/ of prodding her with medical tools...you should have heard her /scream/! Delightful, really, you peasants. Hope we didn't break her too much for you~" Taunts the horrible Admiral. There's a dragon. A dragon /helping/ her. She's not quite sure what the hell just happened, but the Admiral has learned to roll with things. "Go! Go my beautiful dragon! Eat them for breakfast! Come on, you /know/ you want Do-Gooder! They're tasty, trust me!" Arthur's strange magics gets Rakassa's attention. "Hey! You! As fellow scholars, and intellects of the highest regard...what are you doing, hmm? Come on, show me! Haven't seen that sort of magic before. Oh, and try not to get eaten~" Deel speaks up. Rakassa chuckles. "...Seen? You haven't seen half of it. And you won't. Because she's going to kill you!" Then, there's a very big, very scary man in the observatory with her. She turns away, smelling the familiar scent of a Darkness Corridor. Like crimson and brimstone and pain. "...I guess the knight's armor isn't so shining. A little crude, but hey, so was this whole thing. Looks like it worked out. Shame...not going to play with my little puppet down there? Mmm. Oh well." Reaching into her leathers, she draws out a pair of knives. They look like little more than butterfly knives, yet they drip a foul black liquid. Getting into a fighting stance, the blue skinned woman laughs. "I could use a little exercise anyway. And you /are/ so intriguing! Come on, big guy! I want YOU more than HER anyway! Haaaah!" With that, she steps forward, the athletic woman quick and strong despite her size. And those blades cut far too deep; some foul mixture of her own Shadow Lord magicks and Vectorian MagiTek of the worst kind. And she didn't even bring her /good/ weapons today. "Just hope it isn't your friends down there that die while you're up here, big boy!" Two vertical slices, aimed for the neck of Angantyr. Down below, the Ice Golem reaches back with one of it's large icey fists. As Tifa goes to roundhouse kick the woman, in goes the creature, trying to knock her block off with blocky fists! Up above, Rakassa's sure to hit a button. A sign lights up in the observatory. 'Recording' in big red letters flashes on. She calls down to the fighters. "Heeeeey! Pretty girl! Ohhhh, dear lovely knight of mine! Don't let the numbers fool you! Don't let me down! For the glory of Vector, and our errant Emperor, show these INTRUDERS the superiority of Vectorian science, magic, and pure grit! No retreat! KILL 'EM ALL! I WANT BLOOD! GALLONS! RIVERS OF IT!" Ariel's lightning bolt scores home, sending cracks and shutters down the form of the golem. The summoned creature doesn't slow it's attacks, however, seemingly immune to pain or thoughts of it's own well being.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Vohstra was not quite the same as Shadow in mentality-- he'd not spent quite as many years entrenched in the eastern world, where sheer discipline and honor rule their lifestyle, if they didn't want to spend their days living in utter shame. In this sense, there was still -some- money involved, since Vohstra was on the payroll of Vector, but that didn't mean he'd be unable to mix business and pleasure alike, for just as the ebony-wrapped assassin draws his shurikens, the retainer cascades from above, intent on skewering. He knows the ninja will yield if the ninja feels he's lost, and Vohstra himself, not a fully-fledged retainer, was willing to settle for 'defeat', unlike his brethren, who cherished an honorable death far more than a dishonorable life. But there was still some worthiness and mettle to be had in a sparring match, and since neither were committed to slaying the other, Vohstra would not stain his soul if, at the climax of this fight, he had to relent.... and surrender to Shadow. True samurai could not fight this way..... but Vohstra, as spoken of prior, is a fallen samurai, a takeo, a dark retainer, he can play Shadow's game, and they can fight on equal terms, now that there were seemingly no interlopers.... the others were busy with their battle over the fate of the world, and that of good versus evil-- they had no time to concern themselves with the reputations of Shadow and Vohstra, that were now in question. The two silent killers were both doing something uncharacteristic; they'd made plans to spare each others' lives. A flurry of misty coldness curls around the ex-bushi's yari as he tilts the weapon so that one end is tucked neatly under his arm, with most of the haft trailing far behind him. The other hand is choking up on the neck of the pike, as though he intends to get in close before striking, which would make it harder for the ninja to use his stars; on the other hand, that meant Vohstra had to time his maneuver just right, so that he could actually bridge the gap between them before administering whatever he had planned, if it would indeed make it harder for Shadow to counter with shuriken, mayhap forcing him to swap with a tanto, or wakizashi.... some short blade? Vohstra suspected Shadow wanted distance, and Shadow might've imagined that Vohstra wanted proximity-- so here it was, two different backgrounds meeting, with both of them lamenting their mistakes in life.... Vohstra, who'd descended from grace, and Shadow..... Well, whatever pain he hid, he hid it well, because Vohstra didn't know, and the two people who could have told anybody, Baram, or Rohy..... were rotting in their graves.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "You talk too much." Angantyr says, and as she swings the knives towards his neck, he steps forward, not /away/ from her. Darkness lashes out from him, as she stabs. The blades miss his neck by sheer virtue of armor, but they do bite down flesh...but the poison apparently needs to be a higher CR to effect Angantyr's Con score. The darkness aims to grab at her own neck, trying to choke the life out of her, while also leaving a burning darkness around her, that only seems to flare when his strikes hit. Once more, the Tyrant Breaker, the Keyblade, swings to try and force her back, and forward he comes again. Angantyr is large, powerful...and unrelentingly fast in all the right ways. The blade swings with unrelenting fury as he repeatedly tries to strike her. One shot aiming to litterally tear the armor or leathers from her body, another moving to cut crossways, and a third swings upwards, carrying with it a massive wave of darkness that in itself seems hungry...it clings to her worse than the first did, aiming to litterally devour her the longer she stayed in contact with him. "I don't care what you think you were doing. You endangered my friend for you own selfish desires, for your own dark ends. I have no interest in petty women, nor do I have interest in homely ones either." He says, with a grin...it just felt goot to hurt her anyway he could. "As for the knight part, I never claimed to be one. I destroy my enemies, I show compassion to the deserving...and you are hardly that."

:'''[[Merlock]] has posed:''' Merlock the Dragon sneers and advances on Avira, only to have the person he is standing on -- barely even paying attention to while doing so -- unleash some sort of alchemical concoction. It burns his armored scales, scalds the flesh beneath, and while it's not lethal exactly it does hurt enough to turn huge, gaping jaws from the girl defending her friend to the rascal underfoot. The foot is lifted, freeing Arthur of the crushing weight! Only for the foot to come back down and unleash a shockwave of dark energy that spreads outwards on impact! Twice. If Arthur doesn't get out of the way in time, he is YOU WOULD BE BETTER SERVED BEING CONCERNED ABOUT WHAT I MIGHT TURN //YOU// INTO INSTEAD OF WHAT //I// CHOOSE TO BE!"

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' Chaos erupts around the ninja. You have dragons, alchemists, dark lords enraged, dragons, golems. And then you have the ninja-- staying still if not for the periodic shift to avoid shrapnel. Shadow remains that way, steeled, until the last seconds with his martial engagement with the airborn spearman. Thats when the action snaps like a whip between them. As the spear comes down, Shadow steps back. His off hand rips in a clean swipe as a series of sharp shurikens pierce the air and towards the descended man. Where he once stood would not have been effective at all-- but that speed and reaction makes a sizeable gap to make a once safe gambit suddenly filled with peril and choice. It is enough to make those final moments one that truly test muscle memory and discretion. The ninja's foot barely lands on the cold steel floor before the final 'shuriken' is released. It isn't a shuriken, though. It is a small orb of some kind. A vapor-- a smoke-- a marking of some kind. Its clear the kind of game the ninja plays now-- it is one of waiting and of timing. His blade comes out in a quick slice as he advances. None of these attacks are threatening in themselves, but to poorly judge one would to play into the older man's strategem-- a quiet, detached one as cold and unbiased as the Reaper himself.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' A few of the people that the 'nameless soldier'--she has a name! She just hasn't bothered to give it out! Maybe you could ask her. Maybe she'd give it out! Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she just wants to see the world burn. "Yeah," She says. "What should that mean to me?" She asks of Deelel. Deelel's disk rips across her body. Aerith bonks her with the staff, which seems to annoy her enough. Tifa roundhouses her across the head which jars the helmet considerably, but she doesn't seem to be anywhere near being knocked out. In fact, that wound from the disk? It's starting to close up as fire coalesces around the wound. Who used to do that sort of thing. "It worked." She says, chuckling to herself. "The process worked!" And with that she raises her foot up into the air and slams it down. The ground beneath her opponents shudders and bursts upward suddenly, the earth itself striking at her foes. Intending to take advantage of the unsteady ground, she spins and then swings both hands forward, air bursting free from her hands--intending to send them flying up into the air...where she unleashes a large wave of fire to catch them as they lose their grip with the solid earth. It seems like she could care less if the others free Maira or not. To be fair, she has her power already. And really, in a sense, maybe she's disinclined to be so determined to allow others the same strength. "Come on! Show me what you've got!"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel seems to be dodging the blows of the ice golem pretty deftly, for a mermaid... she's finally got her, well, land legs. She has a few more good spells in her before she gives up on attacking it, so she rushes into it. "Oh, you're not gonna---" a bit of a choking sound from her bag as she runs up the side of the golem... and kicks it in the head. That was kind of neat, right? Then she lowers her arms in a downward chop, and throws a burst of air at the beast for good measure. If this wasn't life or death, it would kind of be fun!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Are you nuts?" Avira still sounds incredulous, "I'm not just going to stash you in a corner like that-we need to get out of here!" She grinds her teeth, listening to Rakassa speak, officially placing Vector on VALKYRI's /List/. "Good Faram, not another one of you people. Haughty <goosehonk>s like you never learn, do they? Why don't you come down here and say all that to my face!" Maira's going to be just fine, Avira's sure. She's dealt with worse mental anguish than this, she's surge. Physical...well, she will figure that out later. Avira takes up that strange-looking weapon of hers again and lifts, putting herself resolutely between Maira and the advancing dragon. She doesn't move. Not even when it advances on her and unleashes a wave of shadowy force that seems to tear at her very soul. "...is that it?" Avira grunts, lifting the Spine, which glows with the counter to that shadowy force. Silvery light wafts off the strange-looking weapon, mixing with the ice magic that Avira enchants upon her blade. "No more warnings! You are not getting Maira!" With a grand gesture of the Spine, she unleashes a howling blast of ice mixed in with her light energy. Large icicles spring up from the ground beneath the dragon as well, attempting to box it in.

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' "Not magic!" is all he has the energy to shout, when the dark equivalent to his artisanship begins shouting enthusiastically. Merlock scolds him for trying to interfere with his form, and Arthur admits: "It was worth a try." A few drops of blood hit the floor and he steels himself for the attack. Rakassa sure WOULD like to know the secrets of Arthur's various small trump cards, but that information is somewhat secret. Still, he won't disobey her advice just to spite the woman, he does not intend to be killed. The Dragon is doing its best to prevent this. Dark energy tears over the man, who begins walking toward Avira and Maira in the corner to interpose between them and the evil creature they are fighting. He smiles down at the newly rescued, no doubt harrowed fire mage. "Hey, Maira-girl~" the older man singsongs, despite the bloodied gash across his lip and the singemarks on his fine clothing. A silver phial emerges from a pocket, and he chugs it down. The synthesist begins floating off the ground. He holds a little in his mouth. A second potion emerges, and when this one goes down, winds begin to swirl around him. A third - and green energy knits his wounds. The shimmering light of the potions condenses on his hands, and he splashes the dregs from each phial across them. "Avira... hand me that sword for a second." His grin is wolfish. He can't fight, not like they can, but he can contribute. Thus far the smith has utterly resisted the urge to go see how the fire warrior does what she does, but he IS curious. Normally people drink a potion and just let it happen. But the shimmering energy from drinking a potion just hovers around the synthesist, lilting playfully over his limbs - as if it were being prevented from finishing its animation. The hat lies forgotten in a caustic pool.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Rakassa called her a strumpet. A STRUMPET! ...What the hell is a strumpet? Maira isn't sure but from context its apparently bad. She'll ask Avira later. Rakassa is no doubt evil, a twisted corruption of a person that took such joy in her pain. Someday, when this place is behind her, maybe she will let go of that anger. Maybe she will forgive. But not today. Today she wants to watch this whole place BURN. Maira's gaze turns toward the red haired woman--the woman who is using HER power. The magic that was drawn from her, the life that was drained--right there, right in front of her, wielded by a woman who had, no doubt, gone mad from the process. Pity swells. She'd volunteered...but why? What could drive someone to do that? Still, that is her power. Her LIFE. Maira wants it back. Still soaking, Maira is actually cold to the touch. By now, she should be on fire. She tries to summon it up, expecting it to surge as it always did, to no avail. Nothing. It is still there, she can feel it. "A spark...so long as there is a spark..." she says to herself, trying to fan that spark inside of herself. Careful, so careful. She is too weak. The drugs are still in her system. Still, she cannot support her own weight. "Avira you have to put me down! No one will get out of here if you don't," she pleads. Avira ought to know that if Maira could be helping her, she most certainly would be. Maira looks around the room. So many people had come for her. She manages a smile for Arthur. "Glad...you're here. Be careful," she says to the older man. Despite his age and whatever he'd like them to believe, she knows he is remarkable. They all are in their own ways. Even Ariel is here! She's throwing /lightning/ around! Maira finds that she's feeling rather proud of her. Maybe she'd been an influence. Her eyes keep looking, searching it would seem. Someone is missing. Someone she'd expected would be here. No time to think on it. She looks up to Merlock, her eyes locking onto him. "No, you are not taking me, and if you do you will regret it. Get out of here while you still can, because as soon as I find a spark, just a spark, this place will burn."

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' The golem just got kicked in the head. By a (secret!) fish. Or a mammal. Are mermaids mammals? Either way, when Ariel kicks the creature's head, it dents quite nicely; the previous damage from the lightning bolt causing cracks to form. A few more blows, and it could well be headless! Yet, it doesn't seem to particularly care. This time, that large fist aims for Ariel in large sweeping blows. So too, does it sweep towards Tifa with it's other arm, trying to grab the two women and bring them together in a violent clash! Even as Angantyr speaks, the Admiral has an errant eye on the battle below every now and then. Even as there's darkness trying to strangle her to death, it's as though she doesn't mind the touch of such foulness. She looks more annoyed at it, even as it sizzles upon her skin. The dark-armor clad man might notice how the darkness seems reflected off of her...or perhaps met by darkness of her own to prevent it from sinking in too deep. Where Angantyr's darkness is of hate and rage, this one's darkness is of hunger, lust, and all-consuming greed. "Just you wait one moment, feisty little girl! I'll be down in juuuust a minute. Auntie Rakassa will give you pie and cookies, promise~" Taunts Rakassa to Avira. Her gaze goes back to Angantyr. "Kids these days, no respect for adults, you know?" Pause. Right. He was talking and trying to kill her. Oomph! The blade goes across her chest, and she's sent flying. Metal deforms as she hits the wall, slumping briefly. Coughing, she chuckles and has a small fit. "...Heh. A bruiser, huh? Damn, should've come prepared. Oh well." Slowly, she gets up, showing far too little damage for a woman thrown that hard. Being a Shadow Lord, and the twisted magics she wields, has benefits. "That's right. I did. And you know what? It felt good. To hear her scream, cry out...to watch her cling to a forlorn hope. That she'd...well, that's not forlorn. She'll get out of here. But you see, big boy, even if you somehow..and you won't, by the way, manage to kill me? It doesn't matter. Because I already have what I want. The hours of torturing the pretty little redhead helped. Nice stress relief. Should try it. You seem like the type! Now come on! Hit me harder, you little wimp! Give me MORE! I WANT EVERYTHING YOU HAVE, EVERYTHING YOU ARE, POUR IT ALL INTO ME. MINE!!!" Even as she taunts and raves, her eye as turned to that blade. A keyblade, in the hands of such a seemingly dark person? Maleficent will have to hear about this. Maybe. If she can't use it herself. Those twin knives make circles in the air. Dark power gathers, and a beam of sickeningly green light rips into being, aimed straight for Angantyr's chest.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has no idea whom this but she is seeing as they are healing flat out from the injury her disc caused. "I doubt little." She has to wonder about just what has been done here. She does not know how this place works, she does not know how they drain creatures of magic or infuse others with their power. She just knows something strange is going on here. "So who are you?" Deelel shows the mysterious warrior what she has, she evades the attack just barely and lands on her feet she makes no hostile action for the moment as it appears she's preparing something, but just what is Deelel making ready for? "Fine I'll show you just what I have." Deelel is currenly running a few command lines as she makes ready for what she's about to do next.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' When he can't torque his icy screwdriver attack properly, he internally scolds himself for failing, but doesn't focus on it too heavily, since guilt wouldn't get him through this fight-- his focus needed to be on what he could do, not what he couldn't do, and all he could do was improvise, now that Shadow had weaseled his way out of that last ordeal. The spontaneous jolt that surges through Shadow, allowing him to decisively dart out of the way of the retainer's spin-strike is a masterstroke, and Vohstra knows that he has found a worthy opponent; the fact that Vohstra was well into the six foot range in height, and moderately built in addition to Shadow being somewhat lanky mattered not, for true combat was about anticipation, and intuition. Indeed.... there were three types of speed, not one; perception, reaction, and then.... the physical action. Shadow trumped Vohstra in physical, but in terms of precognition, both were good at reading the other, thereby lending to them the capability to gracefully move whether decorated in mail or material of fabric. The calculating assassin has honed his ways over many decades, aside from the fact that he had quantity of practice, he had quality; practice does not make perfect-- perfect practice, building proper habits instead of fallible ones, was what made perfect, and the ninja's maneuever is perfect... in deference to precision. As mentioned, the strike is not a threatening one, so when Vohstra raises his mechanical arm, he physically blocks the incoming slice with his bare-arm, in what would normally be a suicidal act, allowing one's own arm to be severed..... but it wards off the slice like a shield would, demonstrating that it'll take some strength to do the job, since Shadow would have to open Vohstra up twice. Initially, Shadow would have to bring Vohstra's armor into disrepair, and then open his body once his shell had been discarded; that would not be a trivial matter. Capitalizing on Shadow's closeness, Vohstra's bionic arm splays outwards, perfoming a similar whip to the kind seen in ninja, hoping to propel the ninja backwards, perchance it'd even buckle some of the ninja's mental reserves, his wits. While the attack itself wasn't physically devastating, Vohstra had hoped he could send Shadow sailing, to enlighten him exactly against whom he was fighting, and what menace was housed in the might of the Mtek takeo! The tremor from the 'nameless soldier' does weigh in on him as he has to steady himself when he does this, of course, which further taxes the vigor at the helm, but Vohstra was still grateful for the presence of the fire-swordswoman, since it meant that he could, for the most part, combat the darkness-cloaked predator who had engaged him in solo! Now.... the thing was, this fight -would- have to end someday, and that would be this day, because somehow or other, more troops would be along to act as reinforcements. This was the very hub of Vector, practically, right smack-dab next to the palace, which was full of legions of crusaders eager to show their worth. Rakassa had planned to use 'nameless soldier' to her own ends, as an experiment, but even the admiral was only in charge of /one/ division of Vector's forces. Vector had an army, an air force, and a navy; Rakassa being the maritime foreman. Eventually, other branches of the factory would start to notice the cacophony echoing through the door Anantyr had wrenched open with his foot, and just because Rakassa was having a field-day, didn't mean the other divisions of the Vectorite military could pretend to be deaf and/or blind to the shenanigans in the esper capsule chamber. There were essentially /three/ bodies strong that would ultimately come pouring into this room.... and end everybody's fun, so Vohstra had to do what he could while the doing was good. He had no idea if he'd ever see Shadow again, since the ninja came and went like the wind....

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' A big fist comes down on Ariel, and crashes toward her... bringing her and Tifa into a close encounter! She screams as her leg is caught, and then she's dropped to the ground! Walking isn't working so well anymore... But she does have her bag. She looks to Tifa, and throws her a potion for curing herself. And she pulls one for herself out, too, pouring it on her leg. She feels a bit better now, though the golem is still there being meanacing. She gets back to her feet, and gets ready, but Tifa can probably do more damage to it than she can!

:'''[[Shadow]] has posed:''' Although the intent was to kick back and avoid the attack, Shadow did not manage to do it this time. Instead the attack land as the bionic whiping lashes at him. Going with the impact-- the ninja himself finds himself uninjured-- if not disadvantaged. He draws out a pair of orbs in one hand as the ninja returns the projectiles towards his foe. Mixed between this are a set of metal stars.

:'''[[Merlock]] has posed:''' Ice spears comes surging up from the ground, stabbing into Merdragon, and even if the wounds are a bit shallow, they still draw a roar of rage from his long, serpentine throat. The way that his reflexes seem to slow from the cold slightly makes this all the more frustrating. And in his frustration, he forces his transformed body to act beyond the piddly attacks he has levelled thus far. Purple flame bleeds from his wounds as he smashes the icicle spears to shards with the monumental muscle of a mythical monster. Charging forward, he attempts to smash Avira, Maira, and Arthur, being as conveniently grouped together as they are, with a single powerful claw strike. Shadows trail from the tips of his talons, as wings spread wide, threatening to damage the room itself if they strike something. "NO MATTER WHAT BONDS THAT TIE YOU TOGETHER, NO MATTER WHAT STRENGTH YOU SCRAPE FROM THE DEPTHS OF DETERMINATION, YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" the wizard-dragon announces.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart, in all of her tanky dodgeness, manages to go toe to toe with the martial arts bending. A punch here, a kick there, meeting hit for hit with the elemental knight, attacks that are perfectly matched with the knight's own, nullifying their effect before it harms her. Which is a good thing in the state she's in. But of course that only lasts so long in the face of the next incoming strong attacks... which are akin to blue magic in some ways it seems, with those odd effects. Before she can get a counter attack in, she gets blown out clear out of the way, her entire body skidding along the metallic grounding, before she manages to get a boot down to stop herself, flipping back to her feet. Well, at least trying, that one clearly left deep gashes and poison marks over her, but she's still standing. Ariel's healing is quite welconed too, nodding to her, and moving in for the next attack. Moving right under the knight's weapon, its a knee that connects right up under the helmed chin. In the same motion, her hands move to her shoulders, flipping overhead, into her back, and her grip tightening as she uses the momentum to THROW the armored foe into the nearest wall. Let's see how well that armor can take blunt impacts from its own weight!

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' The shadow flames shoot towards Angantyr... The light of the keyblade shines for a moment, as he swings it forward...and he just narrowly manages to become a rock in a stream of the green fire...oh he's encountered something like this before, he was on the wrong end of that. Angantyr moves again, steping forward, never away, and swings his right hand towards the mouth of the Shadow Lord. "No, my darkness does not come from anger and hatred, fueled by it, truly, but it is not it's source. It's source...is natural. Darkness is inherrantly apart of my being, but...it does not mean I shun the light like you!" he says, and brings the Keyblade up...and it starts to brightly shine. The two combine, darkness and light, as he swings in with a vicious swing. The swing moves to try and tear through the shadow lord, darkness pours out, drawling forth the blood spilled, and draw it back into the Dark Knight...and then.... he swings again, and again, aiming to repeatedly put the pressure on her before he pulls the Keyblade back... "TYRANT..." he starts, as the light of the keyblade starts to build up. Darkness and light working together. The two create a sort of strange energy, as he thrusts the blade forward. A massive shockwave of energy pours out, aiming to drive it forward right into the Chest of Rakassa... "BREAAAAAAAAAAKER!" and then suddenly there is a giant explosion from the observitory.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith glanced toward Tifa from the corner of her right eye as she launched herself at the ice golem. Sure enough, her assault connected, and it wasn't long before Aerith aimed her right hand toward one of those cracks in the golem's hide. Soon, three bursts of energy explode toward it, all aimed at the same spot... with intent to take quite the chunk out of the golem. Or they would have, if the knight did not land a clean hit on her first. Aerith noticed it just before it connected, but wouldn't exactly be able to do much about it. She skidded back some distance from the flames... and glared at the knight. "Right, my mistake." She focused yet again... but this time it wasn't just a tiny shot. "I have to take care of you first." Her right hand stretched outward, and within moments, a sphere of spirit force the size of a basketball formed just three inches in front of her. Aerith let her attack fly, aiming to return the favor ten fold...

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Vohstra had forced Shadow backwards some, which was his objective, but then.... he realizes his mistake. Showing off his incredible power had availed the ninja the very space needed for Shadow to barrage him with ninja stars and strange orbs, the latter bursting upon contact, causing him to inhale poisonous mist, dizzying him. His visin was now blurred from the effects of the toxins working their way into his system, even though the stars themselves caused him injury that was practically unnoticeable. He staggers, plucking the shuriken from his sinewy body, and tossing them thoughtlessly to the side, since they were but an after-thought, anyway. Raising an arm, Vohstra squints as digits of ethereal matter begin to encircle his form, before a translucent clock materializes around him, as though he were submerged in the device, which subsequently siphons the surrounding digits into him. His magic was that of ice, and cessation of motion, which also meant time-magic was at his disposal. Consequently, this was ironically a 'Haste' spell, so that now the subtle shifts in his body as he swayed, a common practice for warmed-up fighters to stay moving.... were shadowy, as though he were moving astronomically quicker than previously.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' The soldier who TOTALLY has a name is a bit perplexed as everybody just runs around her and starts whalloping on other monsters. This is proving to not be a very appropriate opportunity for her to show off her stuff. She turns towards Deelel, her only opponent at present. "Thank you for asking. My name is--" The noise of battle temporarily deafens the battlefield, particularly when Aerith SPIRIT BLASTS her off her feet and onto her back. "--and don't you forget it!" She snarls. She steps forward and holding her blade into the air, and then swings it forward. Bright white blades rip through the sky towards Aerith and Deelel, stabbing into them from multiple angles--they don't leave wounds where they strike, instead the blow is to the spirit! "Tch...! You're ruining my entrance!" She snarls at her own superiors. A small note from Cid indicated there MAY be a chance of slight mental instability from the procedure what with taking someone else's magical essence and shoving it into this person. You know, because it hadn't been done from humans before.

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Most people, with a much smaller sense of curiousity, greed, and far less recklessness than Rakassa would lean /away/ from the big man, and his fist, and shining weapon of darkness and light. Shadow Lord Rakassa leans towards it, eyes wide with amazement, and lust. "Well! I'll be. Maybe there's something to you after all. Heh heh...c'mon. Don't hold back~" It almost sounds like she wants to get hit. Cue fist. Wham! The woman staggers back, rubbing her jaw. She'd twisted her head in just hte right way to prevent bone-breaking horror, like many experienced fighters. Swings of darkness and light tear at her, each one having her leap back, just out of reach. It's the final swing that hits her hard, right in the chest. Phlem exits her mouth, an explosion shattering the protective glass of the observatory. Rakassa meets iron wall. Iron wall loses. Like some kind of rag-doll, she's thrown through several walls, and out into the factory conveyer belt. Whump! There's now a lot of blood, and a Rakassa-shaped dent int the seat of a newly minted Magitek Armor. Coughing, sputtering, any other person would be dead. She gives a gurgling laugh as she takes the controls, the mtek armor leaping off even as soldiers and magitek armor rush by towards the source of the commotion. Ang might notice a small glint; one of Rak's knives, thrown at the last minute before she was shunted towards the newly minted exit. The knife slams right into the alarm button very nearly hit by the door. The room goes red, and alarms blare as Rakassa makes her escape. The heroes, and remaining villains, will soon have friends. As for our golem? Tifa's strikes finally do it in, Vohstra's creation shattering into shards of ice. Now, it's only the knight and dragon left.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Here!" Avira calls out, heeding Arthurs request. Though the moment she parts with the Spine, Avira instantly regrets it. It feels like a part of her had suddenly been taken away. She's not entirely defenseless and does have her ice magic to fall back on-but still, it felt...wrong. "I DON'T GOT ALL DAY, WOMAN!" Avira shouts up at Rakassa, all too eager to get her hands on the Vectorian scientist. But still she doesn't move. Without her weapon, all she can do is stand before Maira, shielding her injured and weakened friend from the strikes of the dragon. "No! It is YOU who will not pass! It is YOU who will not have Maira! I don't need to go anywhere! I just need to wait until your butt is kicked!"

:'''[[Arthur Drover]] has posed:''' Arthur's palm runs over the Spine. It takes nothing more than a moment. He is wielding some small, shining stone. This whets the edges of the blade. The hilt is light in his hand, and the wind which was attached to his body moves to the weapon instead. The already-honed thing becomes more of a weapon - its impetus and speed enhanced, the ground beneath it seeming to bend, the hand that holds it appearing faraway. Merlock's smash is deflected in one languid motion of the Smith's hand - the Spine responds to the artisan almost as well as it would its true wielder. What is returned to Avira is the same blade, but moreso. "Call this one a freebie." He pulls a tiny phial with a single drop of something in it, out of his pack - and thrusts it toward Maira. "This one too." Then, falling silent, the smith succumbs to his wounds after pressing the Spine back upon Avira. She would have to fell the dragon, but now she'd have help.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "We'll see about that. I don't think you understand at all," she replies to Merlock, clinging still to Avira since she refuses to put her down, despite Maira being nearly dead weight. The magic in her is weak, but the drugs are beginning to weaken as well. The haze between herself and her power grows thinner. That spark is there. It is enough. There are ghosts in this place. Strong spirits that have been abused--beings that never should have been toyed with. The spirits are angry. All they needed was a spark, a gateway. Maira can be that spark; her heart can be that door. Now, those enrages spirits will touch the world again. Maira takes in a breath. "I hear you...I know what you have suffered," she whispers, it is likely only Avira will hear her. Up in the observatory, the room explodes with Angantyr's power, and in the silence that follows a chorus of ghostly wails begins to rise. Ghosts take form, ethereal and uncanny, their foggy features and echo of life as their eyes blaze--there are humans, those who died in experiments--and more. Creatures, the beasts of legend. Espers. Drained and used for all they are worth. But power like that leaves an impression on the fabric of the world. It is merely an echo of the power they once wielded, but even that echo can make a difference now. Once of the creatures, a large bird it would appear, turns its sights on Merlock. Then the specter flies straight at him. /through/ him, if he does not get out of the way, bearing holy energy remembered from a better time. "The ghosts of this place...are very angry..." she says more loudly now, looking up toward where Rakassa is, if she survived. Maira then looks toward the magitek knight with her powers, her eyes pleading. "You don't have to do this. It does not need to be this way. Whatever it is that made you do this, you have to know there is another choice. Don't let them turn you into another angry ghost in this place. Leave. Just GO!"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr breaths deeply as Rakassa goes flying. That /felt good/. So good. However a knife hits a alarm. "Oh no, an alarm is tripped. I would have thought the massive amount of explosions, fighting, and various other fighting noises. I mean, seriously. Who even has alarms? Well, at least it wasn't a load baring boss..." Angantyr starts channeling the darkness again, getting all Antores the Abysswalker in this joint as he looks towards the mysterious faceless mook who is attacking people. His face is impassive, because it's a metal mask, that glows crimson. It seems to snort dismissively. But he drops to the ground infront of her. "Now for my next trick...time to make a <GOOSEHONK> disappear!"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is grateful Tifa's attacks did the trick, meaning she can lean back and away for a second and check on her bag. Sebastian seems okay, but dizzy. The alarms are blaring. Now might be the time to rescue Maira and leave. But... there's a few things still in the way. Ariel runs over to back up Aerith. She could use another potion, but... she's running a little low. Maybe she could try something else. She shuts her eyes for a moment. "Ahriel, do you tink--" "Shhhhh... Concentrating. I've got this... now!" She opens up her eyes, and... woosh. Above the knight, a portal of sorts opens up, and, a flood begins to pour down. It's all water... and two distinct, large bubbles that splash into the air, and explode in juicy magical bursts. That should put out... something. It looks like she's momentarily tapped into the ocean itself to make it happen.

:'''[[Merlock]] has posed:''' Merlock is not very pleased with how this is going. While he has self-control and all, and gives off an air of being refined and educated, he has a really, really, REALLY nasty temper when his anger is truly awoken. He sunk (a version of) Atlantis just because he couldn't get a reservation to the water resort. He caused (a version of) Mount Vesuvius to erupt just because the people of Pompeii aggravated him. He is all about disproportionate revenge for slights -- imagined or otherwise. And being injured and being unable to land a decisive blow against these fools who keep trying to keep the Princess from him basically calls for exactly that. When Maira sends a bunch of ghosts tearing through him, ravaging his spirit and leaving a supernatural chill in his bones that drains his energy, that is the last straw. Intense heat begins to emanate from Merlock's fang-rimmed maw, along with an otherworldly purple glow. No more words are exchanged as he gathers all the power of this draconic body, practically seeing red as he decides quite simply that if he can't take the Princess of Heart captive, no one can. Well, he does roar out one thing deafeningly as a tidal-wave of dragon's fire pours from his mouth and upon all those before him. "BURN!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is a media program but it's going to take forever to even get anything scrubbed up. Even then she'll not be able to recover the mystery woman?s name. She's been doing pretty well at avoiding getting the heck beat out of her for the moment but she knows that can't last forever. She's fast she knows magic when it's happening. The program is moving for all she's worth and just evading the strikes form the spell. She's not sure what the true nature of the attack is and it's force the best she does not. She can focus on the fight better not knowing to be honest. Deelel keeps her disc in hand and launches it one last time she's trying to not got for major damage she's trying to distract the mysterious experimental subject to set her up for a follow up. "Maira..."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith did not seem to mind being swung at by several shockwaves. In fact, she'd faced something like this down before. And so, she did what she had last time. Aerith moved where there wasn't a shockwave. Ten, fifteen, twenty of them rushed toward her, yet she seemed to be able to simply move to a space that wasn't occupied by whatever the magitek knight threw at her. At the end of it, nothing was destroyed, no carvings left in the floor or walls... and yet, she remained untouched. Aerith smiled. "Sorry. You just talk too much." Her eyes narrowed. "Right, my turn." She advanced within a heartbeat, winding her staff in a tight spiral as she offered her response. At the last second, she delivered a heavy thrust, intending to ram the knight back with a combination of physical and spiritual force.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' If it's any consolation for Merlock, his behavior here pretty much guarentees that Avira won't recognize him in his reserved, normal form. Her grip loosens on Maira as she starts to talk about seeing ghosts and spirits. This even makes Avira wince because she's heard the rumors about what goes on in this facility. She's seen the tubes here. She's listened to that awful harpy rant about what she did to Maira. It must be bad and Avira is thankful the rage of these spirits is focused upon this dangerous dragon. Arthur expertly defends himself with the Spine and Avira would normally nod in appreciation of this but right now, she is tanking her own strike on behalf of her friend. It's that extra push to make sure Maira doesn't get hurt what ends up getting Avira a little hurt herself. She doesn't seem to mind this though and quite smoothly catches her now empowered weapon once more. White light spreads over Avira the moment those flames are unleashed. She leaps forward, through the flames, and comes out completely unarmed by the beast, protected by her strange power. That power, drawn right from the heart, stoked by her bonds of friendship with Maira and Arthur, give her speed and strength to her strikes. Each blow she inflicts upon the dragon seems to extend beyond the physical reach of the blade. Each swing blurrs with motion as she pushes herself to her absolute limit, throwing herself against the dragon with strike after strike.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart phews as she sends the Golem flying, but looks like that took what she had left out of her. Her balance seems qutie unsteady there, vision blurring as she tries to rub it out. There's still more fighting to do... but it looks like her body isn't able to take it right now. Perhaps too much elemental attacks. Perhaps there was something in the potions. Maybe its just the poisons taking full effect. Well, its a losing fight for her right now, and without a chance to even voice it, from standing on her knees, she slumps down limply face first on the ground, eyes unfocused, passed out like this. Might need to tend to those burns and poison marks over her visible skin.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' The disk slams into the mysterious woman's forehead, stunning her long enough for Aerith to slam the night with her staff in the gut, sending her stumbling back. Snarling, she steps back a few feet and starts getting hotter. And hotter. Her uniform is starting to burn up, though she herself remains unharmed. "What," She asks of Maira. "Do I have to be angry abou--SPLOOSH" She doesn't say SPLOOSH. That's Ariel dumping a bunch of water on her. It puts out the fire and she slowly turns towards the not-a-mermaid. She steps forward when a bubble catches her from behind-- --and schlorps around her, leaving her trapped inside. "Glub?!" She says as the bubble lightly drifts away. "GLUB!!!" Surely that's the last you'll see of her!

:'''[[Rakassa]] has posed:''' Outside the door, the whirring and slamming of metal feet on metal can be heard; the distinctive sounds of Magitek Armors stomping towards the group. So too is there sounds of stomping boots, as well as a few barks of dogs. From the sounds of things, the Vectorian army is rushing in. Our heroes may just want to leave.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr watches Ariel totally completely and forever beat the nameless boss mook. He nods once, "Good shot.." And then, he turns, appearing infront of Maira, protecting her from the dragon's fire. Angantyr becomes her shield, holding back the flames from her body, as his eyes narrow. "That was a mistake." he says, before aiming to PUNCH the dragon in the snout for it's bad breath. Suddenly the Keyblade is in hand again, as he takes a step forward. The Tyrant Breaker starts to radiate light again, getting more and more ready as Avira pushes herself forward with all her might... "We're running out of time...so lets make this quick. A minute is all the time I can spare on you." He says towards the dragon, "Avira, I am here! Down!" he says, and then swings the sword with it's massive force, aiming to once more direct the forces of light and dark to devistating effects right into the belly of the beast.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira winces as Angantyr appears just in time to take the wrath of Merlock. Just like he always does. Ol' reliable Angantyr. Bet he'd never thought he'd be called /that/. Then Avira and Arthur have an exchange, and Maira smiles proudly as the light of Avira's heart glows brightly, charging forward to protect her and bring the sorcerer down. They are getting out of here--and they are going to destroy this place if they can. Maira looks back to Merlock, frowning. "Burn? That's /MY/ line," she informs him, just before the bird (could it be a version of Phoenix?) comes in for another attack, ghostly wings aflame.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' As Vohstra is about to try and deliver a powerful blow to Shadow, something causes his body to vibrate and spasm, for just a mere instant-- his connection with his frost golem is severed, and he feels a drain on his system as part of his life force is now depleted. Slumping over for a moment, the dark samurai reclaims some of his vitality, and refocuses; he squints at Shadow as he tries to keep an eye on the pitch figure moving like greased electricity on medication for people with attention deficit disorder(speed, in other words!). The poison isn't helping; treacherous molecular fluids collide with his inner eco-system, taking away some of the grit that Vohstra had at the very beginning.... otherwise, save for discombobulation, his health is still nigh full-steam. The appearance of the spirits that Maira summons is a bit disconcerting, but Vohstra cannot be swayed from his chosen path, not now, not after all he's been through with that hellish Rohy, who'd stripped him of so much of his dignity. The captain had to seize some of his self-respect back, by facing off against the one who'd assisted in the death of the demonic varg back in the woods..... that person was Shadow. If he could defeat, or stalemate the defeater of his dead victimizer, then maybe he wasn't devoid of hope to be a true warrior again. For a moment, he turns his gaze to fixate on Maira, watching her, acknowledging that she was now making a departure. He doesn't nod, or frown, scowl, narrow his eyes, or anything to show approval -or- disapproval.... he simply stares at her with a vacant expression, but expends zilch in toil to halt her escape. What could he have been thinking? Now with Rakassa gone, and the other Mtek knight out of commission, the captain was the ranking member. With the arrival of the first wave of troops, Vohstra raises his hand, and some of them desist their rush, although more and more flood in, he doesn't grant them leave to strike Angantyr, Avira, Maira.... or anyone... or to aid the strange warlock who fought against the protagonists. However, it seems obvious that he wants the intruders to leave, even if he remains speechless; or maybe that's just what it /seems/ like what he wants, if there was anyone present among the protagonists who could sense auras, and emotions.....

:'''[[Merlock]] has posed:''' Avira's weapon strikes painfully deep into Merlock's flesh, tearing open more flaming wounds, ripping free more glittering black scales, and enraging him even more. If only he had the Lamp! These insects would be no more than dust in the wind! Armored wings, thus far unused except for intimidating purposes, come down with rather amazing accuracy to deflect, turn-aside, or simply block Angantyr's attacks. Their power still resonates painfully through the appendages, but no damage is inflicted per se. Then, as Merlock prepares to attack once more, a ghostly phoenix thing comes around and tears through him AGAIN! His roar cracks the walls and ceiling, shatters any glass still intact in the area, and reverberates in such a way that it is probably painful to EVERYONE, not just those he is attacking. But it is those he is attacking that face his wrath as he changes form. Green magic energy crackles over the dragon, transforming him from massive beast to something else. Before the glow even fades, it is clear that whatever form Merlock has taken, it is much smaller. Infact, for those unaware he's shapeshifting instead of, say, teleporting or disintegrating into nothing, it appears as though he has vanished entirely. Because he has transformed into an opaque black wasp, and he is getting out of here. It's just not worth it. Not worth it... But he's still going to keep an eye on these people once they're gone. He will have his vengeance. Even if he has to carry out upon the descendants of the descendants of Maira's descendants. One of the perks of being immortal is that you can simply wait for the right opportunity.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr smirks, "Nice job ladies." he says, and turns towards a piece of equipment and smashes! "Alright, everyone smash a random piece of important looking machines..." he says, opening a corridor up, "And out through there. Deelel, you know what to do." and Angantyr carries Maira through because he can.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' She wasn't done yet. This was more than likely going to happen again, but there was nothing they could do about it now. "Well, I'd love to... but we need to go now." And lo, the guards and soldiers came, as well as something else. Something that sounded big, and mean. She glanced toward Maira for a brief moment, wondering when she'd ever get to see her again... then shook the thought off. Of course they would. Just not soon enough. Aerith turned toward Ariel and gave a nod. "We need to go, now! Help me with Tifa!" It was thus that the three of them made their hasty retreat through the rift. Still... it was good to see Maira again. Not the best circumstances, but that would change with time.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Just like that, after all that fighting, the enenmies are nuetralized. For now. The sounds of magitek armors and many soldiers are approaching, and they really cannot afford to stick around. Maira reaches up toward her neck, the sight of the ghostly phoenix reminding her of the gift she was given. Gone, of course. "<GOOSEHONK>, I am getting that back," she vows. She is sure she'll see Rakassa again. "Time to go," she says, looking toward the man who was fighting Shadow. He wants them to go? Well, alright. Happy to oblige! Is there still a bit of a spark in her? Is there enough? Maira looks toward the glass capsules that still contain a couple of espers not quite yet drained of their power--she then focuses a blast of her light toward them, hoping to shatter them and let the espers escape or take out their anger on the oncoming soldiers, whatever they would prefer. She's not leaving anyone in this place. Maira groans, sore and weak as Angantyr picks her up, though she aims a small blast of fire over her shoulder toward a shelf of chemicals, starting a fire that should be quite difficult to extinguish before they all make their exit. "...I love... your portals," she informs Ang, then looks back to make sure everyone gets out of there.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel watches as her foe falls back and she lets her run. Seeing she's got a moment, Deelel is stopping to pull the strange puck like items off her legs. Which make beeping noises as she twists them and starts attaching them to various points about the lab. She knows it won't bring the whole place down but this should do some damage. She's setting them on a timer to be certain and soon she's planted all the charges. "Just about done here Ang, charges set and armed. We should be quick these should be enough to gut the lab and do some additional damage hopefully we can cost them more than they got out of this." She scowls before she leaps into the portal once everyone else is through. Shortly after the others are all gone the charges will tick down and violently explode. The over all instlation would be fine if they go of but the lab would be toast. Deelel does not know what will happen when she's through.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Mentioned formerly, Vohstra is the Mtek knight of cessation of movement, of time-stopping.... coldness, things coming to a standstill. He's not so blunt-headed as to stand around doing nothing as Deelel began to set charges, and since Shadow had seemingly dropped out of the picture, Vohstra used whatever ice magics were in his employ, as well as the 'Stop' spell to freeze time entirely, isolating some locuses in order to prevent a few of the devices from going off. Whether he succeeded at this, or not, would be revealed minutes later, and Rakassa would have to deal with the fallout either way, but what was clear was that the combined efforts of the protagonists' amounted to some significant damage in the Mtek facility, specifically, the capsule-chambers where many an esper were contained, and leeched of their vitality. Vohstra was simply interested in damage control at the endgame, and though he may not have salvaged the whole room, his leadership qualities and fighting expertise did most certainly result in the recapture of at least some of the espers, as well as maintaining the structural integrity of some of the capsules in which they needed to be kept. Taking Maira was costly..... perhaps it was a mistake. Honestly, the fallen samurai couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but this plan didn't have the true earmarks of Admiral Rakassa's blueprints; there must've been somebody else behind the scheme, or.... maybe Rakassa did carry out this deed all her own, after, and only after somebody else had planted the seeds of this whole conspiracy into her head, to germinate. Well, whatever the case, their new research would pave the way to revealing how they could infuse persons with essence not just from espers, but other creatures very close in kind to humans, and.... mayhap this would have good results, somewhere down the line?

Faruja Senra

2013-10-11T23:20:29Z

ChurchMouse: Updated Blivon's entry

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
|-
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
|-
|-
|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
|-
|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"...Which amongst thee be innocent, and which guilty? Lord guide me, that the corrupt be purged!"
|-
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|[[Count Valos]]||"Thy gift saved my life. May ye find peace at the lord's side."
|-
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|[[Cressidia]]||"Hmm. Loyal, virtuous, steadfast...but pure? I wonder."
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Any world that turns a proper nezu into a /human/ be quite upside down! Do remind me to never enter the Grid sober my dear."
|-
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|[[Hati]]||"Why, I do believe I must like disproving rumors. Heh."
|-
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"Where be thee, Ser Galvan? Lady 'Kara' and I have a welcome home gift. Bring a few elixirs. 'Tis necessary."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|-
|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Coping well, my dear? Far overdue for a visit."
|-
|-
|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"Though 'twas not the Lord's wish, ye've come out well for thy trials and tribulations. You are welcome amongst the Shard Seekers. Let us leave harsh words behind. 'Tis a new beginning for us all..."
|-
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|[[Ophelia]]||"No better than a shadowy serpent to learn how to cavort in the shade. Perfect."
|-
|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Shall that blade be a blessing, or curse? 'Tis a gift from God, but such gifts are what we make of them."
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Reliable and strong. Curious fashion sense though. Far too many chains for my liking. A Seeker, a friend, the sister of my dearest love. But a word, Ser Ulfang, and my blade is thine own!"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"...A lesser Burmecian would say that ye've been warned prior, dear Judge."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"For such a frail Gargoyle, ye've some knack for injury. Do remember that a broken-winged dove may be beautiful, but 'tis still quite lame. Let we headstrong knights take the blows, hmm?"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"It shall be my pleasure to rip thy heart from thy chest! And that sword shall make an excellent mantlepiece."
|-
|[[Blivon]]||"A Daemon-lover with eyes that see far too close to the truth. Shall ye be an enemy, or an ally? Methinks, sadly, this shan't end with less than blood."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Damnit!"
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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|}

==Acquaintances==

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|[[Chita]]||"...Stubborn, useless Viera!"
|-
|[[Freya]]||"Mmm. Not immediately abhorrent. Polite. Thoughtful. Dragon Knight or nay, ye shall serve perfectly as a partner. Shall we, M'Lady?"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Queegma]]||"A kowtowing, rude, tail-kissing wretch if ever my eye doth find such. At the least, he seems to have /some/ measure of Faith."
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
|-
|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
|-
|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Agrias Oaks]]||"It seems you were correct. Time to see things set to rights."
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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"A thousand deaths would not repay the harm inflicted upon Maira at thy hands. One shall have to suffice."
|-
|-
|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
|-
|[[Royce]]||"I do not take kindly to those whom masquerade as friends. There is a rope with thy name upon it. Hanging must be horrid, for one such ye. And that shall merely be the start."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
|-
|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
|-
|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"...My, my, my. That truth would come from the dishonored. Brave men and women all, yet I fear conflict and ideals shall ever drive us apart."
|-
|-
|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"You, Beoulve, are a good man. Far too good for such a corrupt age that we live within. Thank ye for all that ye've strove for, after I would not believe ye...and yet, methinks in the end we shall never truly see eye to eye. For I dream of the Lord's dominion, and of golden spires of Faith upon the many worlds. 'Tis a pity. Faram forgive those who must work as they feel best."
|
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

= Logs =
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= Cutscenes =
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Rakassa

2013-09-29T21:03:17Z

ChurchMouse: personality section go

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamasa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Gestahlian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian Admiral
|themesong="Eulogy of Ruin" - Michiko Naruke
|quote="A life of pain isn't worth living. A life of pleasure? Worth every second one can grasp."
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the demonic being known as Wrexsoul, the blossoming Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to build her portfolio for vaster tenure, and more covertly, to work for her own gain within the order of the Shadow Lords.

==Personality==

Rakassa is a very social person at heart; a manipulator and seeker of attention. She's often the carrier of a conversation. Confident and decisive, she very rarely doubts herself. She's very rarely overly serious or facetious, presenting herself as the situation calls.

She is very emotional, or more accurately, runs on the emotion of pleasure and seeks it out; in wine, in people, and in pass times. She is lazy alongside that, her seeking of power merely being a pretext to her seeking of enjoyment. She is reluctant at times, except in seeking pleasure. She is very argumentative, arrogant, and often violent to those she disapproves of. She can either inspire or intimidate, depending on which would seem more useful. Similarly, she /can/ be diplomatic, when she keeps her temper in check.

She is very untruthful, unless the truth helps her. She is very aggressive in her mannerisms, unless calm is called for, and even then she chafes at it; often coming off as abrasive. She is relatively content with herself, only seeking enough work in the Shadow Lords to keep her place and power. She's very suspicious of others, and tends to play things safely. She is not religious, nor believes in a higher power, and overall is of the chaotic evil alignment. She'll happily abandon others, if it gives her an advantage

==Relationships==

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

Rakassa

2013-09-26T19:25:53Z

ChurchMouse: Added small history blurb.

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Rakassa
|age=A Lady Never Tells!
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|series=Final Fantasy 6
|hometown=Thamassa
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Shadow Lords, Vectorian Empire
|occupation=Shadow Lord/Vectorian General
|footer=Plotting! Rawr
}}

==History==

A native Thamassan, her merchant family would eventually be enveloped into the Vectorian Empire. Her unique skills were fostered, alongside tutelage from the being known as Wrexsoul, the growing Rakassa would eventually come into contact with the Shadow Lords. Seeking to sate her greed and ambition, the woman uses her position as a highly ranked member of the Empire's military to plot for herself, and more secretly work for her own gain within the Shadow Lords.

==Relationships==

Queegama: "Ahh, my loyal servant! Cunning, intelligent, and utterly subservient with nothing more than a bit of food and guaranteed survival. Really, everyone should recognize my greatness like he does. Mmm. I wonder if he'll ever grow enough of a backbone to actually challenge me? Either way, it'll be amusing."

Faruja Senra

2013-09-26T19:09:30Z

ChurchMouse: Updated some entries. Yay!

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"...Which amongst thee be innocent, and which guilty? Lord guide me, that the corrupt be purged!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"Thy gift saved my life. May ye find peace at the lord's side."
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|[[Cressidia]]||"Hmm. Loyal, virtuous, steadfast...but pure? I wonder."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Any world that turns a proper nezu into a /human/ be quite upside down! Do remind me to never enter the Grid sober my dear."
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|[[Hati]]||"Why, I do believe I must like disproving rumors. Heh."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"Where be thee, Ser Galvan? Lady 'Kara' and I have a welcome home gift. Bring a few elixirs. 'Tis necessary."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Coping well, my dear? Far overdue for a visit."
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"Though 'twas not the Lord's wish, ye've come out well for thy trials and tribulations. You are welcome amongst the Shard Seekers. Let us leave harsh words behind. 'Tis a new beginning for us all..."
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|[[Ophelia]]||"No better than a shadowy serpent to learn how to cavort in the shade. Perfect."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
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|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Shall that blade be a blessing, or curse? 'Tis a gift from God, but such gifts are what we make of them."
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Reliable and strong. Curious fashion sense though. Far too many chains for my liking. A Seeker, a friend, the sister of my dearest love. But a word, Ser Ulfang, and my blade is thine own!"
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|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
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|[[Zargabaath]]||"...A lesser Burmecian would say that ye've been warned prior, dear Judge."
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|[[Zia]]||"For such a frail Gargoyle, ye've some knack for injury. Do remember that a broken-winged dove may be beautiful, but 'tis still quite lame. Let we headstrong knights take the blows, hmm?"
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==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"It shall be my pleasure to rip thy heart from thy chest! And that sword shall make an excellent mantlepiece."
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|[[Blivon]]||"Corrupt, vile, Daemon-worshipper! Ye and ye alone shall truly know my wrath!"
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Damnit!"
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
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==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Chita]]||"...Stubborn, useless Viera!"
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|[[Freya]]||"Mmm. Not immediately abhorrent. Polite. Thoughtful. Dragon Knight or nay, ye shall serve perfectly as a partner. Shall we, M'Lady?"
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Queegma]]||"A kowtowing, rude, tail-kissing wretch if ever my eye doth find such. At the least, he seems to have /some/ measure of Faith."
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
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==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Agrias Oaks]]||"It seems you were correct. Time to see things set to rights."
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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"A thousand deaths would not repay the harm inflicted upon Maira at thy hands. One shall have to suffice."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"I do not take kindly to those whom masquerade as friends. There is a rope with thy name upon it. Hanging must be horrid, for one such ye. And that shall merely be the start."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
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==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"...My, my, my. That truth would come from the dishonored. Brave men and women all, yet I fear conflict and ideals shall ever drive us apart."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"You, Beoulve, are a good man. Far too good for such a corrupt age that we live within. Thank ye for all that ye've strove for, after I would not believe ye...and yet, methinks in the end we shall never truly see eye to eye. For I dream of the Lord's dominion, and of golden spires of Faith upon the many worlds. 'Tis a pity. Faram forgive those who must work as they feel best."
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
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=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

= Logs =
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= Cutscenes =
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Spears and Threats

2013-09-22T23:17:23Z

ChurchMouse: minor edit

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/09/21
|Location=Shard Seeker HQ
|Synopsis=Faruja seeks out Chita, and the pair trade threats, as well as worries.
|Cast of Characters=Chita, Faruja Senra
|pretty='yes'
}}
:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A man wanted for Heresy around his friends is more than enough to get Faruja's ire. Thus, the now berobed Templar is off to confront our wayward Bunny Judge! Having spied the viera make his way off towards the gardens, the ratling follows him after his tidings to the rest of the group. Tail lightly swaying behind him, he at least tries to look somewhat polite as he attempts to spy the man in question. And what /did/ he go and kick out in the garden anyway? Faruja's ear twitches, already thinking of the repair bill as his single eye scans the well-trodden garden area.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' A careful look around would reveal one(1) board, which was previously used in the fence to cordon off the bathing area, snapped messily in two with a bunch of sharding in the wood. Likely kicked - nearly smashed. Beyond that, though - nothing. The Viera happened to be sitting with his back towards the doorway at the moment, door to the bathing area open with just his feet in the water itself. He didn't seem to be relaxing, though, so much as just being lost in thought. Both of his elbows were on his legs and he was hunched over, face buried in his palms and entirely silent. The scarf that had been acting as a sling the previous couple of days was off at the moment and instead laying next to him in a heap.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Squint. Faruja peers at the one(1) now broken board. He sighs lightly. "...At least 'tis naught but timber." It could have been worse. Still, a strange reaction from the viera, and one that has him curious. Did it have something to do with Priel? The Burmecian finally spots the Viera with his feet in the water. Wandering over, he peers down at the Judge. "...What is it? 'Tis hardly in thy nature to sulk so." Questions the Templar. At least he hasn't started in on yelling at the bunny-man! Seeing your own Church betray you tends to temper your outlook. That tail of his curls about one of his ankles.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Chita turned and looked back up towards Faruja silently for a few moments before looking back towards the water. Would he even believe him? Not like most did before anyways. "I do not deal with death well. Or, what appears to be such. I have very few in this world, new or old or ruined or whichever, I truly trust and care about and however briefly I knew them, Priel was among them. Perhaps it was only because she reminded me so much of someone else I know, but..." Truth was he didn't really know why it bothered him that much. He didn't know her all that well, but it still felt like he'd lost a best friend. "And I have other things looming on my mind that I have yet to find a way to answer, or even research. Why are you here? If I had my assumptions, I would have thought you simply wish to see me hang for some slight to your bloodthirsty church."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The ratling frowns. He'd always hated Priel. Still did, if he was honest. But something about Shiki's story utterly bothers the Burmecian. Even /she/ didn't deserve to die like that. A clawed hand clenches, his betraying anger for a moment. "...I cannot claim to have liked her. But such was an unfitting death. My condolences. 'Tis the curse of the short-lived, and adventurous people." It could have so easily been Shiki. The rat shudders at the thought. "Not quite, but a near thing. I shall be frank. Thy assistance to Ramza Beoulve was a mistake. A lapse in judgement. But the results are all the same; you are a wanted man. Only consideration for friends and politics stays my hand." Pausing, he sighs. "Admit thy guilt, beg forgiveness of the High Confessor. Mayhaps even offer thy services as a mercenary. 'Tis little reason for this to go on. And no profit in it. Otherwise? Thy presence here is one that may well threaten those I love."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "No." That was his answer, and he would have left it silent save for the fact that Faruja said something that bothered him. In fact, he accidentally stumbled onto one of the Viera's peeves. "I will not apologize for something that was not wrong, nor will I lie and apologize to satisfy desires to lord over others. There is no guilt to admit, I will not become a pawn for your bloodthirsty church to order around and, quite frankly, both you and I know I am no danger to anyone here." With that, he stands and turns to look down at Faruja. The height difference was quite plain. "That is, I am no danger because I will not hurt anyone here - unless they try to harm me or someone else. Keep in mind I am far more skilled with a spear than you are, Faruja, and if you draw a weapon on me to do something I will personally make sure your ass is bruised with how hard I shove it inside of you. I am a lawkeeper and protector, I do not deserved to be harassed for protecting someone and preventing mass killings from taking place as best as I can."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's jaw sets, some inner part of him withering. By now, he's all too aware of the corruption seething within the Church. That the viera before him would refuse such an offer is painful. "...Stubborn fool! While I admire adherence to principles, 'twould be for the best. No, you would not harm them directly. You have well proven that, I shall give thee that much." The burmecian lets out a frustrated squeak. Then, comes the challenge. Slowly, the rat smirks. "'Tis much to assume, that. We shall see, no doubt. At the least, I know the mountain I must climb before me. I suppose 'tis something to be thankful for." His fur stands on end just slightly, tail lashing. "Just make sure none of them come to harm due to thy actions, direct or indirect. These are the last vestiges of a family I possess. 'Tis a true shame I cannot count thee amongst them."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Chita shakes his head a bit before turning away from Faruja and looking out over the city, the view over the wall still possible. "Yes, that would drain your pride too much to admit the possibility that I am not some cruel, evil being and that, in fact, whatever problem you have with me is foolish." Harsh words. Perhaps he had picked up such from others. "And it is not much to assume - I am quite confident I could lay you flat in a fight unless you did something underhanded like poisoned me beforehand. We both know the outcome of the Hades cup and where we placed respectively, and likewise, every fight we have been in together." Measuring contest? Hard to say. Perhaps Chita was simply in a bad mood and it was showing. "By the by - that bastard you were under command of when they attacked the group in the mountains... I do not recall his name. You would do well to know he tried to hurt two innocent people just to get to me when he cornered me in the coliseum and I refused to let him kill me as punishment. A friend of mine named Lia, whom Priel reminded me of... and a boy you know as well named Sanel. If any harm ever comes to Lia because of your churches madness, I will personally destroy every vestige of it. Do not press me, Faruja. I will never kill anyone, but that will not prevent me from destroying everything you hold dear if you or yours take away the few things I care about and have left after Hades took from me everything else."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The rat's face is well and truly red beneath the fur now. He even seems to be shaking lightly as he temper starts to flare. After a long, deep breath, he manages to speak. "...Fah. A Templar would not stoop to such depths! 'Twas some time ago. We shall see whom bests whom next time!" Faruja's chest even puffs out a bit, the rat trying to look bigger than he is. /Definitely/ measuring contest. His anger thins somewhat, however. "...Truly?" His interest certainly seems piqued. Head tilting lightly, the rat peers into the Viera's own. "Mmm. Curious. Could it have been...?" Mutters the Burmecian to himself. It's the viera's final comments that have him chuckling darkly. "My, my, my. Aren't we both ones for threats tonight? You cannot destroy a faith so easily. Pray that such never comes to pass. I would much rather see thee redeemed."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "You would be quite surprised, indeed, what one can destroy if they put mind to it." Chita's tone, and mood, softens and he seems to sink right back into the sullen state he was in when Faruja first came. "Like any ability one has to feel competent. Or, for that matter, to live knowing that one day there will be respite at the end, and a reunion with those who I lost along the way." Had anyone ever told Faruja of the Viera's 'curse' courtesy of Hades? If not, it may make no sense. He shivers a bit as his head tilts to look towards the water again and he says, "If... if you had a way that may produce a result to save many worlds... at the costs of many lives, albeit not nearly as many as it would save - what would you do? Would you save the few and possibly damn the many? Or damn the few with the possibility that the many may be saved?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja gives Chita a long, confused look. His head tilts. Clearly the rat's missing some information here! "Almost pious words. Odd." Ever the one to take an idea and run with it, he can't help but wonder if the bunny is begging for penance in those words! A fuzzy brow rises at the question. "'Tis the work of the lord to save as many as possible. That a few must be sacrificed is a tragic necessity at times. However, so too are the means within of import. Whom shall die? Are they guilty? Innocent? 'Tis not so easy a question." The rat's look is searching, tail itching. It's an ominous feeling to be asked such.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "Likely both." he freely admitted. "It is not within my power to know, though of those who have already fallen..." It was the screams of the children that he had heard that bothered him the most. "I hate this new world we are in. I hate these damnable heartless creatures, and the keyblades that are required to save us all, and those that deal with them. And yet... they are granting us the very things that will destroy the heartless and restore our worlds." Chita's right hand reaches up and grasps his left elbow before he shivers a little and rather silently simply turns to walk away from Faruja, not saying anything else or really planning on. Who knows exactly what it may be.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...What devilry hath fallen upon thee?" Questions the rat quietly. He's not entirely certain that he wants to know. "The keyblades are a gift from Faram to slay that which would threaten words. 'Tis a duty. Or, mayhaps, a curse. A burden one must bear. My only hope is that Shiki shall survive it." A deep frown sits on his muzzle. The girl is far too young for such a thing. Faruja shakes his head. "Do not do anything foolish."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "Keep telling yourself that." Chita responds rather bitterly. "But there are those of us who know things that would make you realize otherwise." The Viera's right hand slowly extended and something appeared. It was... a weapon, or one could imagine, given the general shape. The entire thing was wrapped in a jacket of sorts, though, nothing of the weapon showing except the shape. If Faruja had any sense of 'Something is wrong' or 'Darkness' or that kind of thing, he could probably easily tell that whatever was covered there was quite dark indeed. "For a brief moment, this weapon... this... abomination formed into something that to my eyes looked quite like a keyblade. Then it losts form and returned to a more generic shape. It was formed at the cost of many, many lifes in Goug when the Black Beast attacked. ... in fact, that is exactly what it is. When I felled the beast, it collapsed into this along with all the hearts it had consumed. And eventually, it could very well reform and begin to consume again. Yet... what is there to do?" He turns to look towards Faruja. How did he even come to have this? Well, he had gotten it from Rhiannon, but he doesn't know such. "Destroy it? Remove any potential it may become a keyblade in the future? Let it remain and pursue letting it come to fruition? Likely at the cost of many more lives?" He closed his eyes and shivered again, mumbling softly, "I can still hear the screams... of those that died... their lasts thoughts before it happened. Etched into their hearts... into this thing. I do not know if I save more at the cost of possibly destroying such a weapon that can be used to save the worlds wholly... or let those that seem to be interested in the creation of this weapon, the study of it... carry on, knowing the lives that will come to be destroyed, the hearts and dreams and wishes that will be lost... from such an act."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja steps back, very nearly tumbling into the water upon the appearance of the blade. His gaze sits upon the unholy weapon, his every sense as a Holy Dragoon crawling. His spear is already in his hands, glowing white, pointed at the thing. He's silent for a long handful of minutes, gears almost visibly turning in his head. "..What? Where did...?" Mutters the rat, before the viera's words finally catchup. Slowly, Faruja stands. "If you value thy soul, thy existance, and the lives of those that you claim to hold dear...destroy that blasphemous, unholy weapon. It /reeks/ of abomination and Heresy! By the Lord, do not be a fool. No good shall come of such a thing. Particularly if this 'Black Beast' may emerge from it once more." A hint of fear sits in his voice, as well as outrage.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "..." Nothing is said for several long moments then the jacket-covered weapon simply vanishes, along with the jacket, back to however Chita kept his and his other weapons. "I have not decided what to do with it yet - and quite honestly, even if I did such, the ones responsible would likely just start anew and even more lives would be lost than originally were slated to be." When his eyes open and he sees the spear, he points towards it and says simply, "Put it away, Faruja. Do not start a fight here, not now. Especially over this thing."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Then one deals with those responsible! Know thee whom would stoop to such...such /methods/? If you are truly a lawkeeper, then you shall see them brought to justice for such an act of murder! A name, viera! Out with it!" This time, the rat doesn't seem keen to back down. Faruja grips his spear, glaring at the Judge before him, teeth bared. "Do the damned right thing. Go no further with this. 'Tis evil. EVIL!"

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "..." Chita stared at Faruja rather blankly as if he'd said something confusing then he shook his head once slowly side to side, "I will not damn someone to your zealous ways. I have not simply begun thinking upon this now, this has been eating away at me for a long time now. Nearly three months now, in fact, since I could not bring myself to lean forward and finish the action of ending the life of the one responsible. I cannot do it, Faruja. I will not kill someone, nor will I tell another to do such. Yet... here I am, now forced to choose between killing someone, or letting them carry on their research on the hopes that it may save us all, knowing what their research will cost. There is no right thing, Faruja."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja outright snarls at the viera's answer. "You...dear Lord! Impious, oafish, stubborn, ignorant lout! If you must /insist/ upon such a course of not killing the vile wretch that is responsible for such a horrid plan, then lock them up! Give them to the authorities! The Inquisition! Lindblum! Cleyra! Such 'research' will only damn us all! That which is impure, cannot save. Only give a mockery of redemption and safety!" Faruja turns away, shaking his head. He slams the spear's head into the ground. "Think, and pray well over this. 'Tis a dangerous, horrid path to damnation that ye tread!" And with that, the Templar stomps away.

Spears and Threats

2013-09-22T23:14:35Z

ChurchMouse: Log up!

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/09/21
|Location=Shard Seeker HQ
|Synopsis=Faruja seeks out Chita, and the pair trade threats, as well as worries.
|Cast of Characters=Chita, Faruja Senra
|pretty='yes'
}}
:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A man wanted for Heresy around his friends is more than enough to get Faruja's ire. Thus, the now berobed Templar is off to confront our wayward Bunny Judge! Having spied the viera make his way off towards the gardens, the ratling follows him after his tidings to the rest of the group. Tail lightly swaying behind him, he at least tries to look somewhat polite as he attempts to spy the man in question. And what /did/ he go and kick out in the garden anyway? Faruja's ear twitches, already thinking of the repair bill as his single eye scans the well-trodden garden area.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' A careful look around would reveal one(1) board, which was previously used in the fence to cordon off the bathing area, snapped messily in two with a bunch of sharding in the wood. Likely kicked - nearly smashed. Beyond that, though - nothing. The Viera happened to be sitting with his back towards the doorway at the moment, door to the bathing area open with just his feet in the water itself. He didn't seem to be relaxing, though, so much as just being lost in thought. Both of his elbows were on his legs and he was hunched over, face buried in his palms and entirely silent. The scarf that had been acting as a sling the previous couple of days was off at the moment and instead laying next to him in a heap.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Squint. Faruja peers at the one(1) now broken board. He sighs lightly. "...At least 'tis naught but timber." It could have been worse. Still, a strange reaction from the viera, and one that has him curious. Did it have something to do with Priel? The Burmecian finally spots the Viera with his feet in the water. Wandering over, he peers down at the Judge. "...What is it? 'Tis hardly in thy nature to sulk so." Questions the Templar. At least he hasn't started in on yelling at the bunny-man! Seeing your own Church betray you tends to temper your outlook. That tail of his curls about one of his ankles.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Chita turned and looked back up towards Faruja silently for a few moments before looking back towards the water. Would he even believe him? Not like most did before anyways. "I do not deal with death well. Or, what appears to be such. I have very few in this world, new or old or ruined or whichever, I truly trust and care about and however briefly I knew them, Priel was among them. Perhaps it was only because she reminded me so much of someone else I know, but..." Truth was he didn't really know why it bothered him that much. He didn't know her all that well, but it still felt like he'd lost a best friend. "And I have other things looming on my mind that I have yet to find a way to answer, or even research. Why are you here? If I had my assumptions, I would have thought you simply wish to see me hang for some slight to your bloodthirsty church."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The ratling frowns. He'd always hated Priel. Still did, if he was honest. But something about Shiki's story utterly bothers the Burmecian. Even /she/ didn't deserve to die like that. A clawed hand clenches, his betraying anger for a moment. "...I cannot claim to have liked her. But such was an unfitting death. My condolences. 'Tis the curse of the short-lived, and adventurous people." It could have so easily been Shiki. The rat shudders at the thought. "Not quite, but a near thing. I shall be frank. Thy assistance to Ramza Beoulve was a mistake. A lapse in judgement. But the results are all the same; you are a wanted man. Only consideration for friends and politics stays my hand." Pausing, he sighs. "Admit thy guilt, beg forgiveness of the High Confessor. Mayhaps even offer thy services as a mercenary. 'Tis little reason for this to go on. And no profit in it. Otherwise? Thy presence here is one that may well threaten those I love."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "No." That was his answer, and he would have left it silent save for the fact that Faruja said something that bothered him. In fact, he accidentally stumbled onto one of the Viera's peeves. "I will not apologize for something that was not wrong, nor will I lie and apologize to satisfy desires to lord over others. There is no guilt to admit, I will not become a pawn for your bloodthirsty church to order around and, quite frankly, both you and I know I am no danger to anyone here." With that, he stands and turns to look down at Faruja. The height difference was quite plain. "That is, I am no danger because I will not hurt anyone here - unless they try to harm me or someone else. Keep in mind I am far more skilled with a spear than you are, Faruja, and if you draw a weapon on me to do something I will personally make sure your ass is bruised with how hard I shove it inside of you. I am a lawkeeper and protector, I do not deserved to be harassed for protecting someone and preventing mass killings from taking place as best as I can."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's jaw sets, some inner part of him withering. By now, he's all too aware of the corruption seething within the Church. That the viera before him would refuse such an offer is painful. "...Stubborn fool! While I admire adherence to principles, 'twould be for the best. No, you would not harm them directly. You have well proven that, I shall give thee that much." The burmecian lets out a frustrated squeak. Then, comes the challenge. Slowly, the rat smirks. "'Tis much to assume, that. We shall see, no doubt. At the least, I know the mountain I must climb before me. I suppose 'tis something to be thankful for." His fur stands on end just slightly, tail lashing. "Just make sure none of them come to harm due to thy actions, direct or indirect. These are the last vestiges of a family I possess. 'Tis a true shame I cannot count thee amongst them."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' Chita shakes his head a bit before turning away from Faruja and looking out over the city, the view over the wall still possible. "Yes, that would drain your pride too much to admit the possibility that I am not some cruel, evil being and that, in fact, whatever problem you have with me is foolish." Harsh words. Perhaps he had picked up such from others. "And it is not much to assume - I am quite confident I could lay you flat in a fight unless you did something underhanded like poisoned me beforehand. We both know the outcome of the Hades cup and where we placed respectively, and likewise, every fight we have been in together." Measuring contest? Hard to say. Perhaps Chita was simply in a bad mood and it was showing. "By the by - that bastard you were under command of when they attacked the group in the mountains... I do not recall his name. You would do well to know he tried to hurt two innocent people just to get to me when he cornered me in the coliseum and I refused to let him kill me as punishment. A friend of mine named Lia, whom Priel reminded me of... and a boy you know as well named Sanel. If any harm ever comes to Lia because of your churches madness, I will personally destroy every vestige of it. Do not press me, Faruja. I will never kill anyone, but that will not prevent me from destroying everything you hold dear if you or yours take away the few things I care about and have left after Hades took from me everything else."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The rat's face is well and truly red beneath the fur now. He even seems to be shaking lightly as he temper starts to flare. After a long, deep breath, he manages to speak. "...Fah. A Templar would not stoop to such depths! 'Twas some time ago. We shall see whom bests whom next time!" Faruja's chest even puffs out a bit, the rat trying to look bigger than he is. /Definitely/ measuring contest. His anger thins somewhat, however. "...Truly?" His interest certainly seems piqued. Head tilting lightly, the rat peers into the Viera's own. "Mmm. Curious. Could it have been...?" Mutters the Burmecian to himself. It's the viera's final comments that have him chuckling darkly. "My, my, my. Aren't we both ones for threats tonight? You cannot destroy a faith so easily. Pray that such never comes to pass. I would much rather see thee redeemed."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "You would be quite surprised, indeed, what one can destroy if they put mind to it." Chita's tone, and mood, softens and he seems to sink right back into the sullen state he was in when Faruja first came. "Like any ability one has to feel competent. Or, for that matter, to live knowing that one day there will be respite at the end, and a reunion with those who I lost along the way." Had anyone ever told Faruja of the Viera's 'curse' courtesy of Hades? If not, it may make no sense. He shivers a bit as his head tilts to look towards the water again and he says, "If... if you had a way that may produce a result to save many worlds... at the costs of many lives, albeit not nearly as many as it would save - what would you do? Would you save the few and possibly damn the many? Or damn the few with the possibility that the many may be saved?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja gives Chita a long, confused look. His head tilts. Clearly the rat's missing some information here! "Almost pious words. Odd." Ever the one to take an idea and run with it, he can't help but wonder if the bunny is begging for penance in those words! A fuzzy brow rises at the question. "'Tis the work of the lord to save as many as possible. That a few must be sacrificed is a tragic necessity at times. However, so too are the means within of import. Whom shall die? Are they guilty? Innocent? 'Tis not so easy a question." The rat's look is searching, tail itching. It's an ominous feeling to be asked such.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "Likely both." he freely admitted. "It is not within my power to know, though of those who have already fallen..." It was the screams of the children that he had heard that bothered him the most. "I hate this new world we are in. I hate these damnable heartless creatures, and the keyblades that are required to save us all, and those that deal with them. And yet... they are granting us the very things that will destroy the heartless and restore our worlds." Chita's right hand reaches up and grasps his left elbow before he shivers a little and rather silently simply turns to walk away from Faruja, not saying anything else or really planning on. Who knows exactly what it may be.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...What devilry hath fallen upon thee?" Questions the rat quietly. He's not entirely certain that he wants to know. "The keyblades are a gift from Faram to slay that which would threaten words. 'Tis a duty. Or, mayhaps, a curse. A burden one must bear. My only hope is that Shiki shall survive it." A deep frown sits on his muzzle. The girl is far too young for such a thing. Faruja shakes his head. "Do not do anything foolish."

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "Keep telling yourself that." Chita responds rather bitterly. "But there are those of us who know things that would make you realize otherwise." The Viera's right hand slowly extended and something appeared. It was... a weapon, or one could imagine, given the general shape. The entire thing was wrapped in a jacket of sorts, though, nothing of the weapon showing except the shape. If Faruja had any sense of 'Something is wrong' or 'Darkness' or that kind of thing, he could probably easily tell that whatever was covered there was quite dark indeed. "For a brief moment, this weapon... this... abomination formed into something that to my eyes looked quite like a keyblade. Then it losts form and returned to a more generic shape. It was formed at the cost of many, many lifes in Goug when the Black Beast attacked. ... in fact, that is exactly what it is. When I felled the beast, it collapsed into this along with all the hearts it had consumed. And eventually, it could very well reform and begin to consume again. Yet... what is there to do?" He turns to look towards Faruja. How did he even come to have this? Well, he had gotten it from Rhiannon, but he doesn't know such. "Destroy it? Remove any potential it may become a keyblade in the future? Let it remain and pursue letting it come to fruition? Likely at the cost of many more lives?" He closed his eyes and shivered again, mumbling softly, "I can still hear the screams... of those that died... their lasts thoughts before it happened. Etched into their hearts... into this thing. I do not know if I save more at the cost of possibly destroying such a weapon that can be used to save the worlds wholly... or let those that seem to be interested in the creation of this weapon, the study of it... carry on, knowing the lives that will come to be destroyed, the hearts and dreams and wishes that will be lost... from such an act."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja steps back, very nearly tumbling into the water upon the appearance of the blade. His gaze sits upon the unholy weapon, his every sense as a Holy Dragoon crawling. His spear is already in his hands, glowing white, pointed at the thing. He's silent for a long handful of minutes, gears almost visibly turning in his head. "..What? Where did...?" Mutters the rat, before the viera's words finally catchup. Slowly, Faruja stands. "If you value thy soul, thy existance, and the lives of those that you claim to hold dear...destroy that blasphemous, unholy weapon. It /reeks/ of abomination and Heresy! By the Lord, do not be a fool. No good shall come of such a thing. Particularly if this 'Black Beast' may emerge from it once more." A hint of fear sits in his voice, as well as outrage.

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "..." Nothing is said for several long moments then the jacket-covered weapon simply vanishes, along with the jacket, back to however Chita kept his and his other weapons. "I have not decided what to do with it yet - and quite honestly, even if I did such, the ones responsible would likely just start anew and even more lives would be lost than originally were slated to be." When his eyes open and he sees the spear, he points towards it and says simply, "Put it away, Faruja. Do not start a fight here, not now. Especially over this thing."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Then one deals with those responsible! Know thee whom would stoop to such...such /methods/? If you are truly a lawkeeper, then you shall see them brought to justice for such an act of murder! A name, viera! Out with it!" This time, the rat doesn't seem keen to back down. Faruja grips his spear, glaring at the Judge before him, teeth bared. "Do the damned right thing. Go no further with this. 'Tis evil. EVIL!"

:'''[[Chita]] has posed:''' "..." Chita stared at Faruja rather blankly as if he'd said something confusing then he shook his head once slowly side to side, "I will not damn someone to your zealous ways. I have not simply begun thinking upon this now, this has been eating away at me for a long time now. Nearly three months now, in fact, since I could not bring myself to lean forward and finish the action of ending the life of the one responsible. I cannot do it, Faruja. I will not kill someone, nor will I tell another to do such. Yet... here I am, now forced to choose between killing someone, or letting them carry on their research on the hopes that it may save us all, knowing what their research will cost. There is no right thing, Faruja."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja outright snarls at the viera's answer. "You...dear Lord! Impious, oafish, stubborn, ignorant lout! If you must /insist/ upon such a course of not killing the vile wretch that is responsible for such a horrid plan, then lock her up! Give her to the authorities! The Inquisition! Lindblum! Cleyra! Such 'research' will only damn us all! That which is impure, cannot save. Only give a mockery of redemption and safety!" Faruja turns away, shaking his head. He slams the spear's head into the ground. "Think, and pray well over this. 'Tis a dangerous, horrid path to damnation that ye tread!" And with that, the Templar stomps away.

Shadowing For A Shadow Lord

2013-09-15T23:26:13Z

ChurchMouse: I can totally do log editing guise~

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/09/15
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Under orders from Admiral Rakassa, Queegmaa hires Faruja and Freya to shadow an outlaw who's been plaguing the empire for years, one who apparently has the grandeur to outgun their elite Mtek knights with minimal backup. Power-hungry, and eager to try and seize the marauder's talents for herself, in whatever capacity possible, the Arch-Admiral now has Faruja and Freya tailing this enigmatic monstrosity's right-hand-man with the intent to get clues as to the location of the primary quarry in question. All the while, Que makes a sunny day at the beach a gloomy one, for the Burmecian Templar!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Freya Crescent, Queegmaa
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:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa was sitting in a fancy outdoor cafe in Costa Del Sol, which happened to be one of his favorite places in the World of Ruin-- if there was beachfront property, then surely, the planet was not as bad off as it could hypothetically be! The palm trees swayed in the breeze, and as if the fresh sea-borne air wasn't enough of a mood booster, the kappa had a nice umbrella that sprung from the center of the table, which blocked the sun from fully drying him out in the heat of the day. He was still sure to hydrate himself, but today he was indulging in fruity little drinks with tiny umbrellas mimicking the very one granting him shade, besides the fact that he was indulging in some exotic dessert that involved a couple scoops of sorbet conveniently placed snuggly inside a half-canteloupe, which was locally grown, and thus..... provided the pinnacle of sugary satisfaction for one who had a sweet tooth, easily competing with the sherbert that was comprised of some artificial ingredients, no doubt. This probably came at the expense of the Vectorite taxpayer, too, which made the whole experience for Que all the more delightful; if there was one thing he loved spending, it was other people's munny! Equally enjoyable, he could forget about his troubles for a bit because he didn't have the admiral belittling him, and having such a high rank in his own right, within the naval fleet, it meant that the staff at this little resort had to pamper him to the height of their capability, since his influence could easily enhance, or ruin their reputation, which would in turn effect the flow of income that sustained any particular business. When the empress was not anywhere to be seen, the king got to be in charge, and the imp could forget about his troubles for at least the briefest of intervals. No alcohol, though, in his beverages, because liquor made the taste bitter, and when considering that he was virtually immune to toxins anyway, given his unique biology, the normally noxious nectar of the drunkard's world would do almost nothing to improve the experience..... beyond that, he had to be on top of his game if he was to negotiate terms with the folks who would be sent from the very tiny Cleyran embassy to meet up with him to discuss prices for their services; being on the same continent, Nezumi were a bit more plentiful in Costa, at times, than they might've been in other, substantially distant realms. At least one of the rat-anthros involved wouldn't have to go through the channel of a third-party bounty agency, since the other individual was allegedly dispatched by Bishopess Emerald, who was in direct communication(and perhaps cahoots) with Rakassa, which meant that the admiral's flunky would have to do far less negotiating when he, or she 'got to the table'. Queegmaa plucked the green-colored cherry off of the top of his citrus-soaked delicacy, and narrowed his eyes, as it was brought to him, "Da hell is this?" Evidently, in this venue, to be more zesty, they decided to decorate their luscious confections with green-cherries, instead of red ones, but, the kappa was not impressed, "....You tryin' ta turn me inta a human or somethin' ridilicous like that? Didn'tcha know that green-cherries reverse da 'effects of the 'Imp' status, and has unpredictyible interactions with my kind?!" He growls at the server, who bows apologetically in response, inwardly irritated that Que insinuated that humans were inferior to the kappa's kind, "Sir, we did not know of this; would you like for me to take it back, and redo it?" The green-skinned fellow shook his head, feeling a little bit on the generous side, because of the fact that he was so relaxed from being on his miniature vacation, and scoffed at her, "Ferget it. I dun got time ta wait for you to remake this sh*t. You can continya doin' whatever menial tasks yer slave-master has set out for ya, you miserable peon!" Eye twitching, and lips trembling with anger that was obviously being suppressed, the waitress bowed her head once more and went back inside, most likely to gossip to the other personnel about her obnoxious customer. The cyborg-imp, on the other hand, props his leg(the organic one, at least) up on the bench on the opposing side of the one upon which he sits, on the other side of the table, and uncaringly chucks the cherry over his shoulder, which just happens to plunge into somebody else's drink, not far off; due to concerns of sanitation, the victim of Que's reckless behavior now finds himself unwilling to drink his draft, and grumbles in frustration, twisting his head to see who caused his misfortune. Seeing the residual motion of Que's arm as it retracted, the rather hefty fellow got up from his table, and started to make his way towards the kappa, but it would take a moment for him to reach the culprit, so Queegmaa was at total ease, in spite of the fact that he just made two enemies for the measly price of one tiny cherry!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja Senra would like Costa Del Sol so much more if it wasn't so blasted hot, and he wasn't here on official business. Official business meant looking like a Templar. Which meant wearing armor. Even /with/ enchantments to help keep him cool, plate mail of the gold-plated variety is hot. And so, as the Burmecian clanks into the cafe, he eyes the various drinks with relish. Passing the poor waitress, he stops her, quickly inquiring as to a Mr. Queegmaa's table. Soon enough, after a sour look from the waitress lessened by the ratling's polite manner, she gives him directions. And off he goes, to notice the portly man about to accost (verbally or otherwise) the strange techno-kappa. At first, the rat recoils at such a strange combination of metal and flesh. Thankfully, before he can get things started off on the wrong foot, there's a situation in progress. Time to intervene! Smile! Taking a few steps forward, the rat steps beside the Kappa's chair. "Lord bless, and good 'eve Ser! Please pardon my intrusion, however, you seem quite perturbed with my companion. All a simple misunderstanding, certainly. Here...M'Lady!" Turning, he motions to the nearest waitress. Pointing to the angry man, he nods. "If 'tis no trouble, I would like to pay for the gentleman's meal. Drinks, dessert...whatever 'twould be pleasing." Back to the man. "No ill will afford, hmm, by Ajora's grace?"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa didn't mind the heat too much, because he was always moist, due to being a frequent user of oils, when he wasn't busy actually soaking himself in actual water. Presently, he was staying cool by way of munching on some rather delicious sherbert, but sooner or later, he'd have to dunk himself or else end up in a similar predicament as Faru, since the kappa was also adorned in a good bit of metal, being a cybernetic being. When Faruja decides to intercede on his behalf, he groans, "Your companion? What da hell are ya talkin' about? You ain't even given me no intro, or sat at da table here!" Not entirely ungrateful for the fact that Faru was trying to defuse an inflamed patron, he didn't like the fact that he was being referred to as though they were actually on tolerable terms; true, they would've eventually broken bread together, now that Que was able to determine that Faruja was one of the Nezumi who was supposed to rendezvous with him, but prematurely calling himself the imp's 'companion' caused him mild irritation. He had to curb -some- of his effrontery, nonetheless, because the fate of a successful mission hinged on being able to cooperate with the emissary of Glabados! The distressed customer is satisfied with Faru's concession, and the waitress acknowledges that whatever the man purchases will come out of the Burmecian's pocket. The large man returns to his seat, and Queegmaa raises a brow at Faruja curiously, "Ya paid fer somebody ya dun even know nothin' about. I thought the church was 'sposed ta be gittin' donations, 'stead of giving dem out, less it's to paupers. Ain't nobody in this town hurtin' for munny.... ha!" He cackles, then offers a seat to the Nezumi. "Ya know bud.... if ya were planning on coming to a place where you knew it'd be hot as the dickens, you mighta considered gettin' a furcut.... maybe jus' a 'lil trim or somethin'? Either that or brought one of dem eastern-style hand-held paper fans....." After he says this, his eye twitches just a sliver, as he remembers the last person in explicit who carried a fan with her; Rosemarie. The kappa promptly banishes the witch from his mind as he tries to reclaim the semi-serene feelings he was experiencing, due to the ambience of the Costa Del Sol experience, which was minus the regular stresses that he had to deal with, that included Shadow Lords, vampires, and endlessly hungry drows.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' ~ Several Hours Ago ~ Faruja stands at attention while he's briefed by the Bishopess Emerald. The meeting winds down. A crossing of his chest, a 'Your Holiness', and the rat's about to step out of the room. Emerald calls to him. "Oh, and Child? Try to watch your temper. Your contact is..." She pauses, visibly hunting for a word. "Trying." "I shall do my utmost, M'Lady Bishop." As the door shuts behind him, he can't help but wonder if the contact will really be all that bad. ~ Now ~ After successfully diffusing the situation, Faruja Senra's unburnt brow twitches in irritation. His face is what is best called 'distantly polite and friendly'. Inwardly, he wants to reach over and strangle the Kappa. With a feigned cough, he manages to hold onto his temper. For now. "A mistake for which I must apologize. However, 'twas all in the effort of calming the good gentleman. 'Twould do neither of us good to have to deal with an enraged customer while business is afoot. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados. Well met, Ser, and may Faram and the Holy Prophet watch over thee always. If I may?" Indicating a seat, he'll wait for the invitation. "A small sacrifice for peace, methinks." Shrug. The rat doesn't seem too bothered, really. Then, the invitation comes, and the rat sits. He crosses his legs, tail swaying. "Oh, I assure thee, such a thing shall be rectified quickly. It shan't do to pass out in the middle of an operation. My appointment to this, however, was a touch short notice. I thought it better to suffer momentarily than to be less than prompt." "Thy name, Ser?" Seems he's at least wiling to see to introductions properly!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' "You-thinks is a pretteh-d*mn good way ta put it. Ya got no idea what that guy may order now that the bill's on you, and this place ain't exactily da Motel Eight....." he sneers, finding amusement at the fact that Faruja may just have to pay a king's ransom, if the customer decides to go the full nine yards and wallow in the pleasures that the little cafe had to offer-- there /was/ a tiny massage parlor area owned attached to the cafe, and technically, if the waitress conspired to make a few extra bucks for her establishment, a suggestion could easily be made, and an extra fee appended to the 'food' service. It wasn't a four-star hotel with every amenity known to mankind, but this little venue did have a few nice features for those inclined towards decadence; this was Costa Del Sol, after all! The imp wasn't about to disclose all this, though, because the deed was said and done.... and it wasn't -his- money, so Que wasn't about to suffer as a result of the Nezumi's mistake, which made life all the better! Whenever Rakassa made an error, which was a rarity, often she took it out on the kappa, even if Queegmaa was completely innocent, so, seeing someone else suffer was a dandy change of pace. "I'm Queegmaa." He flaps his hand unimpressedly, "But let's dissipense with the niceties n' all that. You and yer well-mets, and your me-thinks, and yer thys, and thees, twoulds, sers, and that outdated cr*p has got me thinkin' dat da last thing I wanna do is end up gettin' ta know ya, and feel oblygated to try 'n be pals....."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Inwardly, Faruja prays to Faram to give him the strength to not knock the block off of this Kappa. Every word screams 'toady' and 'arrogance'. The ratling's face falls into smolder, stoic peering at the metal-bearing creature before him. The swish of his tail picks up. "Then mayhaps when he next passes Mullonde, he shall remember the kindness of one of its knights." His clawed hands fold. Faruja orders a drink from the waitress. He'll need it for this one. "Fine then. To business. Now, I am to understand there has been an...altercation regarding one of my countrymen?" the rat doesn't bother hiding his displeasure here. Sullying the good name of his fallen kingdom doesn't sit right with him, even if he doesn't like its king.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa leans forward a little, idly fingering the sorbet spoon, stirring it around as he remarks, "Dun get me wrong..... I'm not lookin' ta make ya into a mortal nemezis, either, cuz yer institution is a good one....." he finally relents a little-- well, at least the kappa showed favor to the flag for which Faruja stood, which had to earn a few good marks for Que, even if the imp wasn't altogether friendly towards Faruja on an individual basis; mayhap the reptilian wasn't wholly irredeemable! He doesn't do it to score with Faruja, but merely to annul the happenstance that a certain Nezumi might try to poison his executives against the empire, because Queegmaa made a remarkably bad impression. Whether the amphibious stooge actually does admire the church is another question entirely, but he can always /claim/ that he spoke highly of Glabados, if Faruja tries to besmirch the attitude of the kappa towards the templars, for if a naval captain of the Gestahlian Empire were to put his word against Faru, and it came to be known that it was just a personal dislike of the rodent and not the institution itself.... well, who would dare accuse the kappa of harboring disdain for Glabados, when it was just a mere enforcer with whom Que took issue? A very convenient backdoor is now available if Faruja tries to 'frame' Queegmaa as some sort of heretical sympathizer! As if to further anchor his authenticity, he takes a bite of his dessert, then chimes in a second time, on the same topic, to reaffirm his 'obvious' inclination towards a faithful approach to life, "Ya know.... my peeps were real devout types, believin' in deities 'n whatnot. Kinda hard to think dat this big shibang is all by chance, so I'll try ta honor their ways 'n guesstimate that dem sendin' someone as senshimental as you is all part of da Great One's plan....." He shrugs. Little insurance policies to back-up his piety aside, Que proceeded, "Somethin' like that. A guy of some notoriety named Fraggo Larsony.... or somethin' thereabouts, has been helpin' a dude named Rohy with his regular mischief; and for your information, Rohy's been causing trouble fer da empire for some time, but he ain't one bit sloppy. We're hopin' to send a rat to catch one..... We may not be able to find Ro, but if you can find Go, then we'll be sittin' pretty."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' At first, Queeg's wit only serves to further steam the rat, but as he begins to speak of his country, the rat's look softens. While not much on pride of self, pride of country still lingers well in his heart. By the time the kappa's done speak of Church and Country, Faruja is mostly smiles. After all, he'd been betrayed by both organizations, even if he loves them still. "Thy people's piety speaks much for their heart. Mayhaps one day they shall come to know of Holy Ajora and Faram." A nod, and a crossing of his chest. At least, the silver-tongued toady has managed to calm the furious rat! "A strange blade to wield, if 'tis true. I would hope for one sharper, but as the Lord wills." The mere name, has Faruja nearly snarling. Squeezing his hand, he shakes his head. "Frego Larson, the bomber. Yes. 'Twould be my honor to assist in the hunt for the vile, dishonorable wretch. Puts my entire people to shame."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' ""I can't say I'm used to this sort of work," Freya announced as she had entered the doorway and began walking toward the cyborg and the other burmecian--who she assumed was another of her kingdom's, anyway, at first. Her footfalls were gentle and graceful, stepping alongside the other two and doffing her hat momentarily, revealing her long furred ears and long straight white hair. "Freya Crescent--I had heard there was work to be done in locating a criminal, was it?" her accent was decidedly English, voice a high feminine alto. "If it's someone like that then I wouldn't be opposed to working to find them, though I am not sure if I can work as an assassin, if that's what's needed..." she replaced her hat, nodding to the two fellows. 

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Faruja was oblivious to the fact that Que's people would never come to know of the Holy Faram,, for, they were all but abolished after a few poorly executed stunts by Queegmaa himself, but this is not something he cares to elaborate on, since it only would cause him to shudder in emotional agony, if he dwelt upon it heavily, so instead, the kappa decides to try and shuffle the notion to the back of his mental deck of cards, and move on to more pragmatic ordeals. When the templar speaks of how Frego had dishonorably put his people to shame, Que feels an inward pang, reminding him that the one they are to hunt is probably no less fiendish than himself, but.... the kappa already knew there were folks who probably had it out for him-- his objective was to keep the eye on the prize, and do what it took to get there, even if sometimes that meant capturing fugitives no worse than him, in order to amass more wealth to line his pockets, or the kappa equivalent. When Freya emerged from the doorway, not far off, Queegmaa shook his head, "No assassins needed..... besides, if the empire wants ta take out da threat, then dey'll figure a way on doin' it with their special forces. We dun want Frego dead...." The imp snaps his fingers, "....If Fracko can't speak, or move.... den we can't really have him lead us ta Rohy..... or tell us where da guy is, so all you and Faru's gotta do here is find 'em, and follow 'em for awhile..... Get ta know his routine checkpoints, and his routes. We found some bodies in a forest not far from us, an' we think Rohy kidnapped some of our crew, and some of Frelko's signature ingredients were left behind, so they gotta be working together, again." Since Frego was an independent contractor, it was known he had few true loyalties, but, one of his most common employers was rumored to be none other than Rohy, the rogue ronin-- this was well known to those from the imperial capital, and presumably the Returners, but beyond those from the World of Balance, Rohy was hardly famous.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As the female nezumi makes her appearance, the Burmecian stands. A brow quirks, the rat's jaw setting briefly. A Royal Dragon Knight. And perhaps a noble at that. With some effort, he manages to look welcoming, though his tail swishes a bit more violently than necessary. Faruja pulls out a chair for Freya. Standing aside, he waits for Freya to sit first, offering a crossing of his chest in Ajoran fashion. "Well met, Dame Crescent. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, at thy service. 'Tis a pleasure to see a countrywoman here." At least, in that, he's being honest. Every now and then, despite himself, he shoots Freya a curious glance. Did the King send her? 'Not used to this sort of work' indeed! Thankfully, he's listening, and offers most of his attention to Que. "Ahh, well. Shadow him, and find his accomplice. Then, an ambush mayhaps? Capture the lot of them, and turn them over to rightful authorities for proper judgement. But tell me more of his associate, and the ones whom hath been so cruelly taken. Are they one to slay hostages? We must know how lightly to tread for fear of their lives."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya likewise is silent as she listened to the task set forth to them, nodding her head as she took in various details. "Alright, he is to be alive then--I too am concerned also about those he has kidnapped, perhaps we might need to use stealth in this in some way... hrm," gears are churning in that mouse lady's head, likely--and there are gears to turn, not one to simply be complacent and not ask questions.
 "Perhaps one of us could act as a distraction while the hostages are seen to, before we confront him?" Freya turned more to Faruja then to ask this, not trying to seem like she is ignoring their employer, but she's already scheming on how to get this done bloodlessly.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa knows just shy of nothing about Nezumi, so while Faruja cordially behaves in a formal manner, greeting Freya, who could very well be of aristocratic stock, the kappa doesn't bequeath any more courtesy to the woman than he did Faru.... at least, not intentionally; being that the he-dragoon tried to engage in pleasantries, the lizardly one had verbally chastised him right off the bat, yet, since Freya was doing an expert job at adhering mostly to business, instead of trying to get friendly, it keeps Que's mind focused on his target. Finally, when Faruja asks the big questions, Que rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly, and nervously begins to make an admission, "I..... would not say that you should be partaking in the ambush, since.... our beloved emperor, or rather, his representatives, don't want to regard the lives of its hopeful ally with such thoughtlessness." He tries to think of an optimal way to word what he's about to say, while trying to tone down the nationalistic arrogance that the empire is always known for, "Our Magitek Knights are the most elite of the elite, and even in the World of Ruin, I'd dare say that our prime members could contend with some of the less-experienced Shadow Lords." Which was about as massive as a boast as one could make, while still /trying/ to stay within the realm of feasibility, though, maybe Que was exaggerating on their mettle just a tad. Whatever the case may be, he accommodates both Nezumi further, "They would be equal to, say.... the Sword Saints of the Ivalician world, or, somethin' around that level 'o power." Definitely an exaggeration, if he's putting Mteks on the same level as Cidolfas, about whom Faruja has surely been educated-- on the other hand, Celes was a 'Rune Knight', and so she might've qualified as being roughly on par with Ivalician Rune Knights, who were only a notch below Sword Saints, in caliber. "Ta get ta my point.... we had no less than two Magitek Knights of considerable fame in that troupe, and it was, as far as we know, decimated. What we're dealin' with here is sumfin' a lot worse than your everyday warlord." The maritime beast nods, solemnly, "You two jus' need ta chart what Fragle is up to, and then give yer findings to us as soon as you both think ya notice patterns emergin', at which point we'll get our think-tanks to do a more in-depth exmanination to figure out where he's goin' and what he's doin'. No disrespect intended....", at this juncture, Que actually demonstrates a bit of courtesy and apologetically bows his head. "You guys mebbe gonna be offered a subsqueant commission ta help catch Frego along with a few of our troops.... /after/ we figure out his movements.... but we dun wanna spook Rohy and make him change up his tactics-- and yeah.... if you guys screw it up, it could impact the hostages, so.... don't get found out, capiche?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...Warriors of the same skill as 'Thunder God' Cid." Faruja states quietly. For a long moment, the Burmecian merely stares as Queegmaa. Finally, he smiles. "'Twould be a great honor to assist in seeing such skillful, honorable knights freed. Indeed, it would please me greatly to meet them. Thy most benevolent ruler's concern for our well being is most assuredly appreciated. Indeed. No duo of knights could defeat such a foe." Any thoughts of pleasantries are out the window, the rat's face grim now that he's been told the full weight of the operation. "A Temple Knight and.." He pauses, indicating the woman beside him. "A Knight of the Royal Highness are flexible enough methinks." The ratling turns to his fellow knight, nodding to Freya. If nothing else, she's likely to be competent. "The lives of the hostages, and the information to find and rescue them, shall be the highest priority. As for capturing him, I would love nothing more than to see such criminals brought to justice. Agreed, Ser Queegmaa."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "Hm, so we are to ferret out this ruffian so that he can be better taken care of, I see," Freya nodded slowly after being reaffirmed of the task at hand. "I think that can be accomplished--finding out where he goes and where he's been, and making note of his habits... must be getting food and supplies from somewhere, possibly leaning on a settlement for such," she shrugged, pauldrons clinking a little against the spear haft against her back. "Well then, shall we go? we likely have much to speak of," she raised a brow to Faruja, smiling a little as she seemed to have noted the other burmecian's looks at her throughout the conversation. 

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Que shook his head, and remarked, "Rohy's power is so otherworldly that its source is bein' soug....." he stops himself, as he almost slips, and secretly recognizes that his little blunder could haunt him someday, but, since he didn't say anything more than what was mentioned vocally, his sentiments could be attributed to anything, including alcoholic beverages, which, unbeknownst to Freya and Faruja, the kappa does not actually drink! He shakes his head, "To get my point across, there are forces that would love to ally, or manipulate Rohy, and this should be evident in light of the fact that he managed to capture two nigh-peerless soldiers augmented to the maximum capacity of our empire. The truth is, we wanna apprehend Rohy and figure out what da hell is makin' him so tough, so that dangerous weaponry dun fall inta da wrong hands..... And Bishopess Emerald is fully behind us on dis line of thinkin!" He peers directly at Faruja as he refers to Emerald, but then says no more-- perhance Que's, and the empire's refusal to treat the two Nezumi like expendables was symbolic of their interest at remaining in Glabados' good graces, and.... that of the Nezumi race, in a universal sense? Else.... why would he care what happened to Freya? Maybe the empire wasn't so bad after all, regardless of what some gossipers had let loose? Peering at Freya, Queegmaa grins, "I hope ya ain't thinkin' of leapin' headfirst without some sorta game plan.... Eager, are we?" He chuckles, then pulls out some documents, "Dis is what we got on Frelkro. You both need ta study it and send us some kinda proposal on how ya intend to go about this, so ya don't end up givin' away everyding we've worked hard to compile on Frekol, so far. That should prolly take ya both like a day or so.... then, it'll go through our nerd-department, then.... we'll give you a green light or tell ya that we wanna make some modifications." He takes another bite of his delicacy, "Jus' that y'all are rodent-folks, which is why we're askin' you to help ta begin with. We know about Rohy and Fracko, and you all know about Nuzemi, so we gotta put our heads tagether if we're gonna do dis right, yeah?...."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Siip. Faruja drinks. Perhaps too much at times! The ratling takes a sip to steady himself a bit. Such power in one being...it's a frightening thought in a criminal. Letting the Lady Dragoon hold down the fort, he listens to the pair as he thinks. "Well then, if the Lady Bishop approves..." The rat follows, nodding to Quee. He'll have to keep an eye on his superior. Who knows if she's one of the corrupt ones. At Freya's eagerness, the rat honestly smiles. "'Tis hardly in the heart of any right-thinking nezumi to abide by criminals and dishonor. Yet, a Royal Dragon Knight certainly can temper themselves." Adds the rat, attempting to boost the woman's stature a bit. Freya doesn't come off as immediately dislikable as most Royal Dragon Knights to the Templar, and he'll hardly let his fellow countryrat be chastised by a foreigner. "We shall review this information, and get back to thee swiftly. Ahh...where be thee staying, Lady Freya? Shall we convene tonight over the issue?" Seems the rat's just as eager to get started as Freya!

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "An inn I suppose, but yes, we must review the information before we make any move, lest we embarrass our orders, can't have that now," Freya nodded as she rose from her seat, nodding to the cyborg imp and then to her partner in all this, as it would appear. "You are under orders from your bishop to undertake these matters?" she asked off-handedly to Faruja, as she pushed her chair in and turned to him, apparently addressing him directly and casually since it seemed they were done with the imp. "Might seem a bit odd for us to room together, but I think it might help cut traveling costs if we were to do so, then," she added to Faruja, was she teasing him? Oh my.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' It was indeed an unsettling thought that a criminal had such monstrosity at his disposal, but then.... what if it fell into the hands of one who was already a certified nightmare to begin with?! Precisely why Rakassa sought it..... so that -she- could become that nightmare, instead of one of her competitors, but then, all the Shadow Lords were probably conspiring against one another to a degree, which was what made them so intelligent, and capable; years compounded on years of literal and metaphorical backstabbing had to have made the order of the Shadow Lords quick-witted and handy enough to maintain those positions of authority, which was precisely why Queegmaa was thus far, resigned to the possibility of being kept forever in check-mate by Rakassa, with his only real purpose in life to serve /her/ ambitions, and expand on her dreams, rather than following his own. This wasn't to say he didn't have the same insidious designs that his master had, but at the present, the one at the helm was /not/ the water demon..... but a human whose diabolic nature exceeded that of her flunkey who'd been /born/ a mephistophelian creature of the supernatural brand. When the suggestion is made that they room together, Que takes the opportunity to become snarky, and cackles, "Hehe.... By next week, I suspect the Nezumi population will number in the thousands, given how prolific vermin tend to be, when in close quarters.... eh? Good luck on dat, you lovebirds!" Certainly, Que would have fun with this little aggregate, since Freya's thoughts had been voiced aloud! With that, Que waves his hand, "Now.... why dun you two find some cozy place to do yer infesting.... I wanna get back to doin' my own thing, here, 'n no offense to either of ya, but I like ta drink alone!" Not exactly true, since he didn't utilize liquor, but, not absolutely false, since he didn't specify what kind of beverages he liked to swallow in solitude-- all that aside, he says it with flawless certainty, for.... truth or lie matters little with Queegmaa, seeing that he can lie as well as the best of Zozoians the world over.....in the World of Balance, specifically, surmising that in some alternate reality, it still existed!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's face flushes lightly, the ratling coughing. "Quite, M'Lady, I merely mean which hotel. Worry naught, I shan't do anything scandalous, upon my honor as a Temple Knight, and as a former soldier of our country. Nor give the appearance of such!" The ratling even bows! Teasing effective. Then, the rat turns to Quee. Finally, his temper breaks. "...I am quite taken, Ser Queegmaa. Strictly professional, I assure thee, no doubt others of my kin are quite suitably seeing our population woes done away with." And with Queegma on the way out? Faruja takes a slow, quiet breath. "Send thy regards to thy Emperor, Ser. Ajora guide thy path." Then, the rat turns to Freya. Smile! He'll take a dragon knight over a rude kappa any day. "Yes, the Lady Bishop Emerald ordered me to see to this matter, though she gave precious little information. Not normally something the Holy Church is tasked with when it is not our priests. Mayhaps...no, no, nevermind." Faruja shuts up before he speculates too much. "A opportunity to do good in the world, no doubt."

Shadowing For A Shadow Lord

2013-09-15T23:24:46Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/09/15
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Under orders from Admiral Rakassa, Queegmaa hires Faruja and Freya to shadow an outlaw who's been plaguing the empire for years, one who apparently has the grandeur to outgun their elite Mtek knights with minimal backup. Power-hungry, and eager to try and seize the marauder's talents for herself, in whatever capacity possible, the Arch-Admiral now has Faruja and Freya tailing this enigmatic monstrosity's right-hand-man with the intent to get clues as to the location of the primary quarry in question. All the while, Que makes a sunny day at the beach a gloomy one, for the Burmecian Templar!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Freya Crescent, Queegmaa
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:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa was sitting in a fancy outdoor cafe in Costa Del Sol, which happened to be one of his favorite places in the World of Ruin-- if there was beachfront property, then surely, the planet was not as bad off as it could hypothetically be! The palm trees swayed in the breeze, and as if the fresh sea-borne air wasn't enough of a mood booster, the kappa had a nice umbrella that sprung from the center of the table, which blocked the sun from fully drying him out in the heat of the day. He was still sure to hydrate himself, but today he was indulging in fruity little drinks with tiny umbrellas mimicking the very one granting him shade, besides the fact that he was indulging in some exotic dessert that involved a couple scoops of sorbet conveniently placed snuggly inside a half-canteloupe, which was locally grown, and thus..... provided the pinnacle of sugary satisfaction for one who had a sweet tooth, easily competing with the sherbert that was comprised of some artificial ingredients, no doubt. This probably came at the expense of the Vectorite taxpayer, too, which made the whole experience for Que all the more delightful; if there was one thing he loved spending, it was other people's munny! Equally enjoyable, he could forget about his troubles for a bit because he didn't have the admiral belittling him, and having such a high rank in his own right, within the naval fleet, it meant that the staff at this little resort had to pamper him to the height of their capability, since his influence could easily enhance, or ruin their reputation, which would in turn effect the flow of income that sustained any particular business. When the empress was not anywhere to be seen, the king got to be in charge, and the imp could forget about his troubles for at least the briefest of intervals. No alcohol, though, in his beverages, because liquor made the taste bitter, and when considering that he was virtually immune to toxins anyway, given his unique biology, the normally noxious nectar of the drunkard's world would do almost nothing to improve the experience..... beyond that, he had to be on top of his game if he was to negotiate terms with the folks who would be sent from the very tiny Cleyran embassy to meet up with him to discuss prices for their services; being on the same continent, Nezumi were a bit more plentiful in Costa, at times, than they might've been in other, substantially distant realms. At least one of the rat-anthros involved wouldn't have to go through the channel of a third-party bounty agency, since the other individual was allegedly dispatched by Bishopess Emerald, who was in direct communication(and perhaps cahoots) with Rakassa, which meant that the admiral's flunky would have to do far less negotiating when he, or she 'got to the table'. Queegmaa plucked the green-colored cherry off of the top of his citrus-soaked delicacy, and narrowed his eyes, as it was brought to him, "Da hell is this?" Evidently, in this venue, to be more zesty, they decided to decorate their luscious confections with green-cherries, instead of red ones, but, the kappa was not impressed, "....You tryin' ta turn me inta a human or somethin' ridilicous like that? Didn'tcha know that green-cherries reverse da 'effects of the 'Imp' status, and has unpredictyible interactions with my kind?!" He growls at the server, who bows apologetically in response, inwardly irritated that Que insinuated that humans were inferior to the kappa's kind, "Sir, we did not know of this; would you like for me to take it back, and redo it?" The green-skinned fellow shook his head, feeling a little bit on the generous side, because of the fact that he was so relaxed from being on his miniature vacation, and scoffed at her, "Ferget it. I dun got time ta wait for you to remake this sh*t. You can continya doin' whatever menial tasks yer slave-master has set out for ya, you miserable peon!" Eye twitching, and lips trembling with anger that was obviously being suppressed, the waitress bowed her head once more and went back inside, most likely to gossip to the other personnel about her obnoxious customer. The cyborg-imp, on the other hand, props his leg(the organic one, at least) up on the bench on the opposing side of the one upon which he sits, on the other side of the table, and uncaringly chucks the cherry over his shoulder, which just happens to plunge into somebody else's drink, not far off; due to concerns of sanitation, the victim of Que's reckless behavior now finds himself unwilling to drink his draft, and grumbles in frustration, twisting his head to see who caused his misfortune. Seeing the residual motion of Que's arm as it retracted, the rather hefty fellow got up from his table, and started to make his way towards the kappa, but it would take a moment for him to reach the culprit, so Queegmaa was at total ease, in spite of the fact that he just made two enemies for the measly price of one tiny cherry!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja Senra would like Costa Del Sol so much more if it wasn't so blasted hot, and he wasn't here on official business. Official business meant looking like a Templar. Which meant wearing armor. Even /with/ enchantments to help keep him cool, plate mail of the gold-plated variety is hot. And so, as the Burmecian clanks into the cafe, he eyes the various drinks with relish. Passing the poor waitress, he stops her, quickly inquiring as to a Mr. Queegmaa's table. Soon enough, after a sour look from the waitress lessened by the ratling's polite manner, she gives him directions. And off he goes, to notice the portly man about to accost (verbally or otherwise) the strange techno-kappa. At first, the rat recoils at such a strange combination of metal and flesh. Thankfully, before he can get things started off on the wrong foot, there's a situation in progress. Time to intervene! Smile! Taking a few steps forward, the rat steps beside the Kappa's chair. "Lord bless, and good 'eve Ser! Please pardon my intrusion, however, you seem quite perturbed with my companion. All a simple misunderstanding, certainly. Here...M'Lady!" Turning, he motions to the nearest waitress. Pointing to the angry man, he nods. "If 'tis no trouble, I would like to pay for the gentleman's meal. Drinks, dessert...whatever 'twould be pleasing." Back to the man. "No ill will afford, hmm, by Ajora's grace?"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa didn't mind the heat too much, because he was always moist, due to being a frequent user of oils, when he wasn't busy actually soaking himself in actual water. Presently, he was staying cool by way of munching on some rather delicious sherbert, but sooner or later, he'd have to dunk himself or else end up in a similar predicament as Faru, since the kappa was also adorned in a good bit of metal, being a cybernetic being. When Faruja decides to intercede on his behalf, he groans, "Your companion? What da hell are ya talkin' about? You ain't even given me no intro, or sat at da table here!" Not entirely ungrateful for the fact that Faru was trying to defuse an inflamed patron, he didn't like the fact that he was being referred to as though they were actually on tolerable terms; true, they would've eventually broken bread together, now that Que was able to determine that Faruja was one of the Nezumi who was supposed to rendezvous with him, but prematurely calling himself the imp's 'companion' caused him mild irritation. He had to curb -some- of his effrontery, nonetheless, because the fate of a successful mission hinged on being able to cooperate with the emissary of Glabados! The distressed customer is satisfied with Faru's concession, and the waitress acknowledges that whatever the man purchases will come out of the Burmecian's pocket. The large man returns to his seat, and Queegmaa raises a brow at Faruja curiously, "Ya paid fer somebody ya dun even know nothin' about. I thought the church was 'sposed ta be gittin' donations, 'stead of giving dem out, less it's to paupers. Ain't nobody in this town hurtin' for munny.... ha!" He cackles, then offers a seat to the Nezumi. "Ya know bud.... if ya were planning on coming to a place where you knew it'd be hot as the dickens, you mighta considered gettin' a furcut.... maybe jus' a 'lil trim or somethin'? Either that or brought one of dem eastern-style hand-held paper fans....." After he says this, his eye twitches just a sliver, as he remembers the last person in explicit who carried a fan with her; Rosemarie. The kappa promptly banishes the witch from his mind as he tries to reclaim the semi-serene feelings he was experiencing, due to the ambience of the Costa Del Sol experience, which was minus the regular stresses that he had to deal with, that included Shadow Lords, vampires, and endlessly hungry drows.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' ~ Several Hours Ago ~ Faruja stands at attention while he's briefed by the Bishopess Emerald. The meeting winds down. A crossing of his chest, a 'Your Holiness', and the rat's about to step out of the room. Emerald calls to him. "Oh, and Child? Try to watch your temper. Your contact is..." She pauses, visibly hunting for a word. "Trying." "I shall do my utmost, M'Lady Bishop." As the door shuts behind him, he can't help but wonder if the contact will really be all that bad. ~ Now ~ After successfully diffusing the situation, Faruja Senra's unburnt brow twitches in irritation. His face is what is best called 'distantly polite and friendly'. Inwardly, he wants to reach over and strangle the Kappa. With a feigned cough, he manages to hold onto his temper. For now. "A mistake for which I must apologize. However, 'twas all in the effort of calming the good gentleman. 'Twould do neither of us good to have to deal with an enraged customer while business is afoot. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados. Well met, Ser, and may Faram and the Holy Prophet watch over thee always. If I may?" Indicating a seat, he'll wait for the invitation. "A small sacrifice for peace, methinks." Shrug. The rat doesn't seem too bothered, really. Then, the invitation comes, and the rat sits. He crosses his legs, tail swaying. "Oh, I assure thee, such a thing shall be rectified quickly. It shan't do to pass out in the middle of an operation. My appointment to this, however, was a touch short notice. I thought it better to suffer momentarily than to be less than prompt." "Thy name, Ser?" Seems he's at least wiling to see to introductions properly!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' "You-thinks is a pretteh-d*mn good way ta put it. Ya got no idea what that guy may order now that the bill's on you, and this place ain't exactily da Motel Eight....." he sneers, finding amusement at the fact that Faruja may just have to pay a king's ransom, if the customer decides to go the full nine yards and wallow in the pleasures that the little cafe had to offer-- there /was/ a tiny massage parlor area owned attached to the cafe, and technically, if the waitress conspired to make a few extra bucks for her establishment, a suggestion could easily be made, and an extra fee appended to the 'food' service. It wasn't a four-star hotel with every amenity known to mankind, but this little venue did have a few nice features for those inclined towards decadence; this was Costa Del Sol, after all! The imp wasn't about to disclose all this, though, because the deed was said and done.... and it wasn't -his- money, so Que wasn't about to suffer as a result of the Nezumi's mistake, which made life all the better! Whenever Rakassa made an error, which was a rarity, often she took it out on the kappa, even if Queegmaa was completely innocent, so, seeing someone else suffer was a dandy change of pace. "I'm Queegmaa." He flaps his hand unimpressedly, "But let's dissipense with the niceties n' all that. You and yer well-mets, and your me-thinks, and yer thys, and thees, twoulds, sers, and that outdated cr*p has got me thinkin' dat da last thing I wanna do is end up gettin' ta know ya, and feel oblygated to try 'n be pals....."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Inwardly, Faruja prays to Faram to give him the strength to not knock the block off of this Kappa. Every word screams 'toady' and 'arrogance'. The ratling's face falls into smolder, stoic peering at the metal-bearing creature before him. The swish of his tail picks up. "Then mayhaps when he next passes Mullonde, he shall remember the kindness of one of its knights." His clawed hands fold. Faruja orders a drink from the waitress. He'll need it for this one. "Fine then. To business. Now, I am to understand there has been an...altercation regarding one of my countrymen?" the rat doesn't bother hiding his displeasure here. Sullying the good name of his fallen kingdom doesn't sit right with him, even if he doesn't like its king.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa leans forward a little, idly fingering the sorbet spoon, stirring it around as he remarks, "Dun get me wrong..... I'm not lookin' ta make ya into a mortal nemezis, either, cuz yer institution is a good one....." he finally relents a little-- well, at least the kappa showed favor to the flag for which Faruja stood, which had to earn a few good marks for Que, even if the imp wasn't altogether friendly towards Faruja on an individual basis; mayhap the reptilian wasn't wholly irredeemable! He doesn't do it to score with Faruja, but merely to annul the happenstance that a certain Nezumi might try to poison his executives against the empire, because Queegmaa made a remarkably bad impression. Whether the amphibious stooge actually does admire the church is another question entirely, but he can always /claim/ that he spoke highly of Glabados, if Faruja tries to besmirch the attitude of the kappa towards the templars, for if a naval captain of the Gestahlian Empire were to put his word against Faru, and it came to be known that it was just a personal dislike of the rodent and not the institution itself.... well, who would dare accuse the kappa of harboring disdain for Glabados, when it was just a mere enforcer with whom Que took issue? A very convenient backdoor is now available if Faruja tries to 'frame' Queegmaa as some sort of heretical sympathizer! As if to further anchor his authenticity, he takes a bite of his dessert, then chimes in a second time, on the same topic, to reaffirm his 'obvious' inclination towards a faithful approach to life, "Ya know.... my peeps were real devout types, believin' in deities 'n whatnot. Kinda hard to think dat this big shibang is all by chance, so I'll try ta honor their ways 'n guesstimate that dem sendin' someone as senshimental as you is all part of da Great One's plan....." He shrugs. Little insurance policies to back-up his piety aside, Que proceeded, "Somethin' like that. A guy of some notoriety named Fraggo Larsony.... or somethin' thereabouts, has been helpin' a dude named Rohy with his regular mischief; and for your information, Rohy's been causing trouble fer da empire for some time, but he ain't one bit sloppy. We're hopin' to send a rat to catch one..... We may not be able to find Ro, but if you can find Go, then we'll be sittin' pretty."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' At first, Queeg's wit only serves to further steam the rat, but as he begins to speak of his country, the rat's look softens. While not much on pride of self, pride of country still lingers well in his heart. By the time the kappa's done speak of Church and Country, Faruja is mostly smiles. After all, he'd been betrayed by both organizations, even if he loves them still. "Thy people's piety speaks much for their heart. Mayhaps one day they shall come to know of Holy Ajora and Faram." A nod, and a crossing of his chest. At least, the silver-tongued toady has managed to calm the furious rat! "A strange blade to wield, if 'tis true. I would hope for one sharper, but as the Lord wills." The mere name, has Faruja nearly snarling. Squeezing his hand, he shakes his head. "Frego Larson, the bomber. Yes. 'Twould be my honor to assist in the hunt for the vile, dishonorable wretch. Puts my entire people to shame."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' ""I can't say I'm used to this sort of work," Freya announced as she had entered the doorway and began walking toward the cyborg and the other burmecian--who she assumed was another of her kingdom's, anyway, at first. Her footfalls were gentle and graceful, stepping alongside the other two and doffing her hat momentarily, revealing her long furred ears and long straight white hair. "Freya Crescent--I had heard there was work to be done in locating a criminal, was it?" her accent was decidedly English, voice a high feminine alto. "If it's someone like that then I wouldn't be opposed to working to find them, though I am not sure if I can work as an assassin, if that's what's needed..." she replaced her hat, nodding to the two fellows. 

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Faruja was oblivious to the fact that Que's people would never come to know of the Holy Faram,, for, they were all but abolished after a few poorly executed stunts by Queegmaa himself, but this is not something he cares to elaborate on, since it only would cause him to shudder in emotional agony, if he dwelt upon it heavily, so instead, the kappa decides to try and shuffle the notion to the back of his mental deck of cards, and move on to more pragmatic ordeals. When the templar speaks of how Frego had dishonorably put his people to shame, Que feels an inward pang, reminding him that the one they are to hunt is probably no less fiendish than himself, but.... the kappa already knew there were folks who probably had it out for him-- his objective was to keep the eye on the prize, and do what it took to get there, even if sometimes that meant capturing fugitives no worse than him, in order to amass more wealth to line his pockets, or the kappa equivalent. When Freya emerged from the doorway, not far off, Queegmaa shook his head, "No assassins needed..... besides, if the empire wants ta take out da threat, then dey'll figure a way on doin' it with their special forces. We dun want Frego dead...." The imp snaps his fingers, "....If Fracko can't speak, or move.... den we can't really have him lead us ta Rohy..... or tell us where da guy is, so all you and Faru's gotta do here is find 'em, and follow 'em for awhile..... Get ta know his routine checkpoints, and his routes. We found some bodies in a forest not far from us, an' we think Rohy kidnapped some of our crew, and some of Frelko's signature ingredients were left behind, so they gotta be working together, again." Since Frego was an independent contractor, it was known he had few true loyalties, but, one of his most common employers was rumored to be none other than Rohy, the rogue ronin-- this was well known to those from the imperial capital, and presumably the Returners, but beyond those from the World of Balance, Rohy was hardly famous.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As the female nezumi makes her appearance, the Burmecian stands. A brow quirks, the rat's jaw setting briefly. A Royal Dragon Knight. And perhaps a noble at that. With some effort, he manages to look welcoming, though his tail swishes a bit more violently than necessary. Faruja pulls out a chair for Freya. Standing aside, he waits for Freya to sit first, offering a crossing of his chest in Ajoran fashion. "Well met, Dame Crescent. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, at thy service. 'Tis a pleasure to see a countrywoman here." At least, in that, he's being honest. Every now and then, despite himself, he shoots Freya a curious glance. Did the King send her? 'Not used to this sort of work' indeed! Thankfully, he's listening, and offers most of his attention to Que. "Ahh, well. Shadow him, and find his accomplice. Then, an ambush mayhaps? Capture the lot of them, and turn them over to rightful authorities for proper judgement. But tell me more of his associate, and the ones whom hath been so cruelly taken. Are they one to slay hostages? We must know how lightly to tread for fear of their lives."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya likewise is silent as she listened to the task set forth to them, nodding her head as she took in various details. "Alright, he is to be alive then--I too am concerned also about those he has kidnapped, perhaps we might need to use stealth in this in some way... hrm," gears are churning in that mouse lady's head, likely--and there are gears to turn, not one to simply be complacent and not ask questions.
 "Perhaps one of us could act as a distraction while the hostages are seen to, before we confront him?" Freya turned more to Faruja then to ask this, not trying to seem like she is ignoring their employer, but she's already scheming on how to get this done bloodlessly.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa knows just shy of nothing about Nezumi, so while Faruja cordially behaves in a formal manner, greeting Freya, who could very well be of aristocratic stock, the kappa doesn't bequeath any more courtesy to the woman than he did Faru.... at least, not intentionally; being that the he-dragoon tried to engage in pleasantries, the lizardly one had verbally chastised him right off the bat, yet, since Freya was doing an expert job at adhering mostly to business, instead of trying to get friendly, it keeps Que's mind focused on his target. Finally, when Faruja asks the big questions, Que rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly, and nervously begins to make an admission, "I..... would not say that you should be partaking in the ambush, since.... our beloved emperor, or rather, his representatives, don't want to regard the lives of its hopeful ally with such thoughtlessness." He tries to think of an optimal way to word what he's about to say, while trying to tone down the nationalistic arrogance that the empire is always known for, "Our Magitek Knights are the most elite of the elite, and even in the World of Ruin, I'd dare say that our prime members could contend with some of the less-experienced Shadow Lords." Which was about as massive as a boast as one could make, while still /trying/ to stay within the realm of feasibility, though, maybe Que was exaggerating on their mettle just a tad. Whatever the case may be, he accommodates both Nezumi further, "They would be equal to, say.... the Sword Saints of the Ivalician world, or, somethin' around that level 'o power." Definitely an exaggeration, if he's putting Mteks on the same level as Cidolfas, about whom Faruja has surely been educated-- on the other hand, Celes was a 'Rune Knight', and so she might've qualified as being roughly on par with Ivalician Rune Knights, who were only a notch below Sword Saints, in caliber. "Ta get ta my point.... we had no less than two Magitek Knights of considerable fame in that troupe, and it was, as far as we know, decimated. What we're dealin' with here is sumfin' a lot worse than your everyday warlord." The maritime beast nods, solemnly, "You two jus' need ta chart what Fragle is up to, and then give yer findings to us as soon as you both think ya notice patterns emergin', at which point we'll get our think-tanks to do a more in-depth exmanination to figure out where he's goin' and what he's doin'. No disrespect intended....", at this juncture, Que actually demonstrates a bit of courtesy and apologetically bows his head. "You guys mebbe gonna be offered a subsqueant commission ta help catch Frego along with a few of our troops.... /after/ we figure out his movements.... but we dun wanna spook Rohy and make him change up his tactics-- and yeah.... if you guys screw it up, it could impact the hostages, so.... don't get found out, capiche?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...Warriors of the same skill as 'Thunder God' Cid." Faruja states quietly. For a long moment, the Burmecian merely stares as Queegmaa. Finally, he smiles. "'Twould be a great honor to assist in seeing such skillful, honorable knights freed. Indeed, it would please me greatly to meet them. Thy most benevolent ruler's concern for our well being is most assuredly appreciated. Indeed. No duo of knights could defeat such a foe." Any thoughts of pleasantries are out the window, the rat's face grim now that he's been told the full weight of the operation. "A Temple Knight and.." He pauses, indicating the woman beside him. "A Knight of the Royal Highness are flexible enough methinks." The ratling turns to his fellow knight, nodding to Freya. If nothing else, she's likely to be competent. "The lives of the hostages, and the information to find and rescue them, shall be the highest priority. As for capturing him, I would love nothing more than to see such criminals brought to justice. Agreed, Ser Queegmaa."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' F"Hm, so we are to ferret out this ruffian so that he can be better taken care of, I see," Freya nodded slowly after being reaffirmed of the task at hand. "I think that can be accomplished--finding out where he goes and where he's been, and making note of his habits... must be getting food and supplies from somewhere, possibly leaning on a settlement for such," she shrugged, pauldrons clinking a little against the spear haft against her back. "Well then, shall we go? we likely have much to speak of," she raised a brow to Faruja, smiling a little as she seemed to have noted the other burmecian's looks at her throughout the conversation. 

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Que shook his head, and remarked, "Rohy's power is so otherworldly that its source is bein' soug....." he stops himself, as he almost slips, and secretly recognizes that his little blunder could haunt him someday, but, since he didn't say anything more than what was mentioned vocally, his sentiments could be attributed to anything, including alcoholic beverages, which, unbeknownst to Freya and Faruja, the kappa does not actually drink! He shakes his head, "To get my point across, there are forces that would love to ally, or manipulate Rohy, and this should be evident in light of the fact that he managed to capture two nigh-peerless soldiers augmented to the maximum capacity of our empire. The truth is, we wanna apprehend Rohy and figure out what da hell is makin' him so tough, so that dangerous weaponry dun fall inta da wrong hands..... And Bishopess Emerald is fully behind us on dis line of thinkin!" He peers directly at Faruja as he refers to Emerald, but then says no more-- perhance Que's, and the empire's refusal to treat the two Nezumi like expendables was symbolic of their interest at remaining in Glabados' good graces, and.... that of the Nezumi race, in a universal sense? Else.... why would he care what happened to Freya? Maybe the empire wasn't so bad after all, regardless of what some gossipers had let loose? Peering at Freya, Queegmaa grins, "I hope ya ain't thinkin' of leapin' headfirst without some sorta game plan.... Eager, are we?" He chuckles, then pulls out some documents, "Dis is what we got on Frelkro. You both need ta study it and send us some kinda proposal on how ya intend to go about this, so ya don't end up givin' away everyding we've worked hard to compile on Frekol, so far. That should prolly take ya both like a day or so.... then, it'll go through our nerd-department, then.... we'll give you a green light or tell ya that we wanna make some modifications." He takes another bite of his delicacy, "Jus' that y'all are rodent-folks, which is why we're askin' you to help ta begin with. We know about Rohy and Fracko, and you all know about Nuzemi, so we gotta put our heads tagether if we're gonna do dis right, yeah?...."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Siip. Faruja drinks. Perhaps too much at times! The ratling takes a sip to steady himself a bit. Such power in one being...it's a frightening thought in a criminal. Letting the Lady Dragoon hold down the fort, he listens to the pair as he thinks. "Well then, if the Lady Bishop approves..." The rat follows, nodding to Quee. He'll have to keep an eye on his superior. Who knows if she's one of the corrupt ones. At Freya's eagerness, the rat honestly smiles. "'Tis hardly in the heart of any right-thinking nezumi to abide by criminals and dishonor. Yet, a Royal Dragon Knight certainly can temper themselves." Adds the rat, attempting to boost the woman's stature a bit. Freya doesn't come off as immediately dislikable as most Royal Dragon Knights to the Templar, and he'll hardly let his fellow countryrat be chastised by a foreigner. "We shall review this information, and get back to thee swiftly. Ahh...where be thee staying, Lady Freya? Shall we convene tonight over the issue?" Seems the rat's just as eager to get started as Freya!

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "An inn I suppose, but yes, we must review the information before we make any move, lest we embarrass our orders, can't have that now," Freya nodded as she rose from her seat, nodding to the cyborg imp and then to her partner in all this, as it would appear. "You are under orders from your bishop to undertake these matters?" she asked off-handedly to Faruja, as she pushed her chair in and turned to him, apparently addressing him directly and casually since it seemed they were done with the imp. "Might seem a bit odd for us to room together, but I think it might help cut traveling costs if we were to do so, then," she added to Faruja, was she teasing him? Oh my.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' It was indeed an unsettling thought that a criminal had such monstrosity at his disposal, but then.... what if it fell into the hands of one who was already a certified nightmare to begin with?! Precisely why Rakassa sought it..... so that -she- could become that nightmare, instead of one of her competitors, but then, all the Shadow Lords were probably conspiring against one another to a degree, which was what made them so intelligent, and capable; years compounded on years of literal and metaphorical backstabbing had to have made the order of the Shadow Lords quick-witted and handy enough to maintain those positions of authority, which was precisely why Queegmaa was thus far, resigned to the possibility of being kept forever in check-mate by Rakassa, with his only real purpose in life to serve /her/ ambitions, and expand on her dreams, rather than following his own. This wasn't to say he didn't have the same insidious designs that his master had, but at the present, the one at the helm was /not/ the water demon..... but a human whose diabolic nature exceeded that of her flunkey who'd been /born/ a mephistophelian creature of the supernatural brand. When the suggestion is made that they room together, Que takes the opportunity to become snarky, and cackles, "Hehe.... By next week, I suspect the Nezumi population will number in the thousands, given how prolific vermin tend to be, when in close quarters.... eh? Good luck on dat, you lovebirds!" Certainly, Que would have fun with this little aggregate, since Freya's thoughts had been voiced aloud! With that, Que waves his hand, "Now.... why dun you two find some cozy place to do yer infesting.... I wanna get back to doin' my own thing, here, 'n no offense to either of ya, but I like ta drink alone!" Not exactly true, since he didn't utilize liquor, but, not absolutely false, since he didn't specify what kind of beverages he liked to swallow in solitude-- all that aside, he says it with flawless certainty, for.... truth or lie matters little with Queegmaa, seeing that he can lie as well as the best of Zozoians the world over.....in the World of Balance, specifically, surmising that in some alternate reality, it still existed!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's face flushes lightly, the ratling coughing. "Quite, M'Lady, I merely mean which hotel. Worry naught, I shan't do anything scandalous, upon my honor as a Temple Knight, and as a former soldier of our country. Nor give the appearance of such!" The ratling even bows! Teasing effective. Then, the rat turns to Quee. Finally, his temper breaks. "...I am quite taken, Ser Queegmaa. Strictly professional, I assure thee, no doubt others of my kin are quite suitably seeing our population woes done away with." And with Queegma on the way out? Faruja takes a slow, quiet breath. "Send thy regards to thy Emperor, Ser. Ajora guide thy path." Then, the rat turns to Freya. Smile! He'll take a dragon knight over a rude kappa any day. "Yes, the Lady Bishop Emerald ordered me to see to this matter, though she gave precious little information. Not normally something the Holy Church is tasked with when it is not our priests. Mayhaps...no, no, nevermind." Faruja shuts up before he speculates too much. "A opportunity to do good in the world, no doubt."

Shadowing For A Shadow Lord

2013-09-15T23:23:51Z

ChurchMouse:

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|Date of Scene=2013/09/15
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Under orders from Admiral Rakassa, Queegmaa hires Faruja and Freya to shadow an outlaw who's been plaguing the empire for years, one who apparently has the grandeur to outgun their elite Mtek knights with minimal backup. Power-hungry, and eager to try and seize the marauder's talents for herself, in whatever capacity possible, the Arch-Admiral now has Faruja and Freya tailing this enigmatic monstrosity's right-hand-man with the intent to get clues as to the location of the primary quarry in question. All the while, Que makes a sunny day at the beach a gloomy one, for the Burmecian Templar!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Freya Crescent, Queegmaa
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa was sitting in a fancy outdoor cafe in Costa Del Sol, which happened to be one of his favorite places in the World of Ruin-- if there was beachfront property, then surely, the planet was not as bad off as it could hypothetically be! The palm trees swayed in the breeze, and as if the fresh sea-borne air wasn't enough of a mood booster, the kappa had a nice umbrella that sprung from the center of the table, which blocked the sun from fully drying him out in the heat of the day. He was still sure to hydrate himself, but today he was indulging in fruity little drinks with tiny umbrellas mimicking the very one granting him shade, besides the fact that he was indulging in some exotic dessert that involved a couple scoops of sorbet conveniently placed snuggly inside a half-canteloupe, which was locally grown, and thus..... provided the pinnacle of sugary satisfaction for one who had a sweet tooth, easily competing with the sherbert that was comprised of some artificial ingredients, no doubt. This probably came at the expense of the Vectorite taxpayer, too, which made the whole experience for Que all the more delightful; if there was one thing he loved spending, it was other people's munny! Equally enjoyable, he could forget about his troubles for a bit because he didn't have the admiral belittling him, and having such a high rank in his own right, within the naval fleet, it meant that the staff at this little resort had to pamper him to the height of their capability, since his influence could easily enhance, or ruin their reputation, which would in turn effect the flow of income that sustained any particular business. When the empress was not anywhere to be seen, the king got to be in charge, and the imp could forget about his troubles for at least the briefest of intervals. No alcohol, though, in his beverages, because liquor made the taste bitter, and when considering that he was virtually immune to toxins anyway, given his unique biology, the normally noxious nectar of the drunkard's world would do almost nothing to improve the experience..... beyond that, he had to be on top of his game if he was to negotiate terms with the folks who would be sent from the very tiny Cleyran embassy to meet up with him to discuss prices for their services; being on the same continent, Nezumi were a bit more plentiful in Costa, at times, than they might've been in other, substantially distant realms. At least one of the rat-anthros involved wouldn't have to go through the channel of a third-party bounty agency, since the other individual was allegedly dispatched by Bishopess Emerald, who was in direct communication(and perhaps cahoots) with Rakassa, which meant that the admiral's flunky would have to do far less negotiating when he, or she 'got to the table'. Queegmaa plucked the green-colored cherry off of the top of his citrus-soaked delicacy, and narrowed his eyes, as it was brought to him, "Da hell is this?" Evidently, in this venue, to be more zesty, they decided to decorate their luscious confections with green-cherries, instead of red ones, but, the kappa was not impressed, "....You tryin' ta turn me inta a human or somethin' ridilicous like that? Didn'tcha know that green-cherries reverse da 'effects of the 'Imp' status, and has unpredictyible interactions with my kind?!" He growls at the server, who bows apologetically in response, inwardly irritated that Que insinuated that humans were inferior to the kappa's kind, "Sir, we did not know of this; would you like for me to take it back, and redo it?" The green-skinned fellow shook his head, feeling a little bit on the generous side, because of the fact that he was so relaxed from being on his miniature vacation, and scoffed at her, "Ferget it. I dun got time ta wait for you to remake this sh*t. You can continya doin' whatever menial tasks yer slave-master has set out for ya, you miserable peon!" Eye twitching, and lips trembling with anger that was obviously being suppressed, the waitress bowed her head once more and went back inside, most likely to gossip to the other personnel about her obnoxious customer. The cyborg-imp, on the other hand, props his leg(the organic one, at least) up on the bench on the opposing side of the one upon which he sits, on the other side of the table, and uncaringly chucks the cherry over his shoulder, which just happens to plunge into somebody else's drink, not far off; due to concerns of sanitation, the victim of Que's reckless behavior now finds himself unwilling to drink his draft, and grumbles in frustration, twisting his head to see who caused his misfortune. Seeing the residual motion of Que's arm as it retracted, the rather hefty fellow got up from his table, and started to make his way towards the kappa, but it would take a moment for him to reach the culprit, so Queegmaa was at total ease, in spite of the fact that he just made two enemies for the measly price of one tiny cherry!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja Senra would like Costa Del Sol so much more if it wasn't so blasted hot, and he wasn't here on official business. Official business meant looking like a Templar. Which meant wearing armor. Even /with/ enchantments to help keep him cool, plate mail of the gold-plated variety is hot. And so, as the Burmecian clanks into the cafe, he eyes the various drinks with relish. Passing the poor waitress, he stops her, quickly inquiring as to a Mr. Queegmaa's table. Soon enough, after a sour look from the waitress lessened by the ratling's polite manner, she gives him directions. And off he goes, to notice the portly man about to accost (verbally or otherwise) the strange techno-kappa. At first, the rat recoils at such a strange combination of metal and flesh. Thankfully, before he can get things started off on the wrong foot, there's a situation in progress. Time to intervene! Smile! Taking a few steps forward, the rat steps beside the Kappa's chair. "Lord bless, and good 'eve Ser! Please pardon my intrusion, however, you seem quite perturbed with my companion. All a simple misunderstanding, certainly. Here...M'Lady!" Turning, he motions to the nearest waitress. Pointing to the angry man, he nods. "If 'tis no trouble, I would like to pay for the gentleman's meal. Drinks, dessert...whatever 'twould be pleasing." Back to the man. "No ill will afford, hmm, by Ajora's grace?"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa didn't mind the heat too much, because he was always moist, due to being a frequent user of oils, when he wasn't busy actually soaking himself in actual water. Presently, he was staying cool by way of munching on some rather delicious sherbert, but sooner or later, he'd have to dunk himself or else end up in a similar predicament as Faru, since the kappa was also adorned in a good bit of metal, being a cybernetic being. When Faruja decides to intercede on his behalf, he groans, "Your companion? What da hell are ya talkin' about? You ain't even given me no intro, or sat at da table here!" Not entirely ungrateful for the fact that Faru was trying to defuse an inflamed patron, he didn't like the fact that he was being referred to as though they were actually on tolerable terms; true, they would've eventually broken bread together, now that Que was able to determine that Faruja was one of the Nezumi who was supposed to rendezvous with him, but prematurely calling himself the imp's 'companion' caused him mild irritation. He had to curb -some- of his effrontery, nonetheless, because the fate of a successful mission hinged on being able to cooperate with the emissary of Glabados! The distressed customer is satisfied with Faru's concession, and the waitress acknowledges that whatever the man purchases will come out of the Burmecian's pocket. The large man returns to his seat, and Queegmaa raises a brow at Faruja curiously, "Ya paid fer somebody ya dun even know nothin' about. I thought the church was 'sposed ta be gittin' donations, 'stead of giving dem out, less it's to paupers. Ain't nobody in this town hurtin' for munny.... ha!" He cackles, then offers a seat to the Nezumi. "Ya know bud.... if ya were planning on coming to a place where you knew it'd be hot as the dickens, you mighta considered gettin' a furcut.... maybe jus' a 'lil trim or somethin'? Either that or brought one of dem eastern-style hand-held paper fans....." After he says this, his eye twitches just a sliver, as he remembers the last person in explicit who carried a fan with her; Rosemarie. The kappa promptly banishes the witch from his mind as he tries to reclaim the semi-serene feelings he was experiencing, due to the ambience of the Costa Del Sol experience, which was minus the regular stresses that he had to deal with, that included Shadow Lords, vampires, and endlessly hungry drows.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' ~ Several Hours Ago ~ Faruja stands at attention while he's briefed by the Bishopess Emerald. The meeting winds down. A crossing of his chest, a 'Your Holiness', and the rat's about to step out of the room. Emerald calls to him. "Oh, and Child? Try to watch your temper. Your contact is..." She pauses, visibly hunting for a word. "Trying." "I shall do my utmost, M'Lady Bishop." As the door shuts behind him, he can't help but wonder if the contact will really be all that bad. ~ Now ~ After successfully diffusing the situation, Faruja Senra's unburnt brow twitches in irritation. His face is what is best called 'distantly polite and friendly'. Inwardly, he wants to reach over and strangle the Kappa. With a feigned cough, he manages to hold onto his temper. For now. "A mistake for which I must apologize. However, 'twas all in the effort of calming the good gentleman. 'Twould do neither of us good to have to deal with an enraged customer while business is afoot. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados. Well met, Ser, and may Faram and the Holy Prophet watch over thee always. If I may?" Indicating a seat, he'll wait for the invitation. "A small sacrifice for peace, methinks." Shrug. The rat doesn't seem too bothered, really. Then, the invitation comes, and the rat sits. He crosses his legs, tail swaying. "Oh, I assure thee, such a thing shall be rectified quickly. It shan't do to pass out in the middle of an operation. My appointment to this, however, was a touch short notice. I thought it better to suffer momentarily than to be less than prompt." "Thy name, Ser?" Seems he's at least wiling to see to introductions properly!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' "You-thinks is a pretteh-d*mn good way ta put it. Ya got no idea what that guy may order now that the bill's on you, and this place ain't exactily da Motel Eight....." he sneers, finding amusement at the fact that Faruja may just have to pay a king's ransom, if the customer decides to go the full nine yards and wallow in the pleasures that the little cafe had to offer-- there /was/ a tiny massage parlor area owned attached to the cafe, and technically, if the waitress conspired to make a few extra bucks for her establishment, a suggestion could easily be made, and an extra fee appended to the 'food' service. It wasn't a four-star hotel with every amenity known to mankind, but this little venue did have a few nice features for those inclined towards decadence; this was Costa Del Sol, after all! The imp wasn't about to disclose all this, though, because the deed was said and done.... and it wasn't -his- money, so Que wasn't about to suffer as a result of the Nezumi's mistake, which made life all the better! Whenever Rakassa made an error, which was a rarity, often she took it out on the kappa, even if Queegmaa was completely innocent, so, seeing someone else suffer was a dandy change of pace. "I'm Queegmaa." He flaps his hand unimpressedly, "But let's dissipense with the niceties n' all that. You and yer well-mets, and your me-thinks, and yer thys, and thees, twoulds, sers, and that outdated cr*p has got me thinkin' dat da last thing I wanna do is end up gettin' ta know ya, and feel oblygated to try 'n be pals....."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Inwardly, Faruja prays to Faram to give him the strength to not knock the block off of this Kappa. Every word screams 'toady' and 'arrogance'. The ratling's face falls into smolder, stoic peering at the metal-bearing creature before him. The swish of his tail picks up. "Then mayhaps when he next passes Mullonde, he shall remember the kindness of one of its knights." His clawed hands fold. Faruja orders a drink from the waitress. He'll need it for this one. "Fine then. To business. Now, I am to understand there has been an...altercation regarding one of my countrymen?" the rat doesn't bother hiding his displeasure here. Sullying the good name of his fallen kingdom doesn't sit right with him, even if he doesn't like its king.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa leans forward a little, idly fingering the sorbet spoon, stirring it around as he remarks, "Dun get me wrong..... I'm not lookin' ta make ya into a mortal nemezis, either, cuz yer institution is a good one....." he finally relents a little-- well, at least the kappa showed favor to the flag for which Faruja stood, which had to earn a few good marks for Que, even if the imp wasn't altogether friendly towards Faruja on an individual basis; mayhap the reptilian wasn't wholly irredeemable! He doesn't do it to score with Faruja, but merely to annul the happenstance that a certain Nezumi might try to poison his executives against the empire, because Queegmaa made a remarkably bad impression. Whether the amphibious stooge actually does admire the church is another question entirely, but he can always /claim/ that he spoke highly of Glabados, if Faruja tries to besmirch the attitude of the kappa towards the templars, for if a naval captain of the Gestahlian Empire were to put his word against Faru, and it came to be known that it was just a personal dislike of the rodent and not the institution itself.... well, who would dare accuse the kappa of harboring disdain for Glabados, when it was just a mere enforcer with whom Que took issue? A very convenient backdoor is now available if Faruja tries to 'frame' Queegmaa as some sort of heretical sympathizer! As if to further anchor his authenticity, he takes a bite of his dessert, then chimes in a second time, on the same topic, to reaffirm his 'obvious' inclination towards a faithful approach to life, "Ya know.... my peeps were real devout types, believin' in deities 'n whatnot. Kinda hard to think dat this big shibang is all by chance, so I'll try ta honor their ways 'n guesstimate that dem sendin' someone as senshimental as you is all part of da Great One's plan....." He shrugs. Little insurance policies to back-up his piety aside, Que proceeded, "Somethin' like that. A guy of some notoriety named Fraggo Larsony.... or somethin' thereabouts, has been helpin' a dude named Rohy with his regular mischief; and for your information, Rohy's been causing trouble fer da empire for some time, but he ain't one bit sloppy. We're hopin' to send a rat to catch one..... We may not be able to find Ro, but if you can find Go, then we'll be sittin' pretty."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' At first, Queeg's wit only serves to further steam the rat, but as he begins to speak of his country, the rat's look softens. While not much on pride of self, pride of country still lingers well in his heart. By the time the kappa's done speak of Church and Country, Faruja is mostly smiles. After all, he'd been betrayed by both organizations, even if he loves them still. "Thy people's piety speaks much for their heart. Mayhaps one day they shall come to know of Holy Ajora and Faram." A nod, and a crossing of his chest. At least, the silver-tongued toady has managed to calm the furious rat! "A strange blade to wield, if 'tis true. I would hope for one sharper, but as the Lord wills." The mere name, has Faruja nearly snarling. Squeezing his hand, he shakes his head. "Frego Larson, the bomber. Yes. 'Twould be my honor to assist in the hunt for the vile, dishonorable wretch. Puts my entire people to shame."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' ""I can't say I'm used to this sort of work," Freya announced as she had entered the doorway and began walking toward the cyborg and the other burmecian--who she assumed was another of her kingdom's, anyway, at first. Her footfalls were gentle and graceful, stepping alongside the other two and doffing her hat momentarily, revealing her long furred ears and long straight white hair. "Freya Crescent--I had heard there was work to be done in locating a criminal, was it?" her accent was decidedly English, voice a high feminine alto. "If it's someone like that then I wouldn't be opposed to working to find them, though I am not sure if I can work as an assassin, if that's what's needed..." she replaced her hat, nodding to the two fellows. 

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Faruja was oblivious to the fact that Que's people would never come to know of the Holy Faram,, for, they were all but abolished after a few poorly executed stunts by Queegmaa himself, but this is not something he cares to elaborate on, since it only would cause him to shudder in emotional agony, if he dwelt upon it heavily, so instead, the kappa decides to try and shuffle the notion to the back of his mental deck of cards, and move on to more pragmatic ordeals. When the templar speaks of how Frego had dishonorably put his people to shame, Que feels an inward pang, reminding him that the one they are to hunt is probably no less fiendish than himself, but.... the kappa already knew there were folks who probably had it out for him-- his objective was to keep the eye on the prize, and do what it took to get there, even if sometimes that meant capturing fugitives no worse than him, in order to amass more wealth to line his pockets, or the kappa equivalent. When Freya emerged from the doorway, not far off, Queegmaa shook his head, "No assassins needed..... besides, if the empire wants ta take out da threat, then dey'll figure a way on doin' it with their special forces. We dun want Frego dead...." The imp snaps his fingers, "....If Fracko can't speak, or move.... den we can't really have him lead us ta Rohy..... or tell us where da guy is, so all you and Faru's gotta do here is find 'em, and follow 'em for awhile..... Get ta know his routine checkpoints, and his routes. We found some bodies in a forest not far from us, an' we think Rohy kidnapped some of our crew, and some of Frelko's signature ingredients were left behind, so they gotta be working together, again." Since Frego was an independent contractor, it was known he had few true loyalties, but, one of his most common employers was rumored to be none other than Rohy, the rogue ronin-- this was well known to those from the imperial capital, and presumably the Returners, but beyond those from the World of Balance, Rohy was hardly famous.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As the female nezumi makes her appearance, the Burmecian stands. A brow quirks, the rat's jaw setting briefly. A Royal Dragon Knight. And perhaps a noble at that. With some effort, he manages to look welcoming, though his tail swishes a bit more violently than necessary. Faruja pulls out a chair for Freya. Standing aside, he waits for Freya to sit first, offering a crossing of his chest in Ajoran fashion. "Well met, Dame Crescent. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, at thy service. 'Tis a pleasure to see a countrywoman here." At least, in that, he's being honest. Every now and then, despite himself, he shoots Freya a curious glance. Did the King send her? 'Not used to this sort of work' indeed! Thankfully, he's listening, and offers most of his attention to Que. "Ahh, well. Shadow him, and find his accomplice. Then, an ambush mayhaps? Capture the lot of them, and turn them over to rightful authorities for proper judgement. But tell me more of his associate, and the ones whom hath been so cruelly taken. Are they one to slay hostages? We must know how lightly to tread for fear of their lives."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya likewise is silent as she listened to the task set forth to them, nodding her head as she took in various details. "Alright, he is to be alive then--I too am concerned also about those he has kidnapped, perhaps we might need to use stealth in this in some way... hrm," gears are churning in that mouse lady's head, likely--and there are gears to turn, not one to simply be complacent and not ask questions.
 "Perhaps one of us could act as a distraction while the hostages are seen to, before we confront him?" Freya turned more to Faruja then to ask this, not trying to seem like she is ignoring their employer, but she's already scheming on how to get this done bloodlessly.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa knows just shy of nothing about Nezumi, so while Faruja cordially behaves in a formal manner, greeting Freya, who could very well be of aristocratic stock, the kappa doesn't bequeath any more courtesy to the woman than he did Faru.... at least, not intentionally; being that the he-dragoon tried to engage in pleasantries, the lizardly one had verbally chastised him right off the bat, yet, since Freya was doing an expert job at adhering mostly to business, instead of trying to get friendly, it keeps Que's mind focused on his target. Finally, when Faruja asks the big questions, Que rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly, and nervously begins to make an admission, "I..... would not say that you should be partaking in the ambush, since.... our beloved emperor, or rather, his representatives, don't want to regard the lives of its hopeful ally with such thoughtlessness." He tries to think of an optimal way to word what he's about to say, while trying to tone down the nationalistic arrogance that the empire is always known for, "Our Magitek Knights are the most elite of the elite, and even in the World of Ruin, I'd dare say that our prime members could contend with some of the less-experienced Shadow Lords." Which was about as massive as a boast as one could make, while still /trying/ to stay within the realm of feasibility, though, maybe Que was exaggerating on their mettle just a tad. Whatever the case may be, he accommodates both Nezumi further, "They would be equal to, say.... the Sword Saints of the Ivalician world, or, somethin' around that level 'o power." Definitely an exaggeration, if he's putting Mteks on the same level as Cidolfas, about whom Faruja has surely been educated-- on the other hand, Celes was a 'Rune Knight', and so she might've qualified as being roughly on par with Ivalician Rune Knights, who were only a notch below Sword Saints, in caliber. "Ta get ta my point.... we had no less than two Magitek Knights of considerable fame in that troupe, and it was, as far as we know, decimated. What we're dealin' with here is sumfin' a lot worse than your everyday warlord." The maritime beast nods, solemnly, "You two jus' need ta chart what Fragle is up to, and then give yer findings to us as soon as you both think ya notice patterns emergin', at which point we'll get our think-tanks to do a more in-depth exmanination to figure out where he's goin' and what he's doin'. No disrespect intended....", at this juncture, Que actually demonstrates a bit of courtesy and apologetically bows his head. "You guys mebbe gonna be offered a subsqueant commission ta help catch Frego along with a few of our troops.... /after/ we figure out his movements.... but we dun wanna spook Rohy and make him change up his tactics-- and yeah.... if you guys screw it up, it could impact the hostages, so.... don't get found out, capiche?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...Warriors of the same skill as 'Thunder God' Cid." Faruja states quietly. For a long moment, the Burmecian merely stares as Queegmaa. Finally, he smiles. "'Twould be a great honor to assist in seeing such skillful, honorable knights freed. Indeed, it would please me greatly to meet them. Thy most benevolent ruler's concern for our well being is most assuredly appreciated. Indeed. No duo of knights could defeat such a foe." Any thoughts of pleasantries are out the window, the rat's face grim now that he's been told the full weight of the operation. "A Temple Knight and.." He pauses, indicating the woman beside him. "A Knight of the Royal Highness are flexible enough methinks." The ratling turns to his fellow knight, nodding to Freya. If nothing else, she's likely to be competent. "The lives of the hostages, and the information to find and rescue them, shall be the highest priority. As for capturing him, I would love nothing more than to see such criminals brought to justice. Agreed, Ser Queegmaa."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' F"Hm, so we are to ferret out this ruffian so that he can be better taken care of, I see," Freya nodded slowly after being reaffirmed of the task at hand. "I think that can be accomplished--finding out where he goes and where he's been, and making note of his habits... must be getting food and supplies from somewhere, possibly leaning on a settlement for such," she shrugged, pauldrons clinking a little against the spear haft against her back. "Well then, shall we go? we likely have much to speak of," she raised a brow to Faruja, smiling a little as she seemed to have noted the other burmecian's looks at her throughout the conversation. 

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Que shook his head, and remarked, "Rohy's power is so otherworldly that its source is bein' soug....." he stops himself, as he almost slips, and secretly recognizes that his little blunder could haunt him someday, but, since he didn't say anything more than what was mentioned vocally, his sentiments could be attributed to anything, including alcoholic beverages, which, unbeknownst to Freya and Faruja, the kappa does not actually drink! He shakes his head, "To get my point across, there are forces that would love to ally, or manipulate Rohy, and this should be evident in light of the fact that he managed to capture two nigh-peerless soldiers augmented to the maximum capacity of our empire. The truth is, we wanna apprehend Rohy and figure out what da hell is makin' him so tough, so that dangerous weaponry dun fall inta da wrong hands..... And Bishopess Emerald is fully behind us on dis line of thinkin!" He peers directly at Faruja as he refers to Emerald, but then says no more-- perhance Que's, and the empire's refusal to treat the two Nezumi like expendables was symbolic of their interest at remaining in Glabados' good graces, and.... that of the Nezumi race, in a universal sense? Else.... why would he care what happened to Freya? Maybe the empire wasn't so bad after all, regardless of what some gossipers had let loose? Peering at Freya, Queegmaa grins, "I hope ya ain't thinkin' of leapin' headfirst without some sorta game plan.... Eager, are we?" He chuckles, then pulls out some documents, "Dis is what we got on Frelkro. You both need ta study it and send us some kinda proposal on how ya intend to go about this, so ya don't end up givin' away everyding we've worked hard to compile on Frekol, so far. That should prolly take ya both like a day or so.... then, it'll go through our nerd-department, then.... we'll give you a green light or tell ya that we wanna make some modifications." He takes another bite of his delicacy, "Jus' that y'all are rodent-folks, which is why we're askin' you to help ta begin with. We know about Rohy and Fracko, and you all know about Nuzemi, so we gotta put our heads tagether if we're gonna do dis right, yeah?...."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Siip. Faruja drinks. Perhaps too much at times! The ratling takes a sip to steady himself a bit. Such power in one being...it's a frightening thought in a criminal. Letting the Lady Dragoon hold down the fort, he listens to the pair as he thinks. "Well then, if the Lady Bishop approves..." The rat follows, nodding to Quee. He'll have to keep an eye on his superior. Who knows if she's one of the corrupt ones. At Freya's eagerness, the rat honestly smiles. "'Tis hardly in the heart of any right-thinking nezumi to abide by criminals and dishonor. Yet, a Royal Dragon Knight certainly can temper themselves." Adds the rat, attempting to boost the woman's stature a bit. Freya doesn't come off as immediately dislikable as most Royal Dragon Knights to the Templar, and he'll hardly let his fellow countryrat be chastised by a foreigner. "We shall review this information, and get back to thee swiftly. Ahh...where be thee staying, Lady Freya? Shall we convene tonight over the issue?" Seems the rat's just as eager to get started as Freya!

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "An inn I suppose, but yes, we must review the information before we make any move, lest we embarrass our orders, can't have that now," Freya nodded as she rose from her seat, nodding to the cyborg imp and then to her partner in all this, as it would appear. "You are under orders from your bishop to undertake these matters?" she asked off-handedly to Faruja, as she pushed her chair in and turned to him, apparently addressing him directly and casually since it seemed they were done with the imp. "Might seem a bit odd for us to room together, but I think it might help cut traveling costs if we were to do so, then," she added to Faruja, was she teasing him? Oh my.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' It was indeed an unsettling thought that a criminal had such monstrosity at his disposal, but then.... what if it fell into the hands of one who was already a certified nightmare to begin with?! Precisely why Rakassa sought it..... so that -she- could become that nightmare, instead of one of her competitors, but then, all the Shadow Lords were probably conspiring against one another to a degree, which was what made them so intelligent, and capable; years compounded on years of literal and metaphorical backstabbing had to have made the order of the Shadow Lords quick-witted and handy enough to maintain those positions of authority, which was precisely why Queegmaa was thus far, resigned to the possibility of being kept forever in check-mate by Rakassa, with his only real purpose in life to serve /her/ ambitions, and expand on her dreams, rather than following his own. This wasn't to say he didn't have the same insidious designs that his master had, but at the present, the one at the helm was /not/ the water demon..... but a human whose diabolic nature exceeded that of her flunkey who'd been /born/ a mephistophelian creature of the supernatural brand. When the suggestion is made that they room together, Que takes the opportunity to become snarky, and cackles, "Hehe.... By next week, I suspect the Nezumi population will number in the thousands, given how prolific vermin tend to be, when in close quarters.... eh? Good luck on dat, you lovebirds!" Certainly, Que would have fun with this little aggregate, since Freya's thoughts had been voiced aloud! With that, Que waves his hand, "Now.... why dun you two find some cozy place to do yer infesting.... I wanna get back to doin' my own thing, here, 'n no offense to either of ya, but I like ta drink alone!" Not exactly true, since he didn't utilize liquor, but, not absolutely false, since he didn't specify what kind of beverages he liked to swallow in solitude-- all that aside, he says it with flawless certainty, for.... truth or lie matters little with Queegmaa, seeing that he can lie as well as the best of Zozoians the world over.....in the World of Balance, specifically, surmising that in some alternate reality, it still existed!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's face flushes lightly, the ratling coughing. "Quite, M'Lady, I merely mean which hotel. Worry naught, I shan't do anything scandalous, upon my honor as a Temple Knight, and as a former soldier of our country. Nor give the appearance of such!" The ratling even bows! Teasing effective. Then, the rat turns to Quee. Finally, his temper breaks. "...I am quite taken, Ser Queegmaa. Strictly professional, I assure thee, no doubt others of my kin are quite suitably seeing our population woes done away with." And with Queegma on the way out? Faruja takes a slow, quiet breath. "Send thy regards to thy Emperor, Ser. Ajora guide thy path." Then, the rat turns to Freya. Smile! He'll take a dragon knight over a rude kappa any day. "Yes, the Lady Bishop Emerald ordered me to see to this matter, though she gave precious little information. Not normally something the Holy Church is tasked with when it is not our priests. Mayhaps...no, no, nevermind." Faruja shuts up before he speculates too much. "A opportunity to do good in the world, no doubt."

Shadowing For A Shadow Lord

2013-09-15T23:15:43Z

ChurchMouse: Added Freya's poses, working now (I hope)

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|Date of Scene=2013/09/15
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Under orders from Admiral Rakassa, Queegmaa hires Faruja and Freya to shadow an outlaw who's been plaguing the empire for years, one who apparently has the grandeur to outgun their elite Mtek knights with minimal backup. Power-hungry, and eager to try and seize the marauder's talents for herself, in whatever capacity possible, the Arch-Admiral now has Faruja and Freya tailing this enigmatic monstrosity's right-hand-man with the intent to get clues as to the location of the primary quarry in question. All the while, Que makes a sunny day at the beach a gloomy one, for the Burmecian Templar!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Freya Crescent, Queegmaa
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa was sitting in a fancy outdoor cafe in Costa Del Sol, which happened to be one of his favorite places in the World of Ruin-- if there was beachfront property, then surely, the planet was not as bad off as it could hypothetically be! The palm trees swayed in the breeze, and as if the fresh sea-borne air wasn't enough of a mood booster, the kappa had a nice umbrella that sprung from the center of the table, which blocked the sun from fully drying him out in the heat of the day. He was still sure to hydrate himself, but today he was indulging in fruity little drinks with tiny umbrellas mimicking the very one granting him shade, besides the fact that he was indulging in some exotic dessert that involved a couple scoops of sorbet conveniently placed snuggly inside a half-canteloupe, which was locally grown, and thus..... provided the pinnacle of sugary satisfaction for one who had a sweet tooth, easily competing with the sherbert that was comprised of some artificial ingredients, no doubt. This probably came at the expense of the Vectorite taxpayer, too, which made the whole experience for Que all the more delightful; if there was one thing he loved spending, it was other people's munny! Equally enjoyable, he could forget about his troubles for a bit because he didn't have the admiral belittling him, and having such a high rank in his own right, within the naval fleet, it meant that the staff at this little resort had to pamper him to the height of their capability, since his influence could easily enhance, or ruin their reputation, which would in turn effect the flow of income that sustained any particular business. When the empress was not anywhere to be seen, the king got to be in charge, and the imp could forget about his troubles for at least the briefest of intervals. No alcohol, though, in his beverages, because liquor made the taste bitter, and when considering that he was virtually immune to toxins anyway, given his unique biology, the normally noxious nectar of the drunkard's world would do almost nothing to improve the experience..... beyond that, he had to be on top of his game if he was to negotiate terms with the folks who would be sent from the very tiny Cleyran embassy to meet up with him to discuss prices for their services; being on the same continent, Nezumi were a bit more plentiful in Costa, at times, than they might've been in other, substantially distant realms. At least one of the rat-anthros involved wouldn't have to go through the channel of a third-party bounty agency, since the other individual was allegedly dispatched by Bishopess Emerald, who was in direct communication(and perhaps cahoots) with Rakassa, which meant that the admiral's flunky would have to do far less negotiating when he, or she 'got to the table'. Queegmaa plucked the green-colored cherry off of the top of his citrus-soaked delicacy, and narrowed his eyes, as it was brought to him, "Da hell is this?" Evidently, in this venue, to be more zesty, they decided to decorate their luscious confections with green-cherries, instead of red ones, but, the kappa was not impressed, "....You tryin' ta turn me inta a human or somethin' ridilicous like that? Didn'tcha know that green-cherries reverse da 'effects of the 'Imp' status, and has unpredictyible interactions with my kind?!" He growls at the server, who bows apologetically in response, inwardly irritated that Que insinuated that humans were inferior to the kappa's kind, "Sir, we did not know of this; would you like for me to take it back, and redo it?" The green-skinned fellow shook his head, feeling a little bit on the generous side, because of the fact that he was so relaxed from being on his miniature vacation, and scoffed at her, "Ferget it. I dun got time ta wait for you to remake this sh*t. You can continya doin' whatever menial tasks yer slave-master has set out for ya, you miserable peon!" Eye twitching, and lips trembling with anger that was obviously being suppressed, the waitress bowed her head once more and went back inside, most likely to gossip to the other personnel about her obnoxious customer. The cyborg-imp, on the other hand, props his leg(the organic one, at least) up on the bench on the opposing side of the one upon which he sits, on the other side of the table, and uncaringly chucks the cherry over his shoulder, which just happens to plunge into somebody else's drink, not far off; due to concerns of sanitation, the victim of Que's reckless behavior now finds himself unwilling to drink his draft, and grumbles in frustration, twisting his head to see who caused his misfortune. Seeing the residual motion of Que's arm as it retracted, the rather hefty fellow got up from his table, and started to make his way towards the kappa, but it would take a moment for him to reach the culprit, so Queegmaa was at total ease, in spite of the fact that he just made two enemies for the measly price of one tiny cherry!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja Senra would like Costa Del Sol so much more if it wasn't so blasted hot, and he wasn't here on official business. Official business meant looking like a Templar. Which meant wearing armor. Even /with/ enchantments to help keep him cool, plate mail of the gold-plated variety is hot. And so, as the Burmecian clanks into the cafe, he eyes the various drinks with relish. Passing the poor waitress, he stops her, quickly inquiring as to a Mr. Queegmaa's table. Soon enough, after a sour look from the waitress lessened by the ratling's polite manner, she gives him directions. And off he goes, to notice the portly man about to accost (verbally or otherwise) the strange techno-kappa. At first, the rat recoils at such a strange combination of metal and flesh. Thankfully, before he can get things started off on the wrong foot, there's a situation in progress. Time to intervene! Smile! Taking a few steps forward, the rat steps beside the Kappa's chair. "Lord bless, and good 'eve Ser! Please pardon my intrusion, however, you seem quite perturbed with my companion. All a simple misunderstanding, certainly. Here...M'Lady!" Turning, he motions to the nearest waitress. Pointing to the angry man, he nods. "If 'tis no trouble, I would like to pay for the gentleman's meal. Drinks, dessert...whatever 'twould be pleasing." Back to the man. "No ill will afford, hmm, by Ajora's grace?"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa didn't mind the heat too much, because he was always moist, due to being a frequent user of oils, when he wasn't busy actually soaking himself in actual water. Presently, he was staying cool by way of munching on some rather delicious sherbert, but sooner or later, he'd have to dunk himself or else end up in a similar predicament as Faru, since the kappa was also adorned in a good bit of metal, being a cybernetic being. When Faruja decides to intercede on his behalf, he groans, "Your companion? What da hell are ya talkin' about? You ain't even given me no intro, or sat at da table here!" Not entirely ungrateful for the fact that Faru was trying to defuse an inflamed patron, he didn't like the fact that he was being referred to as though they were actually on tolerable terms; true, they would've eventually broken bread together, now that Que was able to determine that Faruja was one of the Nezumi who was supposed to rendezvous with him, but prematurely calling himself the imp's 'companion' caused him mild irritation. He had to curb -some- of his effrontery, nonetheless, because the fate of a successful mission hinged on being able to cooperate with the emissary of Glabados! The distressed customer is satisfied with Faru's concession, and the waitress acknowledges that whatever the man purchases will come out of the Burmecian's pocket. The large man returns to his seat, and Queegmaa raises a brow at Faruja curiously, "Ya paid fer somebody ya dun even know nothin' about. I thought the church was 'sposed ta be gittin' donations, 'stead of giving dem out, less it's to paupers. Ain't nobody in this town hurtin' for munny.... ha!" He cackles, then offers a seat to the Nezumi. "Ya know bud.... if ya were planning on coming to a place where you knew it'd be hot as the dickens, you mighta considered gettin' a furcut.... maybe jus' a 'lil trim or somethin'? Either that or brought one of dem eastern-style hand-held paper fans....." After he says this, his eye twitches just a sliver, as he remembers the last person in explicit who carried a fan with her; Rosemarie. The kappa promptly banishes the witch from his mind as he tries to reclaim the semi-serene feelings he was experiencing, due to the ambience of the Costa Del Sol experience, which was minus the regular stresses that he had to deal with, that included Shadow Lords, vampires, and endlessly hungry drows.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' ~ Several Hours Ago ~ Faruja stands at attention while he's briefed by the Bishopess Emerald. The meeting winds down. A crossing of his chest, a 'Your Holiness', and the rat's about to step out of the room. Emerald calls to him. "Oh, and Child? Try to watch your temper. Your contact is..." She pauses, visibly hunting for a word. "Trying." "I shall do my utmost, M'Lady Bishop." As the door shuts behind him, he can't help but wonder if the contact will really be all that bad. ~ Now ~ After successfully diffusing the situation, Faruja Senra's unburnt brow twitches in irritation. His face is what is best called 'distantly polite and friendly'. Inwardly, he wants to reach over and strangle the Kappa. With a feigned cough, he manages to hold onto his temper. For now. "A mistake for which I must apologize. However, 'twas all in the effort of calming the good gentleman. 'Twould do neither of us good to have to deal with an enraged customer while business is afoot. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados. Well met, Ser, and may Faram and the Holy Prophet watch over thee always. If I may?" Indicating a seat, he'll wait for the invitation. "A small sacrifice for peace, methinks." Shrug. The rat doesn't seem too bothered, really. Then, the invitation comes, and the rat sits. He crosses his legs, tail swaying. "Oh, I assure thee, such a thing shall be rectified quickly. It shan't do to pass out in the middle of an operation. My appointment to this, however, was a touch short notice. I thought it better to suffer momentarily than to be less than prompt." "Thy name, Ser?" Seems he's at least wiling to see to introductions properly!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' "You-thinks is a pretteh-d*mn good way ta put it. Ya got no idea what that guy may order now that the bill's on you, and this place ain't exactily da Motel Eight....." he sneers, finding amusement at the fact that Faruja may just have to pay a king's ransom, if the customer decides to go the full nine yards and wallow in the pleasures that the little cafe had to offer-- there /was/ a tiny massage parlor area owned attached to the cafe, and technically, if the waitress conspired to make a few extra bucks for her establishment, a suggestion could easily be made, and an extra fee appended to the 'food' service. It wasn't a four-star hotel with every amenity known to mankind, but this little venue did have a few nice features for those inclined towards decadence; this was Costa Del Sol, after all! The imp wasn't about to disclose all this, though, because the deed was said and done.... and it wasn't -his- money, so Que wasn't about to suffer as a result of the Nezumi's mistake, which made life all the better! Whenever Rakassa made an error, which was a rarity, often she took it out on the kappa, even if Queegmaa was completely innocent, so, seeing someone else suffer was a dandy change of pace. "I'm Queegmaa." He flaps his hand unimpressedly, "But let's dissipense with the niceties n' all that. You and yer well-mets, and your me-thinks, and yer thys, and thees, twoulds, sers, and that outdated cr*p has got me thinkin' dat da last thing I wanna do is end up gettin' ta know ya, and feel oblygated to try 'n be pals....."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Inwardly, Faruja prays to Faram to give him the strength to not knock the block off of this Kappa. Every word screams 'toady' and 'arrogance'. The ratling's face falls into smolder, stoic peering at the metal-bearing creature before him. The swish of his tail picks up. "Then mayhaps when he next passes Mullonde, he shall remember the kindness of one of its knights." His clawed hands fold. Faruja orders a drink from the waitress. He'll need it for this one. "Fine then. To business. Now, I am to understand there has been an...altercation regarding one of my countrymen?" the rat doesn't bother hiding his displeasure here. Sullying the good name of his fallen kingdom doesn't sit right with him, even if he doesn't like its king.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa leans forward a little, idly fingering the sorbet spoon, stirring it around as he remarks, "Dun get me wrong..... I'm not lookin' ta make ya into a mortal nemezis, either, cuz yer institution is a good one....." he finally relents a little-- well, at least the kappa showed favor to the flag for which Faruja stood, which had to earn a few good marks for Que, even if the imp wasn't altogether friendly towards Faruja on an individual basis; mayhap the reptilian wasn't wholly irredeemable! He doesn't do it to score with Faruja, but merely to annul the happenstance that a certain Nezumi might try to poison his executives against the empire, because Queegmaa made a remarkably bad impression. Whether the amphibious stooge actually does admire the church is another question entirely, but he can always /claim/ that he spoke highly of Glabados, if Faruja tries to besmirch the attitude of the kappa towards the templars, for if a naval captain of the Gestahlian Empire were to put his word against Faru, and it came to be known that it was just a personal dislike of the rodent and not the institution itself.... well, who would dare accuse the kappa of harboring disdain for Glabados, when it was just a mere enforcer with whom Que took issue? A very convenient backdoor is now available if Faruja tries to 'frame' Queegmaa as some sort of heretical sympathizer! As if to further anchor his authenticity, he takes a bite of his dessert, then chimes in a second time, on the same topic, to reaffirm his 'obvious' inclination towards a faithful approach to life, "Ya know.... my peeps were real devout types, believin' in deities 'n whatnot. Kinda hard to think dat this big shibang is all by chance, so I'll try ta honor their ways 'n guesstimate that dem sendin' someone as senshimental as you is all part of da Great One's plan....." He shrugs. Little insurance policies to back-up his piety aside, Que proceeded, "Somethin' like that. A guy of some notoriety named Fraggo Larsony.... or somethin' thereabouts, has been helpin' a dude named Rohy with his regular mischief; and for your information, Rohy's been causing trouble fer da empire for some time, but he ain't one bit sloppy. We're hopin' to send a rat to catch one..... We may not be able to find Ro, but if you can find Go, then we'll be sittin' pretty."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' At first, Queeg's wit only serves to further steam the rat, but as he begins to speak of his country, the rat's look softens. While not much on pride of self, pride of country still lingers well in his heart. By the time the kappa's done speak of Church and Country, Faruja is mostly smiles. After all, he'd been betrayed by both organizations, even if he loves them still. "Thy people's piety speaks much for their heart. Mayhaps one day they shall come to know of Holy Ajora and Faram." A nod, and a crossing of his chest. At least, the silver-tongued toady has managed to calm the furious rat! "A strange blade to wield, if 'tis true. I would hope for one sharper, but as the Lord wills." The mere name, has Faruja nearly snarling. Squeezing his hand, he shakes his head. "Frego Larson, the bomber. Yes. 'Twould be my honor to assist in the hunt for the vile, dishonorable wretch. Puts my entire people to shame."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' ""I can't say I'm used to this sort of work," Freya announced as she had entered the doorway and began walking toward the cyborg and the other burmecian--who she assumed was another of her kingdom's, anyway, at first. Her footfalls were gentle and graceful, stepping alongside the other two and doffing her hat momentarily, revealing her long furred ears and long straight white hair. "Freya Crescent--I had heard there was work to be done in locating a criminal, was it?" her accent was decidedly English, voice a high feminine alto. "If it's someone like that then I wouldn't be opposed to working to find them, though I am not sure if I can work as an assassin, if that's what's needed..." she replaced her hat, nodding to the two fellows.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Faruja was oblivious to the fact that Que's people would never come to know of the Holy Faram,, for, they were all but abolished after a few poorly executed stunts by Queegmaa himself, but this is not something he cares to elaborate on, since it only would cause him to shudder in emotional agony, if he dwelt upon it heavily, so instead, the kappa decides to try and shuffle the notion to the back of his mental deck of cards, and move on to more pragmatic ordeals. When the templar speaks of how Frego had dishonorably put his people to shame, Que feels an inward pang, reminding him that the one they are to hunt is probably no less fiendish than himself, but.... the kappa already knew there were folks who probably had it out for him-- his objective was to keep the eye on the prize, and do what it took to get there, even if sometimes that meant capturing fugitives no worse than him, in order to amass more wealth to line his pockets, or the kappa equivalent. When Freya emerged from the doorway, not far off, Queegmaa shook his head, "No assassins needed..... besides, if the empire wants ta take out da threat, then dey'll figure a way on doin' it with their special forces. We dun want Frego dead...." The imp snaps his fingers, "....If Fracko can't speak, or move.... den we can't really have him lead us ta Rohy..... or tell us where da guy is, so all you and Faru's gotta do here is find 'em, and follow 'em for awhile..... Get ta know his routine checkpoints, and his routes. We found some bodies in a forest not far from us, an' we think Rohy kidnapped some of our crew, and some of Frelko's signature ingredients were left behind, so they gotta be working together, again." Since Frego was an independent contractor, it was known he had few true loyalties, but, one of his most common employers was rumored to be none other than Rohy, the rogue ronin-- this was well known to those from the imperial capital, and presumably the Returners, but beyond those from the World of Balance, Rohy was hardly famous.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As the female nezumi makes her appearance, the Burmecian stands. A brow quirks, the rat's jaw setting briefly. A Royal Dragon Knight. And perhaps a noble at that. With some effort, he manages to look welcoming, though his tail swishes a bit more violently than necessary. Faruja pulls out a chair for Freya. Standing aside, he waits for Freya to sit first, offering a crossing of his chest in Ajoran fashion. "Well met, Dame Crescent. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, at thy service. 'Tis a pleasure to see a countrywoman here." At least, in that, he's being honest. Every now and then, despite himself, he shoots Freya a curious glance. Did the King send her? 'Not used to this sort of work' indeed! Thankfully, he's listening, and offers most of his attention to Que. "Ahh, well. Shadow him, and find his accomplice. Then, an ambush mayhaps? Capture the lot of them, and turn them over to rightful authorities for proper judgement. But tell me more of his associate, and the ones whom hath been so cruelly taken. Are they one to slay hostages? We must know how lightly to tread for fear of their lives."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya likewise is silent as she listened to the task set forth to them, nodding her head as she took in various details. "Alright, he is to be alive then--I too am concerned also about those he has kidnapped, perhaps we might need to use stealth in this in some way... hrm," gears are churning in that mouse lady's head, likely--and there are gears to turn, not one to simply be complacent and not ask questions.
 "Perhaps one of us could act as a distraction while the hostages are seen to, before we confront him?" Freya turned more to Faruja then to ask this, not trying to seem like she is ignoring their employer, but she's already scheming on how to get this done bloodlessly.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa knows just shy of nothing about Nezumi, so while Faruja cordially behaves in a formal manner, greeting Freya, who could very well be of aristocratic stock, the kappa doesn't bequeath any more courtesy to the woman than he did Faru.... at least, not intentionally; being that the he-dragoon tried to engage in pleasantries, the lizardly one had verbally chastised him right off the bat, yet, since Freya was doing an expert job at adhering mostly to business, instead of trying to get friendly, it keeps Que's mind focused on his target. Finally, when Faruja asks the big questions, Que rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly, and nervously begins to make an admission, "I..... would not say that you should be partaking in the ambush, since.... our beloved emperor, or rather, his representatives, don't want to regard the lives of its hopeful ally with such thoughtlessness." He tries to think of an optimal way to word what he's about to say, while trying to tone down the nationalistic arrogance that the empire is always known for, "Our Magitek Knights are the most elite of the elite, and even in the World of Ruin, I'd dare say that our prime members could contend with some of the less-experienced Shadow Lords." Which was about as massive as a boast as one could make, while still /trying/ to stay within the realm of feasibility, though, maybe Que was exaggerating on their mettle just a tad. Whatever the case may be, he accommodates both Nezumi further, "They would be equal to, say.... the Sword Saints of the Ivalician world, or, somethin' around that level 'o power." Definitely an exaggeration, if he's putting Mteks on the same level as Cidolfas, about whom Faruja has surely been educated-- on the other hand, Celes was a 'Rune Knight', and so she might've qualified as being roughly on par with Ivalician Rune Knights, who were only a notch below Sword Saints, in caliber. "Ta get ta my point.... we had no less than two Magitek Knights of considerable fame in that troupe, and it was, as far as we know, decimated. What we're dealin' with here is sumfin' a lot worse than your everyday warlord." The maritime beast nods, solemnly, "You two jus' need ta chart what Fragle is up to, and then give yer findings to us as soon as you both think ya notice patterns emergin', at which point we'll get our think-tanks to do a more in-depth exmanination to figure out where he's goin' and what he's doin'. No disrespect intended....", at this juncture, Que actually demonstrates a bit of courtesy and apologetically bows his head. "You guys mebbe gonna be offered a subsqueant commission ta help catch Frego along with a few of our troops.... /after/ we figure out his movements.... but we dun wanna spook Rohy and make him change up his tactics-- and yeah.... if you guys screw it up, it could impact the hostages, so.... don't get found out, capiche?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...Warriors of the same skill as 'Thunder God' Cid." Faruja states quietly. For a long moment, the Burmecian merely stares as Queegmaa. Finally, he smiles. "'Twould be a great honor to assist in seeing such skillful, honorable knights freed. Indeed, it would please me greatly to meet them. Thy most benevolent ruler's concern for our well being is most assuredly appreciated. Indeed. No duo of knights could defeat such a foe." Any thoughts of pleasantries are out the window, the rat's face grim now that he's been told the full weight of the operation. "A Temple Knight and.." He pauses, indicating the woman beside him. "A Knight of the Royal Highness are flexible enough methinks." The ratling turns to his fellow knight, nodding to Freya. If nothing else, she's likely to be competent. "The lives of the hostages, and the information to find and rescue them, shall be the highest priority. As for capturing him, I would love nothing more than to see such criminals brought to justice. Agreed, Ser Queegmaa."

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' F"Hm, so we are to ferret out this ruffian so that he can be better taken care of, I see," Freya nodded slowly after being reaffirmed of the task at hand. "I think that can be accomplished--finding out where he goes and where he's been, and making note of his habits... must be getting food and supplies from somewhere, possibly leaning on a settlement for such," she shrugged, pauldrons clinking a little against the spear haft against her back. "Well then, shall we go? we likely have much to speak of," she raised a brow to Faruja, smiling a little as she seemed to have noted the other burmecian's looks at her throughout the conversation. 

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Que shook his head, and remarked, "Rohy's power is so otherworldly that its source is bein' soug....." he stops himself, as he almost slips, and secretly recognizes that his little blunder could haunt him someday, but, since he didn't say anything more than what was mentioned vocally, his sentiments could be attributed to anything, including alcoholic beverages, which, unbeknownst to Freya and Faruja, the kappa does not actually drink! He shakes his head, "To get my point across, there are forces that would love to ally, or manipulate Rohy, and this should be evident in light of the fact that he managed to capture two nigh-peerless soldiers augmented to the maximum capacity of our empire. The truth is, we wanna apprehend Rohy and figure out what da hell is makin' him so tough, so that dangerous weaponry dun fall inta da wrong hands..... And Bishopess Emerald is fully behind us on dis line of thinkin!" He peers directly at Faruja as he refers to Emerald, but then says no more-- perhance Que's, and the empire's refusal to treat the two Nezumi like expendables was symbolic of their interest at remaining in Glabados' good graces, and.... that of the Nezumi race, in a universal sense? Else.... why would he care what happened to Freya? Maybe the empire wasn't so bad after all, regardless of what some gossipers had let loose? Peering at Freya, Queegmaa grins, "I hope ya ain't thinkin' of leapin' headfirst without some sorta game plan.... Eager, are we?" He chuckles, then pulls out some documents, "Dis is what we got on Frelkro. You both need ta study it and send us some kinda proposal on how ya intend to go about this, so ya don't end up givin' away everyding we've worked hard to compile on Frekol, so far. That should prolly take ya both like a day or so.... then, it'll go through our nerd-department, then.... we'll give you a green light or tell ya that we wanna make some modifications." He takes another bite of his delicacy, "Jus' that y'all are rodent-folks, which is why we're askin' you to help ta begin with. We know about Rohy and Fracko, and you all know about Nuzemi, so we gotta put our heads tagether if we're gonna do dis right, yeah?...."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Siip. Faruja drinks. Perhaps too much at times! The ratling takes a sip to steady himself a bit. Such power in one being...it's a frightening thought in a criminal. Letting the Lady Dragoon hold down the fort, he listens to the pair as he thinks. "Well then, if the Lady Bishop approves..." The rat follows, nodding to Quee. He'll have to keep an eye on his superior. Who knows if she's one of the corrupt ones. At Freya's eagerness, the rat honestly smiles. "'Tis hardly in the heart of any right-thinking nezumi to abide by criminals and dishonor. Yet, a Royal Dragon Knight certainly can temper themselves." Adds the rat, attempting to boost the woman's stature a bit. Freya doesn't come off as immediately dislikable as most Royal Dragon Knights to the Templar, and he'll hardly let his fellow countryrat be chastised by a foreigner. "We shall review this information, and get back to thee swiftly. Ahh...where be thee staying, Lady Freya? Shall we convene tonight over the issue?" Seems the rat's just as eager to get started as Freya!

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "An inn I suppose, but yes, we must review the information before we make any move, lest we embarrass our orders, can't have that now," Freya nodded as she rose from her seat, nodding to the cyborg imp and then to her partner in all this, as it would appear. "You are under orders from your bishop to undertake these matters?" she asked off-handedly to Faruja, as she pushed her chair in and turned to him, apparently addressing him directly and casually since it seemed they were done with the imp. "Might seem a bit odd for us to room together, but I think it might help cut traveling costs if we were to do so, then," she added to Faruja, was she teasing him? Oh my.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' It was indeed an unsettling thought that a criminal had such monstrosity at his disposal, but then.... what if it fell into the hands of one who was already a certified nightmare to begin with?! Precisely why Rakassa sought it..... so that -she- could become that nightmare, instead of one of her competitors, but then, all the Shadow Lords were probably conspiring against one another to a degree, which was what made them so intelligent, and capable; years compounded on years of literal and metaphorical backstabbing had to have made the order of the Shadow Lords quick-witted and handy enough to maintain those positions of authority, which was precisely why Queegmaa was thus far, resigned to the possibility of being kept forever in check-mate by Rakassa, with his only real purpose in life to serve /her/ ambitions, and expand on her dreams, rather than following his own. This wasn't to say he didn't have the same insidious designs that his master had, but at the present, the one at the helm was /not/ the water demon..... but a human whose diabolic nature exceeded that of her flunkey who'd been /born/ a mephistophelian creature of the supernatural brand. When the suggestion is made that they room together, Que takes the opportunity to become snarky, and cackles, "Hehe.... By next week, I suspect the Nezumi population will number in the thousands, given how prolific vermin tend to be, when in close quarters.... eh? Good luck on dat, you lovebirds!" Certainly, Que would have fun with this little aggregate, since Freya's thoughts had been voiced aloud! With that, Que waves his hand, "Now.... why dun you two find some cozy place to do yer infesting.... I wanna get back to doin' my own thing, here, 'n no offense to either of ya, but I like ta drink alone!" Not exactly true, since he didn't utilize liquor, but, not absolutely false, since he didn't specify what kind of beverages he liked to swallow in solitude-- all that aside, he says it with flawless certainty, for.... truth or lie matters little with Queegmaa, seeing that he can lie as well as the best of Zozoians the world over.....in the World of Balance, specifically, surmising that in some alternate reality, it still existed!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's face flushes lightly, the ratling coughing. "Quite, M'Lady, I merely mean which hotel. Worry naught, I shan't do anything scandalous, upon my honor as a Temple Knight, and as a former soldier of our country. Nor give the appearance of such!" The ratling even bows! Teasing effective. Then, the rat turns to Quee. Finally, his temper breaks. "...I am quite taken, Ser Queegmaa. Strictly professional, I assure thee, no doubt others of my kin are quite suitably seeing our population woes done away with." And with Queegma on the way out? Faruja takes a slow, quiet breath. "Send thy regards to thy Emperor, Ser. Ajora guide thy path." Then, the rat turns to Freya. Smile! He'll take a dragon knight over a rude kappa any day. "Yes, the Lady Bishop Emerald ordered me to see to this matter, though she gave precious little information. Not normally something the Holy Church is tasked with when it is not our priests. Mayhaps...no, no, nevermind." Faruja shuts up before he speculates too much. "A opportunity to do good in the world, no doubt."

Shadowing For A Shadow Lord

2013-09-15T23:03:43Z

ChurchMouse: adding in freya's poses

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|Date of Scene=2013/09/15
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Under orders from Admiral Rakassa, Queegmaa hires Faruja and Freya to shadow an outlaw who's been plaguing the empire for years, one who apparently has the grandeur to outgun their elite Mtek knights with minimal backup. Power-hungry, and eager to try and seize the marauder's talents for herself, in whatever capacity possible, the Arch-Admiral now has Faruja and Freya tailing this enigmatic monstrosity's right-hand-man with the intent to get clues as to the location of the primary quarry in question. All the while, Que makes a sunny day at the beach a gloomy one, for the Burmecian Templar!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Freya Crescent, Queegmaa
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa was sitting in a fancy outdoor cafe in Costa Del Sol, which happened to be one of his favorite places in the World of Ruin-- if there was beachfront property, then surely, the planet was not as bad off as it could hypothetically be! The palm trees swayed in the breeze, and as if the fresh sea-borne air wasn't enough of a mood booster, the kappa had a nice umbrella that sprung from the center of the table, which blocked the sun from fully drying him out in the heat of the day. He was still sure to hydrate himself, but today he was indulging in fruity little drinks with tiny umbrellas mimicking the very one granting him shade, besides the fact that he was indulging in some exotic dessert that involved a couple scoops of sorbet conveniently placed snuggly inside a half-canteloupe, which was locally grown, and thus..... provided the pinnacle of sugary satisfaction for one who had a sweet tooth, easily competing with the sherbert that was comprised of some artificial ingredients, no doubt. This probably came at the expense of the Vectorite taxpayer, too, which made the whole experience for Que all the more delightful; if there was one thing he loved spending, it was other people's munny! Equally enjoyable, he could forget about his troubles for a bit because he didn't have the admiral belittling him, and having such a high rank in his own right, within the naval fleet, it meant that the staff at this little resort had to pamper him to the height of their capability, since his influence could easily enhance, or ruin their reputation, which would in turn effect the flow of income that sustained any particular business. When the empress was not anywhere to be seen, the king got to be in charge, and the imp could forget about his troubles for at least the briefest of intervals. No alcohol, though, in his beverages, because liquor made the taste bitter, and when considering that he was virtually immune to toxins anyway, given his unique biology, the normally noxious nectar of the drunkard's world would do almost nothing to improve the experience..... beyond that, he had to be on top of his game if he was to negotiate terms with the folks who would be sent from the very tiny Cleyran embassy to meet up with him to discuss prices for their services; being on the same continent, Nezumi were a bit more plentiful in Costa, at times, than they might've been in other, substantially distant realms. At least one of the rat-anthros involved wouldn't have to go through the channel of a third-party bounty agency, since the other individual was allegedly dispatched by Bishopess Emerald, who was in direct communication(and perhaps cahoots) with Rakassa, which meant that the admiral's flunky would have to do far less negotiating when he, or she 'got to the table'. Queegmaa plucked the green-colored cherry off of the top of his citrus-soaked delicacy, and narrowed his eyes, as it was brought to him, "Da hell is this?" Evidently, in this venue, to be more zesty, they decided to decorate their luscious confections with green-cherries, instead of red ones, but, the kappa was not impressed, "....You tryin' ta turn me inta a human or somethin' ridilicous like that? Didn'tcha know that green-cherries reverse da 'effects of the 'Imp' status, and has unpredictyible interactions with my kind?!" He growls at the server, who bows apologetically in response, inwardly irritated that Que insinuated that humans were inferior to the kappa's kind, "Sir, we did not know of this; would you like for me to take it back, and redo it?" The green-skinned fellow shook his head, feeling a little bit on the generous side, because of the fact that he was so relaxed from being on his miniature vacation, and scoffed at her, "Ferget it. I dun got time ta wait for you to remake this sh*t. You can continya doin' whatever menial tasks yer slave-master has set out for ya, you miserable peon!" Eye twitching, and lips trembling with anger that was obviously being suppressed, the waitress bowed her head once more and went back inside, most likely to gossip to the other personnel about her obnoxious customer. The cyborg-imp, on the other hand, props his leg(the organic one, at least) up on the bench on the opposing side of the one upon which he sits, on the other side of the table, and uncaringly chucks the cherry over his shoulder, which just happens to plunge into somebody else's drink, not far off; due to concerns of sanitation, the victim of Que's reckless behavior now finds himself unwilling to drink his draft, and grumbles in frustration, twisting his head to see who caused his misfortune. Seeing the residual motion of Que's arm as it retracted, the rather hefty fellow got up from his table, and started to make his way towards the kappa, but it would take a moment for him to reach the culprit, so Queegmaa was at total ease, in spite of the fact that he just made two enemies for the measly price of one tiny cherry!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja Senra would like Costa Del Sol so much more if it wasn't so blasted hot, and he wasn't here on official business. Official business meant looking like a Templar. Which meant wearing armor. Even /with/ enchantments to help keep him cool, plate mail of the gold-plated variety is hot. And so, as the Burmecian clanks into the cafe, he eyes the various drinks with relish. Passing the poor waitress, he stops her, quickly inquiring as to a Mr. Queegmaa's table. Soon enough, after a sour look from the waitress lessened by the ratling's polite manner, she gives him directions. And off he goes, to notice the portly man about to accost (verbally or otherwise) the strange techno-kappa. At first, the rat recoils at such a strange combination of metal and flesh. Thankfully, before he can get things started off on the wrong foot, there's a situation in progress. Time to intervene! Smile! Taking a few steps forward, the rat steps beside the Kappa's chair. "Lord bless, and good 'eve Ser! Please pardon my intrusion, however, you seem quite perturbed with my companion. All a simple misunderstanding, certainly. Here...M'Lady!" Turning, he motions to the nearest waitress. Pointing to the angry man, he nods. "If 'tis no trouble, I would like to pay for the gentleman's meal. Drinks, dessert...whatever 'twould be pleasing." Back to the man. "No ill will afford, hmm, by Ajora's grace?"

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa didn't mind the heat too much, because he was always moist, due to being a frequent user of oils, when he wasn't busy actually soaking himself in actual water. Presently, he was staying cool by way of munching on some rather delicious sherbert, but sooner or later, he'd have to dunk himself or else end up in a similar predicament as Faru, since the kappa was also adorned in a good bit of metal, being a cybernetic being. When Faruja decides to intercede on his behalf, he groans, "Your companion? What da hell are ya talkin' about? You ain't even given me no intro, or sat at da table here!" Not entirely ungrateful for the fact that Faru was trying to defuse an inflamed patron, he didn't like the fact that he was being referred to as though they were actually on tolerable terms; true, they would've eventually broken bread together, now that Que was able to determine that Faruja was one of the Nezumi who was supposed to rendezvous with him, but prematurely calling himself the imp's 'companion' caused him mild irritation. He had to curb -some- of his effrontery, nonetheless, because the fate of a successful mission hinged on being able to cooperate with the emissary of Glabados! The distressed customer is satisfied with Faru's concession, and the waitress acknowledges that whatever the man purchases will come out of the Burmecian's pocket. The large man returns to his seat, and Queegmaa raises a brow at Faruja curiously, "Ya paid fer somebody ya dun even know nothin' about. I thought the church was 'sposed ta be gittin' donations, 'stead of giving dem out, less it's to paupers. Ain't nobody in this town hurtin' for munny.... ha!" He cackles, then offers a seat to the Nezumi. "Ya know bud.... if ya were planning on coming to a place where you knew it'd be hot as the dickens, you mighta considered gettin' a furcut.... maybe jus' a 'lil trim or somethin'? Either that or brought one of dem eastern-style hand-held paper fans....." After he says this, his eye twitches just a sliver, as he remembers the last person in explicit who carried a fan with her; Rosemarie. The kappa promptly banishes the witch from his mind as he tries to reclaim the semi-serene feelings he was experiencing, due to the ambience of the Costa Del Sol experience, which was minus the regular stresses that he had to deal with, that included Shadow Lords, vampires, and endlessly hungry drows.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' ~ Several Hours Ago ~ Faruja stands at attention while he's briefed by the Bishopess Emerald. The meeting winds down. A crossing of his chest, a 'Your Holiness', and the rat's about to step out of the room. Emerald calls to him. "Oh, and Child? Try to watch your temper. Your contact is..." She pauses, visibly hunting for a word. "Trying." "I shall do my utmost, M'Lady Bishop." As the door shuts behind him, he can't help but wonder if the contact will really be all that bad. ~ Now ~ After successfully diffusing the situation, Faruja Senra's unburnt brow twitches in irritation. His face is what is best called 'distantly polite and friendly'. Inwardly, he wants to reach over and strangle the Kappa. With a feigned cough, he manages to hold onto his temper. For now. "A mistake for which I must apologize. However, 'twas all in the effort of calming the good gentleman. 'Twould do neither of us good to have to deal with an enraged customer while business is afoot. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados. Well met, Ser, and may Faram and the Holy Prophet watch over thee always. If I may?" Indicating a seat, he'll wait for the invitation. "A small sacrifice for peace, methinks." Shrug. The rat doesn't seem too bothered, really. Then, the invitation comes, and the rat sits. He crosses his legs, tail swaying. "Oh, I assure thee, such a thing shall be rectified quickly. It shan't do to pass out in the middle of an operation. My appointment to this, however, was a touch short notice. I thought it better to suffer momentarily than to be less than prompt." "Thy name, Ser?" Seems he's at least wiling to see to introductions properly!

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' "You-thinks is a pretteh-d*mn good way ta put it. Ya got no idea what that guy may order now that the bill's on you, and this place ain't exactily da Motel Eight....." he sneers, finding amusement at the fact that Faruja may just have to pay a king's ransom, if the customer decides to go the full nine yards and wallow in the pleasures that the little cafe had to offer-- there /was/ a tiny massage parlor area owned attached to the cafe, and technically, if the waitress conspired to make a few extra bucks for her establishment, a suggestion could easily be made, and an extra fee appended to the 'food' service. It wasn't a four-star hotel with every amenity known to mankind, but this little venue did have a few nice features for those inclined towards decadence; this was Costa Del Sol, after all! The imp wasn't about to disclose all this, though, because the deed was said and done.... and it wasn't -his- money, so Que wasn't about to suffer as a result of the Nezumi's mistake, which made life all the better! Whenever Rakassa made an error, which was a rarity, often she took it out on the kappa, even if Queegmaa was completely innocent, so, seeing someone else suffer was a dandy change of pace. "I'm Queegmaa." He flaps his hand unimpressedly, "But let's dissipense with the niceties n' all that. You and yer well-mets, and your me-thinks, and yer thys, and thees, twoulds, sers, and that outdated cr*p has got me thinkin' dat da last thing I wanna do is end up gettin' ta know ya, and feel oblygated to try 'n be pals....."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Inwardly, Faruja prays to Faram to give him the strength to not knock the block off of this Kappa. Every word screams 'toady' and 'arrogance'. The ratling's face falls into smolder, stoic peering at the metal-bearing creature before him. The swish of his tail picks up. "Then mayhaps when he next passes Mullonde, he shall remember the kindness of one of its knights." His clawed hands fold. Faruja orders a drink from the waitress. He'll need it for this one. "Fine then. To business. Now, I am to understand there has been an...altercation regarding one of my countrymen?" the rat doesn't bother hiding his displeasure here. Sullying the good name of his fallen kingdom doesn't sit right with him, even if he doesn't like its king.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa leans forward a little, idly fingering the sorbet spoon, stirring it around as he remarks, "Dun get me wrong..... I'm not lookin' ta make ya into a mortal nemezis, either, cuz yer institution is a good one....." he finally relents a little-- well, at least the kappa showed favor to the flag for which Faruja stood, which had to earn a few good marks for Que, even if the imp wasn't altogether friendly towards Faruja on an individual basis; mayhap the reptilian wasn't wholly irredeemable! He doesn't do it to score with Faruja, but merely to annul the happenstance that a certain Nezumi might try to poison his executives against the empire, because Queegmaa made a remarkably bad impression. Whether the amphibious stooge actually does admire the church is another question entirely, but he can always /claim/ that he spoke highly of Glabados, if Faruja tries to besmirch the attitude of the kappa towards the templars, for if a naval captain of the Gestahlian Empire were to put his word against Faru, and it came to be known that it was just a personal dislike of the rodent and not the institution itself.... well, who would dare accuse the kappa of harboring disdain for Glabados, when it was just a mere enforcer with whom Que took issue? A very convenient backdoor is now available if Faruja tries to 'frame' Queegmaa as some sort of heretical sympathizer! As if to further anchor his authenticity, he takes a bite of his dessert, then chimes in a second time, on the same topic, to reaffirm his 'obvious' inclination towards a faithful approach to life, "Ya know.... my peeps were real devout types, believin' in deities 'n whatnot. Kinda hard to think dat this big shibang is all by chance, so I'll try ta honor their ways 'n guesstimate that dem sendin' someone as senshimental as you is all part of da Great One's plan....." He shrugs. Little insurance policies to back-up his piety aside, Que proceeded, "Somethin' like that. A guy of some notoriety named Fraggo Larsony.... or somethin' thereabouts, has been helpin' a dude named Rohy with his regular mischief; and for your information, Rohy's been causing trouble fer da empire for some time, but he ain't one bit sloppy. We're hopin' to send a rat to catch one..... We may not be able to find Ro, but if you can find Go, then we'll be sittin' pretty."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' At first, Queeg's wit only serves to further steam the rat, but as he begins to speak of his country, the rat's look softens. While not much on pride of self, pride of country still lingers well in his heart. By the time the kappa's done speak of Church and Country, Faruja is mostly smiles. After all, he'd been betrayed by both organizations, even if he loves them still. "Thy people's piety speaks much for their heart. Mayhaps one day they shall come to know of Holy Ajora and Faram." A nod, and a crossing of his chest. At least, the silver-tongued toady has managed to calm the furious rat! "A strange blade to wield, if 'tis true. I would hope for one sharper, but as the Lord wills." The mere name, has Faruja nearly snarling. Squeezing his hand, he shakes his head. "Frego Larson, the bomber. Yes. 'Twould be my honor to assist in the hunt for the vile, dishonorable wretch. Puts my entire people to shame."

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Faruja was oblivious to the fact that Que's people would never come to know of the Holy Faram,, for, they were all but abolished after a few poorly executed stunts by Queegmaa himself, but this is not something he cares to elaborate on, since it only would cause him to shudder in emotional agony, if he dwelt upon it heavily, so instead, the kappa decides to try and shuffle the notion to the back of his mental deck of cards, and move on to more pragmatic ordeals. When the templar speaks of how Frego had dishonorably put his people to shame, Que feels an inward pang, reminding him that the one they are to hunt is probably no less fiendish than himself, but.... the kappa already knew there were folks who probably had it out for him-- his objective was to keep the eye on the prize, and do what it took to get there, even if sometimes that meant capturing fugitives no worse than him, in order to amass more wealth to line his pockets, or the kappa equivalent. When Freya emerged from the doorway, not far off, Queegmaa shook his head, "No assassins needed..... besides, if the empire wants ta take out da threat, then dey'll figure a way on doin' it with their special forces. We dun want Frego dead...." The imp snaps his fingers, "....If Fracko can't speak, or move.... den we can't really have him lead us ta Rohy..... or tell us where da guy is, so all you and Faru's gotta do here is find 'em, and follow 'em for awhile..... Get ta know his routine checkpoints, and his routes. We found some bodies in a forest not far from us, an' we think Rohy kidnapped some of our crew, and some of Frelko's signature ingredients were left behind, so they gotta be working together, again." Since Frego was an independent contractor, it was known he had few true loyalties, but, one of his most common employers was rumored to be none other than Rohy, the rogue ronin-- this was well known to those from the imperial capital, and presumably the Returners, but beyond those from the World of Balance, Rohy was hardly famous.

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "An inn I suppose, but yes, we must review the information before we make any move, lest we embarrass our orders, can't have that now," Freya nodded as she rose from her seat, nodding to the cyborg imp and then to her partner in all this, as it would appear. "You are under orders from your bishop to undertake these matters?" she asked off-handedly to Faruja, as she pushed her chair in and turned to him, apparently addressing him directly and casually since it seemed they were done with the imp. "Might seem a bit odd for us to room together, but I think it might help cut traveling costs if we were to do so, then," she added to Faruja, was she teasing him? Oh my.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As the female nezumi makes her appearance, the Burmecian stands. A brow quirks, the rat's jaw setting briefly. A Royal Dragon Knight. And perhaps a noble at that. With some effort, he manages to look welcoming, though his tail swishes a bit more violently than necessary. Faruja pulls out a chair for Freya. Standing aside, he waits for Freya to sit first, offering a crossing of his chest in Ajoran fashion. "Well met, Dame Crescent. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, at thy service. 'Tis a pleasure to see a countrywoman here." At least, in that, he's being honest. Every now and then, despite himself, he shoots Freya a curious glance. Did the King send her? 'Not used to this sort of work' indeed! Thankfully, he's listening, and offers most of his attention to Que. "Ahh, well. Shadow him, and find his accomplice. Then, an ambush mayhaps? Capture the lot of them, and turn them over to rightful authorities for proper judgement. But tell me more of his associate, and the ones whom hath been so cruelly taken. Are they one to slay hostages? We must know how lightly to tread for fear of their lives."

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Queegmaa knows just shy of nothing about Nezumi, so while Faruja cordially behaves in a formal manner, greeting Freya, who could very well be of aristocratic stock, the kappa doesn't bequeath any more courtesy to the woman than he did Faru.... at least, not intentionally; being that the he-dragoon tried to engage in pleasantries, the lizardly one had verbally chastised him right off the bat, yet, since Freya was doing an expert job at adhering mostly to business, instead of trying to get friendly, it keeps Que's mind focused on his target. Finally, when Faruja asks the big questions, Que rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly, and nervously begins to make an admission, "I..... would not say that you should be partaking in the ambush, since.... our beloved emperor, or rather, his representatives, don't want to regard the lives of its hopeful ally with such thoughtlessness." He tries to think of an optimal way to word what he's about to say, while trying to tone down the nationalistic arrogance that the empire is always known for, "Our Magitek Knights are the most elite of the elite, and even in the World of Ruin, I'd dare say that our prime members could contend with some of the less-experienced Shadow Lords." Which was about as massive as a boast as one could make, while still /trying/ to stay within the realm of feasibility, though, maybe Que was exaggerating on their mettle just a tad. Whatever the case may be, he accommodates both Nezumi further, "They would be equal to, say.... the Sword Saints of the Ivalician world, or, somethin' around that level 'o power." Definitely an exaggeration, if he's putting Mteks on the same level as Cidolfas, about whom Faruja has surely been educated-- on the other hand, Celes was a 'Rune Knight', and so she might've qualified as being roughly on par with Ivalician Rune Knights, who were only a notch below Sword Saints, in caliber. "Ta get ta my point.... we had no less than two Magitek Knights of considerable fame in that troupe, and it was, as far as we know, decimated. What we're dealin' with here is sumfin' a lot worse than your everyday warlord." The maritime beast nods, solemnly, "You two jus' need ta chart what Fragle is up to, and then give yer findings to us as soon as you both think ya notice patterns emergin', at which point we'll get our think-tanks to do a more in-depth exmanination to figure out where he's goin' and what he's doin'. No disrespect intended....", at this juncture, Que actually demonstrates a bit of courtesy and apologetically bows his head. "You guys mebbe gonna be offered a subsqueant commission ta help catch Frego along with a few of our troops.... /after/ we figure out his movements.... but we dun wanna spook Rohy and make him change up his tactics-- and yeah.... if you guys screw it up, it could impact the hostages, so.... don't get found out, capiche?"

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' Freya likewise is silent as she listened to the task set forth to them, nodding her head as she took in various details. "Alright, he is to be alive then--I too am concerned also about those he has kidnapped, perhaps we might need to use stealth in this in some way... hrm," gears are churning in that mouse lady's head, likely--and there are gears to turn, not one to simply be complacent and not ask questions. "Perhaps one of us could act as a distraction while the hostages are seen to, before we confront him?" Freya turned more to Faruja then to ask this, not trying to seem like she is ignoring their employer, but she's already scheming on how to get this done bloodlessly.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "...Warriors of the same skill as 'Thunder God' Cid." Faruja states quietly. For a long moment, the Burmecian merely stares as Queegmaa. Finally, he smiles. "'Twould be a great honor to assist in seeing such skillful, honorable knights freed. Indeed, it would please me greatly to meet them. Thy most benevolent ruler's concern for our well being is most assuredly appreciated. Indeed. No duo of knights could defeat such a foe." Any thoughts of pleasantries are out the window, the rat's face grim now that he's been told the full weight of the operation. "A Temple Knight and.." He pauses, indicating the woman beside him. "A Knight of the Royal Highness are flexible enough methinks." The ratling turns to his fellow knight, nodding to Freya. If nothing else, she's likely to be competent. "The lives of the hostages, and the information to find and rescue them, shall be the highest priority. As for capturing him, I would love nothing more than to see such criminals brought to justice. Agreed, Ser Queegmaa."

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' Que shook his head, and remarked, "Rohy's power is so otherworldly that its source is bein' soug....." he stops himself, as he almost slips, and secretly recognizes that his little blunder could haunt him someday, but, since he didn't say anything more than what was mentioned vocally, his sentiments could be attributed to anything, including alcoholic beverages, which, unbeknownst to Freya and Faruja, the kappa does not actually drink! He shakes his head, "To get my point across, there are forces that would love to ally, or manipulate Rohy, and this should be evident in light of the fact that he managed to capture two nigh-peerless soldiers augmented to the maximum capacity of our empire. The truth is, we wanna apprehend Rohy and figure out what da hell is makin' him so tough, so that dangerous weaponry dun fall inta da wrong hands..... And Bishopess Emerald is fully behind us on dis line of thinkin!" He peers directly at Faruja as he refers to Emerald, but then says no more-- perhance Que's, and the empire's refusal to treat the two Nezumi like expendables was symbolic of their interest at remaining in Glabados' good graces, and.... that of the Nezumi race, in a universal sense? Else.... why would he care what happened to Freya? Maybe the empire wasn't so bad after all, regardless of what some gossipers had let loose? Peering at Freya, Queegmaa grins, "I hope ya ain't thinkin' of leapin' headfirst without some sorta game plan.... Eager, are we?" He chuckles, then pulls out some documents, "Dis is what we got on Frelkro. You both need ta study it and send us some kinda proposal on how ya intend to go about this, so ya don't end up givin' away everyding we've worked hard to compile on Frekol, so far. That should prolly take ya both like a day or so.... then, it'll go through our nerd-department, then.... we'll give you a green light or tell ya that we wanna make some modifications." He takes another bite of his delicacy, "Jus' that y'all are rodent-folks, which is why we're askin' you to help ta begin with. We know about Rohy and Fracko, and you all know about Nuzemi, so we gotta put our heads tagether if we're gonna do dis right, yeah?...."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Siip. Faruja drinks. Perhaps too much at times! The ratling takes a sip to steady himself a bit. Such power in one being...it's a frightening thought in a criminal. Letting the Lady Dragoon hold down the fort, he listens to the pair as he thinks. "Well then, if the Lady Bishop approves..." The rat follows, nodding to Quee. He'll have to keep an eye on his superior. Who knows if she's one of the corrupt ones. At Freya's eagerness, the rat honestly smiles. "'Tis hardly in the heart of any right-thinking nezumi to abide by criminals and dishonor. Yet, a Royal Dragon Knight certainly can temper themselves." Adds the rat, attempting to boost the woman's stature a bit. Freya doesn't come off as immediately dislikable as most Royal Dragon Knights to the Templar, and he'll hardly let his fellow countryrat be chastised by a foreigner. "We shall review this information, and get back to thee swiftly. Ahh...where be thee staying, Lady Freya? Shall we convene tonight over the issue?" Seems the rat's just as eager to get started as Freya!

:'''[[Freya Crescent]] has posed:''' "An inn I suppose, but yes, we must review the information before we make any move, lest we embarrass our orders, can't have that now," Freya nodded as she rose from her seat, nodding to the cyborg imp and then to her partner in all this, as it would appear. "You are under orders from your bishop to undertake these matters?" she asked off-handedly to Faruja, as she pushed her chair in and turned to him, apparently addressing him directly and casually since it seemed they were done with the imp. "Might seem a bit odd for us to room together, but I think it might help cut traveling costs if we were to do so, then," she added to Faruja, was she teasing him? Oh my.

:'''[[Queegmaa]] has posed:''' It was indeed an unsettling thought that a criminal had such monstrosity at his disposal, but then.... what if it fell into the hands of one who was already a certified nightmare to begin with?! Precisely why Rakassa sought it..... so that -she- could become that nightmare, instead of one of her competitors, but then, all the Shadow Lords were probably conspiring against one another to a degree, which was what made them so intelligent, and capable; years compounded on years of literal and metaphorical backstabbing had to have made the order of the Shadow Lords quick-witted and handy enough to maintain those positions of authority, which was precisely why Queegmaa was thus far, resigned to the possibility of being kept forever in check-mate by Rakassa, with his only real purpose in life to serve /her/ ambitions, and expand on her dreams, rather than following his own. This wasn't to say he didn't have the same insidious designs that his master had, but at the present, the one at the helm was /not/ the water demon..... but a human whose diabolic nature exceeded that of her flunkey who'd been /born/ a mephistophelian creature of the supernatural brand. When the suggestion is made that they room together, Que takes the opportunity to become snarky, and cackles, "Hehe.... By next week, I suspect the Nezumi population will number in the thousands, given how prolific vermin tend to be, when in close quarters.... eh? Good luck on dat, you lovebirds!" Certainly, Que would have fun with this little aggregate, since Freya's thoughts had been voiced aloud! With that, Que waves his hand, "Now.... why dun you two find some cozy place to do yer infesting.... I wanna get back to doin' my own thing, here, 'n no offense to either of ya, but I like ta drink alone!" Not exactly true, since he didn't utilize liquor, but, not absolutely false, since he didn't specify what kind of beverages he liked to swallow in solitude-- all that aside, he says it with flawless certainty, for.... truth or lie matters little with Queegmaa, seeing that he can lie as well as the best of Zozoians the world over.....in the World of Balance, specifically, surmising that in some alternate reality, it still existed!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's face flushes lightly, the ratling coughing. "Quite, M'Lady, I merely mean which hotel. Worry naught, I shan't do anything scandalous, upon my honor as a Temple Knight, and as a former soldier of our country. Nor give the appearance of such!" The ratling even bows! Teasing effective. Then, the rat turns to Quee. Finally, his temper breaks. "...I am quite taken, Ser Queegmaa. Strictly professional, I assure thee, no doubt others of my kin are quite suitably seeing our population woes done away with." And with Queegma on the way out? Faruja takes a slow, quiet breath. "Send thy regards to thy Emperor, Ser. Ajora guide thy path." Then, the rat turns to Freya. Smile! He'll take a dragon knight over a rude kappa any day. "Yes, the Lady Bishop Emerald ordered me to see to this matter, though she gave precious little information. Not normally something the Holy Church is tasked with when it is not our priests. Mayhaps...no, no, nevermind." Faruja shuts up before he speculates too much. "A opportunity to do good in the world, no doubt."

Rakassa

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Faruja Senra

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"Thy crime is grave indeed. Even so, 'tis little a nezu...or elf...would not do for love. Mayhap death, given its difficulties with /you/, would be unfitting. 'Twould be shameful to put down a blackmailed madman, when the true criminal yet lurks amongst us."
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|[[Cressidia]]||"Well done, M'Lady. I look forward to meeting you."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Mercy is a virtue even the highest may yet not know. More precious than any gem, and thrice as radiant. That you see so little of thy own worth...anything, dear Maira, and it shall be done!"
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"Hmph. That I must see thy station raised...embellished or not, I must admit 'tis true. Useful indeed, however, I shall have my eye upon thee snake. Whatever power you have over Valos, 'tis not so useful that I would hesitate to slay thee should you become a danger to the Church."
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|[[Ophelia]]||"You are not even /half/ the Inquisitor Sarah is. So too do I know a snake when I see its forked tongue flit! Let us see what you are made of, my /dear/ superior."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
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|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
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|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
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|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Bliivon]]||"Though the others show evidence of innocence, thy crimes are well known! Consorting with Daemons...you are no better than that damned traitor Barnabus, and shall meet the same fate!"
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"So much potential wasted. Oh, Evja, why did you not flee? Damn you! God save thee, I have no desire to see thee as an enemy. But to aid a Heretic? God save thee. I fear we shall cross blades once more."
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Agrias Oaks]]||"How dare thee speak of /honor/! I shan't have my own disparaged by a Heretic! Thy command of the Lord's holy power is a disgrace!"
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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"A thousand deaths would not repay the harm inflicted upon Maira at thy hands. One shall have to suffice."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"Silver tongued serpent! I shall see thee swing from an Inquisitor's gallows! Words of honey shan't calm my wrath when next we meet, murderer!"
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-05-01T22:58:12Z

ChurchMouse: Added agrias, updated angantyr

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"Thy crime is grave indeed. Even so, 'tis little a nezu...or elf...would not do for love. Mayhap death, given its difficulties with /you/, would be unfitting. 'Twould be shameful to put down a blackmailed madman, when the true criminal yet lurks amongst us."
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|[[Cressidia]]||"Well done, M'Lady. I look forward to meeting you."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Mercy is a virtue even the highest may yet not know. More precious than any gem, and thrice as radiant. That you see so little of thy own worth...anything, dear Maira, and it shall be done!"
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"Hmph. That I must see thy station raised...embellished or not, I must admit 'tis true. Useful indeed, however, I shall have my eye upon thee snake. Whatever power you have over Valos, 'tis not so useful that I would hesitate to slay thee should you become a danger to the Church."
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|[[Ophelia]]||"You are not even /half/ the Inquisitor Sarah is. So too do I know a snake when I see its forked tongue flit! Let us see what you are made of, my /dear/ superior."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
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|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
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|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"So much potential wasted. Oh, Evja, why did you not flee? Damn you! God save thee, I have no desire to see thee as an enemy. But to aid a Heretic? God save thee. I fear we shall cross blades once more."
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Agrias Oaks]]||"How dare thee speak of /honor/! I shan't have my own disparaged by a Heretic! Thy command of the Lord's holy power is a disgrace!"
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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"A thousand deaths would not repay the harm inflicted upon Maira at thy hands. One shall have to suffice."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"Silver tongued serpent! I shall see thee swing from an Inquisitor's gallows! Words of honey shan't calm my wrath when next we meet, murderer!"
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-04-01T20:57:09Z

ChurchMouse: Updated morri and evja, added cress

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"Thy crime is grave indeed. Even so, 'tis little a nezu...or elf...would not do for love. Mayhap death, given its difficulties with /you/, would be unfitting. 'Twould be shameful to put down a blackmailed madman, when the true criminal yet lurks amongst us."
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|[[Cressidia]]||"Well done, M'Lady. I look forward to meeting you."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Mercy is a virtue even the highest may yet not know. More precious than any gem, and thrice as radiant. That you see so little of thy own worth...anything, dear Maira, and it shall be done!"
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"Hmph. That I must see thy station raised...embellished or not, I must admit 'tis true. Useful indeed, however, I shall have my eye upon thee snake. Whatever power you have over Valos, 'tis not so useful that I would hesitate to slay thee should you become a danger to the Church."
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|[[Ophelia]]||"You are not even /half/ the Inquisitor Sarah is. So too do I know a snake when I see its forked tongue flit! Let us see what you are made of, my /dear/ superior."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"So much potential wasted. Oh, Evja, why did you not flee? Damn you! God save thee, I have no desire to see thee as an enemy. But to aid a Heretic? God save thee. I fear we shall cross blades once more."
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"Silver tongued serpent! I shall see thee swing from an Inquisitor's gallows! Words of honey shan't calm my wrath when next we meet, murderer!"
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-04-01T20:12:38Z

ChurchMouse: updated valos

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"Thy crime is grave indeed. Even so, 'tis little a nezu...or elf...would not do for love. Mayhap death, given its difficulties with /you/, would be unfitting. 'Twould be shameful to put down a blackmailed madman, when the true criminal yet lurks amongst us."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Mercy is a virtue even the highest may yet not know. More precious than any gem, and thrice as radiant. That you see so little of thy own worth...anything, dear Maira, and it shall be done!"
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"A snake in finery if I am any judge. 'Twould do me much contentment to see this snake upon the end of a pike. Beware, oh sorceress, for the Lord's eyes shall be upon thee."
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|[[Ophelia]]||"You are not even /half/ the Inquisitor Sarah is. So too do I know a snake when I see its forked tongue flit! Let us see what you are made of, my /dear/ superior."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
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|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
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|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"In you, I saw the single light of hope that amongst the pack of cowards known as the Judges of your Ivalice, there was one SINGLE person whom had the strength of will and character to do what must be done for a comrade. In this, it seems, I was wrong. Whatever one may say of Judges of Arcadia...at least they are not so cowardly. It seems, however, there /is/ more to you. Let us pry the story from the rabbit's mouth."
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"Silver tongued serpent! I shall see thee swing from an Inquisitor's gallows! Words of honey shan't calm my wrath when next we meet, murderer!"
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-03-25T20:57:09Z

ChurchMouse: Added artyom , katey and opehlia

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Artyom Valodjn]]||"YOU!? Well, at least you are competent. Better honesty in your dealing than a slithering serpent."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"A noble working for the Church. Greater ironies have crossed my ears rarely. Yet, thy...unique outlook is useful enough. Mayhap you shall be an asset after all."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Katey Fray]]||"Faram be praised, that he would spare you! Oh, Katey, you are as kin! That you still draw breath gives me hope, and your skills...however eccentric, shall be invaluable! For Lord and country, my dear!"
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Mercy is a virtue even the highest may yet not know. More precious than any gem, and thrice as radiant. That you see so little of thy own worth...anything, dear Maira, and it shall be done!"
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"A snake in finery if I am any judge. 'Twould do me much contentment to see this snake upon the end of a pike. Beware, oh sorceress, for the Lord's eyes shall be upon thee."
|-
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|[[Ophelia]]||"You are not even /half/ the Inquisitor Sarah is. So too do I know a snake when I see its forked tongue flit! Let us see what you are made of, my /dear/ superior."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"In you, I saw the single light of hope that amongst the pack of cowards known as the Judges of your Ivalice, there was one SINGLE person whom had the strength of will and character to do what must be done for a comrade. In this, it seems, I was wrong. Whatever one may say of Judges of Arcadia...at least they are not so cowardly. It seems, however, there /is/ more to you. Let us pry the story from the rabbit's mouth."
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"Silver tongued serpent! I shall see thee swing from an Inquisitor's gallows! Words of honey shan't calm my wrath when next we meet, murderer!"
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Conversations and Carrots

2013-03-18T18:30:11Z

ChurchMouse: Log go!

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/03/13
|Location=Archades
|Synopsis=Faruja follows Evja to Archades, seeking answers to recent rumors.
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Evja
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' It... really wasn't all that hard to track down a certain Judge. Mostly because they didn't go out of their way to try and hide the obvious. If someone wanted to track them down - they would, one way or another. They had been reported going out into the desert, and another had mentioned they had seen her hop onto a flight towards Archades. Which was pointedly strange considering Viera do /not/ go towards Archades. Since, really, all Viera hate the way it makes them feel. Magical energy being forced into doing things with magicite and whatnot. Evja, however? Didn't care. It bothered him a little, but a city where he could truly relax, a single place in the /entire world/ where there was almost no chance of another Viera coming? It was really the safest place in this World of Ruin to the Viera. Enough so that he could easily be seen from the airship port sitting atop of a buildings steeple, staring off into the distance at all of the airships and air traffic going here and there. The Judge had a cloak on but no veil or any type of headwear, idly chewing on a big fat Archadian carrot with a pack of some kind of beverage there with him.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Maira's words linger in the rat's mind as he made the trip over to Archades, one of the possible places the Judge had last been seen. The desert of course, was right out. No one could reasonably scour a desert. So, he instead takes the route of the city. One that he absolutely loathes, thanks to the policies and general attitude of the humans there. Nobility, and anti-demihuman sentiments combined with utter arrogance in many has the ratling wanting to see the place burnt to the ground. The thought is swiftly quashed as he arrives on wyvern-back. No. No one deserved to see their homes lost, even people such as these. Blink. Indeed, Faruja made note of the figure upon the steeple almost as soon as he landed. "...Could it be?" he mutters, before setting about actually getting there. This might take a while. Several minutes later, and Faruja has already had enough of this city. Getting directions for the most part was an exercise in frustration. He'd almost punched one rather rude tavern goer for telling him to crawl back into the sewers. Leaping up onto the roof of the building containing the steeple, the Burmecian calls up. "Hardly the first place one would expect to find a Viera. May I join thee, Lady Adjudicator?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Suddenly, a rat. One present when the Viera wasn't dressed to receive any company. That being wasn't dressed in drag or with veil. In fact... Evja was actually wearing a males clothing for a change, that being a loose pair of pants and shirt and not much else. But didn't he already know? Or... well, he still said Lady, so maybe not. "Only if you promise not to look at me. I ... here, where none know me, I do not feel so strange going around dressed less proper. But those who know me elsewhere..." Evja lapsed into the feminine tone that 'she' always kept when around others from the outside world, and for that matter, from any world and place except Archades. A place where Viera do not go.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Luckily for Evja, the rat hadn't gotten the gender memo, thanks to being far too polite when it came to healing. Indeed, he let Hati deal with the whole 'change clothes and general bandaging' of the bunny-knight. A leap, a turn, and the rat lands at the edge of the roof, just below the steeple. Looking away as bidden, he shakes his head. "My deepest apologies." There's a hint of confusion in his voice. What did she mean by dressed less proper? Ignoring it for now, he gets to the point. "M'Lady, I have heard...rumors. Disturbing ones. Mayhap you would enlighten me to the truth of them?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' A simple snort came from Evja at that. "Believe what you will. Everyone else does anyways. Is that why you came here? Why you... seemingly followed me to my haven?" A pity if his haven was about to be disrupted in this fashion. No longer a haven, someplace the Viera could go without worry of being disturbed. A single place in the entire world he could feel open and not scared of conflict with other Viera. The sound of a carrot being bitten into travels towards Faruja's ears.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "'Tis difficult, knowing naught but second hand information. I had thought to give thee a chance to speak, to tell thy truth. However, 'tis your decision." His head tilts, the ratling shaking his head. "...I would like to think that myself and my companions did not waste our time saving you, Evja. 'Tis not my intent to violate any sanctuary of yours. You have shown bravery in the past. 'Tis...were it not from the mouths of those whom I have fought beside, I would scarecly believe it." At least, until the rabbit simply abandoned Hati. A frown graces his muzzle at the memory.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "If you want to know the truth, then ask questions. So far you have done nothing but state truths that you have heard rumors. If you want a rumor dispelled, then tell me what it is that bothers you so much." The carrot gets finished and Evja flicks the tuft of the carrot a distance and into a pit which goes down into some place far below. "Though I should say if you doubt me so much, you likely will not believe me or care what I have to say anyways."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja nearly snarls at the bunny's response, clenching a clawed hand. "Did you truly strike a deal with Hades, and attempt to slay Ser Alexander?" The rat finally asks, ear perked. "If so, why? For what?" Further questions the Burmecian, even as he pulls out a flask, swigging. "Perhaps so, perhaps not. It all depends upon thy answers, Evja."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' 'Sir Alexander', that makes Evja snort a bit. Even if Evja had no desire to kill the man, he wasn't the brightest fellow, throwing himself in front of the Viera who was saying 'Please don't do this' and screaming KILL ME NOW. Which is mostly why Evja has slowly grown to have almost no pity for the fellow, and in fact is quite irate with him. "The day after we first met I spoke to Hades, after you had spoken to me of the world fragments, and of Hades and his tournament. I guaranteed myself entry into the tournament, and later he would get a single lawful favor from me in exchange. It was... only the other night he informed me that his favor would be killing a man under divine order. It was... not something I wished to do, and still do not wish to. However... my hands are tied, no matter how much others treat me as if I am doing it of my own volition or desire."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja sighs, rubbing his forehead. His tail slackens as he peers down at the city and its people, frown etched on his muzzle. "Then you did it for the Shard." Faruja finishes, ears folding back. Would he have done the same, in Evja's shoes? The rat doesn't know. "Then you are ensorcelled. By the hand of this Hades, or by another? Is there a way for this curse to be broken? A deal should be made in good faith, not to thrust a crime upon the recipient." Whatever he may think of the Judge, he hasn't pegged the viera for a murderer, given her own recent actions.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "I did it to guarantee the best chance the shard would go to someone who had intentions to restore the world. As I knew none others whom I could trust in the tournament... I had to win it myself. Though you have idiots like the Twilight Detective Agency who are convinced I am a horrible fiend, a liar, someone doing it just to be a hero. Or that I wanted it for myself. Or that I have been secretly plotting for Hades all along, regardless of them having been told the truth." Strong words, though Evja does seem quite angry on it. "Something else forces me to obey the bargain... if it was just Hades contract, I would have disobeyed it already no matter the consequences. Someone is... working on it though."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja finds himself nodding. He can't help but feel the plan's workable enough, if one doesn't realize the sort of being Hades is; and made before the tournament began? More and more, it sounds like the bunny's intention's were pure enough. After a moment, he speaks. "To thy credit, never once have you utter an untruth in my presence." Admits the rat. Siiip. Frown. His tail flicks. "Hands tied indeed." The rat waves his hand dismissively. "'Tis enough, M'Lady. I believe you for now. Then you intend to remove thyself from this deal. Good. Penance comes to those whom seek it." Slowly standing, the rat nods out to empty space. "Should my assistance be necessary, merely ask it. None deserve to be used so." A pause, and once more the rat speaks. "Hati is safe now."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "Pennance... is for those that have done wrong. To be forced into doing something like this, against ones will, is not wrong and never shall be. Just as I would never hold another accountable were they in my situation, I will not seek forgiveness as I do not expect others to do such to me. Even if... I know they shall. I do not feel sorry or apologetic for it." A pause. Not to mention she was still irate at Mercade for what happened. Though news of Hati being safe got a nod. "I do hope you did not simply run some poor soul through without trying to find some other means first? You and she claimed them undead, but... all life is precious, even if unnatural. To slay it without other options tried..."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja tilts his head. "...Mmm. Difficult to say." Mutters the rat, mulling over the issue. He seems conflicted, and eventually just flicks his tail dismissively, no insights forthcoming. A light snarl rips forth from the Templar's muzzle. "Do you not think I did not try every single curative and spell I knew? 'Twas a sympathetic curse, Evja. They only shatter through the death of the caster. No. That /abomination/ was not precious. Naught but a life-eating shell of what was once a person. Even the very bones were..." He shudders, memory of the fight clear in his mind. "There are beings that are indeed precious. Yet, so too are there creatures that are anathema to life, Evja. Such as the one whom cursed her." One final shudder, and the rat flexes his legs. "...A knight does not abandon his comrades. The neutrality that your order preaches, M'Lady, shall lead to naught but entropy and decay. 'Tis self destructive and slothful. These are times for deeds and strength. You have great strength, of arms and will. Do not squander it! The worlds have need of it, Evja." With that, he leaps down, leaving the viera to silence.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." WHACK Even if a good distance away, Evja had a good arm as was normal for one who threw spears. He got whacked atop the head with the tuft of a carrot, a bit of carrot still attached to it. "Pious fool. It is not being a Judge that stays my hand on killing... it is my own choice. Perhaps if their sorrows or pains could have been comforted, they would have passed on and the curse broken." That was more a mumble on Evja's part, though who knows if Faruja could have heard it.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Evja doesn't get an answer. Instead, there's a whack of carrot stub to head. It's accurate, and with just enough force to throw off his landing. A crash, a cat meowling, and Templar Faruja Senra winds up neatly in one of Arcadia's dumpsters. Should anyone look? There's a carrot stub on top of his head. Ow.

Faruja Senra

2013-03-13T22:37:12Z

ChurchMouse: Updated maira and evja

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"A noble working for the Church. Greater ironies have crossed my ears rarely. Yet, thy...unique outlook is useful enough. Mayhap you shall be an asset after all."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Mercy is a virtue even the highest may yet not know. More precious than any gem, and thrice as radiant. That you see so little of thy own worth...anything, dear Maira, and it shall be done!"
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"A snake in finery if I am any judge. 'Twould do me much contentment to see this snake upon the end of a pike. Beware, oh sorceress, for the Lord's eyes shall be upon thee."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
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|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
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|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
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|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
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==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
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==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"In you, I saw the single light of hope that amongst the pack of cowards known as the Judges of your Ivalice, there was one SINGLE person whom had the strength of will and character to do what must be done for a comrade. In this, it seems, I was wrong. Whatever one may say of Judges of Arcadia...at least they are not so cowardly. It seems, however, there /is/ more to you. Let us pry the story from the rabbit's mouth."
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
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==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
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==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"Silver tongued serpent! I shall see thee swing from an Inquisitor's gallows! Words of honey shan't calm my wrath when next we meet, murderer!"
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

= Logs =
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Faruja Senra

2013-03-11T20:18:48Z

ChurchMouse: really adding ramza this time

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"A noble working for the Church. Greater ironies have crossed my ears rarely. Yet, thy...unique outlook is useful enough. Mayhap you shall be an asset after all."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"A snake in finery if I am any judge. 'Twould do me much contentment to see this snake upon the end of a pike. Beware, oh sorceress, for the Lord's eyes shall be upon thee."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
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|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
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|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
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|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"In you, I saw the single light of hope that amongst the pack of cowards known as the Judges of your Ivalice, there was one SINGLE person whom had the strength of will and character to do what must be done for a comrade. In this, it seems, I was wrong. Whatever one may say of Judges of Arcadia...at least they are not so cowardly."
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Ramza Beoulve]]||"Silver tongued serpent! I shall see thee swing from an Inquisitor's gallows! Words of honey shan't calm my wrath when next we meet, murderer!"
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-03-11T20:15:56Z

ChurchMouse: updated avira and evja, added ramza

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"You, my dear, are in need of a tail beating! What troublesome friends I make! Damnit! At least, in you, I see guilt and all of those things that mean remorse. Time heals all, but for the love of Faram learn from this!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"A noble working for the Church. Greater ironies have crossed my ears rarely. Yet, thy...unique outlook is useful enough. Mayhap you shall be an asset after all."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"A snake in finery if I am any judge. 'Twould do me much contentment to see this snake upon the end of a pike. Beware, oh sorceress, for the Lord's eyes shall be upon thee."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
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|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
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|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
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|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
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==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
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==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"In you, I saw the single light of hope that amongst the pack of cowards known as the Judges of your Ivalice, there was one SINGLE person whom had the strength of will and character to do what must be done for a comrade. In this, it seems, I was wrong. Whatever one may say of Judges of Arcadia...at least they are not so cowardly."
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
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==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
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==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
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=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-03-05T16:09:36Z

ChurchMouse: updated valos, added morri

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Count Valos]]||"A noble working for the Church. Greater ironies have crossed my ears rarely. Yet, thy...unique outlook is useful enough. Mayhap you shall be an asset after all."
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
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|[[Morrighan Alazne]]||"A snake in finery if I am any judge. 'Twould do me much contentment to see this snake upon the end of a pike. Beware, oh sorceress, for the Lord's eyes shall be upon thee."
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|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-02-28T00:34:27Z

ChurchMouse: updated perci as well

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[[Percival]]||"My apologies, dear Squire. That I missed the signs...nay, we all did. This bears investigation. Let us work our way towards the truth. Thy assistance shall prove invaluable."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[????]]||"Many are my doubts regarding this course of action...mayhap within such madness lies the divine radiance of the Lord's Truth? Whatever the case, orders /are/ orders..."
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
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|[[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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|}

==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
|-
|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-02-21T23:43:52Z

ChurchMouse: Updated hati!

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
|-
|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
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|[[Hati]]||"Doth the fallen angel lead the noble soul to damnation, or doth the soul raise up the fallen one? Oh, Lord in Heaven, grant me the strength and wisdom to always see the truth, the righteous path, that I may be a shepard to this darkened soul in all things. For she is good, beneath the soot of Darkness laid upon her, and worthy of thy love and forgiveness. May my own be as a shining beacon to guide her, and my arm filled with thy unending power to catch her should she stumble. Protect her, oh Lord, for there are few more precious."
|-
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
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|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
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|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-02-14T17:30:24Z

ChurchMouse: Updated Hati and Zia

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"...Truly, I /must/ avoid fire more oft, hmm? Ahh, well. 'Tis excuse to see thee. I know naught what this feeling foretells. However, your presence is both exciting and comforting. Thank you. There is no more blessed a Burmecian this Valentine's day."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
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|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"I pray my gifts are to thy liking! A touch odd, mayhap...Arista insisted. You deserve it."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

2013-02-13T17:53:39Z

ChurchMouse: added royce, updated zia

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Hati]]||"Mayhap 'twas naught more than a Mark to you, dear Hati. The enormity of what you have assisted in cannot be put into words. Bravery of a knight, the mind of a strategist, and the fierceness of thy wolven roots. What are these flames that lick at my heart when I think of you?"
|-
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
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|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"...Ahh, and thus now I know the clawing cold of rejection. Yet, my heart still burns. Curse my weakness. Covetous love shan't honor thee, Zia! Lord help me..."
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
|-
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
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|[[Royce]]||"...Never before have I encounter an opponent more frightful. The Lord granted me my life. I shan't waste this opportunity. When next we meet, oh defiler of the dead..."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

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ChurchMouse: adding LH's art to faru's wiki! All the <3 to our good staffer :D

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|image=Farujafkmushbylionheart.jpg
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
|-
|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
|-
|[[Hati]]||"Mayhap 'twas naught more than a Mark to you, dear Hati. The enormity of what you have assisted in cannot be put into words. Bravery of a knight, the mind of a strategist, and the fierceness of thy wolven roots. What are these flames that lick at my heart when I think of you?"
|-
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"...Purple matches your eyes. Merely...merely a token of friendship! Cannot have you going indecent! 'Tis all. Truly!"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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|}

==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
|-
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

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Faruja Senra

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|-
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
|-
|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
|-
|[[Hati]]||"Mayhap 'twas naught more than a Mark to you, dear Hati. The enormity of what you have assisted in cannot be put into words. Bravery of a knight, the mind of a strategist, and the fierceness of thy wolven roots. What are these flames that lick at my heart when I think of you?"
|-
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"...Purple matches your eyes. Merely...merely a token of friendship! Cannot have you going indecent! 'Tis all. Truly!"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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|}

==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
|-
|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
|-
|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
|-
|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
|-
|-
|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
|-
|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
|-
|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

Hobbies: Faruja is generally attracted to anything denied to him as a commoner: artwork, poetry, plays, literature. One notable exception, however, is clothing: when not dressed in clothes marking his station, he usually wears tasteful, yet not gaudy clothing. Simple collared/ruffled shirts and suits are more common on him than, say, colorful jewelry and clothing. He's also something of a bar fly, his connections with the Inquisition, sharp ears, and love for drink making it a profitable one.

= Logs =
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Faruja Senra

2013-02-06T22:11:04Z

ChurchMouse: updated hati

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
|-
|[[Hati]]||"Mayhap 'twas naught more than a Mark to you, dear Hati. The enormity of what you have assisted in cannot be put into words. Bravery of a knight, the mind of a strategist, and the fierceness of thy wolven roots. What are these flames that lick at my heart when I think of you?"
|-
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"...Purple matches your eyes. Merely...merely a token of friendship! Cannot have you going indecent! 'Tis all. Truly!"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
|-
|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
|-
|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
|-
|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
|-
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

= Logs =
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= Cutscenes =
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Faruja Senra

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"...When next we meet, Ser Galvan, I shall beat you senseless."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"...Purple matches your eyes. Merely...merely a token of friendship! Cannot have you going indecent! 'Tis all. Truly!"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"...Knave. To toy with my heart for mere coin. I shall remember this when I find thy body bleeding out its life."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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|}

==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
|-
|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
|-
|-
|[[Hati]]||"Shall I ever do naught but hurt you? Oh Lord, grant me the wisdom and strength to find the salve to lay upon this woman's soul!"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
|-
|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
|-
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
|-
|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
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|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

All That Glitters to Dragons is Gold

2013-02-04T22:14:26Z

ChurchMouse: Draaaagon!

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/02/04
|Location=Fluorgis - Shard Seekers HQ
|Synopsis=Priel and Faruja discuss a certain letter over breakfast...
|Thanks=Priel, for being the greedy dragon and awesome player we all love!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Priel Aylin
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' It's early morning in the Shard Seeker's Garden. Faruja, kneeling before a small shrine in morning prayers, seems utterly oblivious to the world around him. On the table outside a ways away, he has a teapot and several teacups with all the fixings; typical morning wake-up juice for the Burmecian. He's not a coffee fan after all. "Lord bless all who reside here, that they might find peace and safety within these walls."

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' Unlike the other day, Priel had a bit more sense to get at least halfway properly dressed this morning. Though not set to go out just yet, so she just had on the black dress she wore under her scarlet hued fur coat, and her feet were bare as she worked in the kitchen, making breakfast. It was almost like some sort of silent agreement now that Priel was the resident cook. Without even being asked or asking herself, she just went ahead and made food for everyone. At least when she was around anyway. "Hmhmhmmm~" The redhead hummed to herself as she worked. The smell of freshly made breakfast likely was wafting out into the garden right about now...

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Sniff sniff. Faruja's nose wiggles as Priel's cooking fills the garden with smells. So. Delicious. His stomach growls, and slowly, the Templar rises. At least the making of food, as the rat enters the kitchen, has him somewhat less likely to hate at the poor dragon-lady. A small nod is given. "Good morn, Lady Aylin. Mmm, what a delicious aroma." She's good at what she does, he'll give her that. "Need you any assistance this morn?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Glancing over her, he finds himself sighing in relief. It's a nice dress, and /not/ a nightshirt. No embarrassment for him today.

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' "Oh. Good morning, Sir Rat. Back from praying to your gods~?" Priel asked, glancing aside slightly and smirking in amusement. She likely would have said much worse, but morning was truce time. She was hungry anyway. "Hmn, no no..." She shook her head at his offer of assistance in the meantime, turning back to her cooking. "I'm just about done." And she was. With everything ready, she took two plates, placing scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and some lightly toasted bread to the side of both before heading to the table and sitting down. One of the plates was slid over to Faruja while she kept the other, immediately beginning to eat without saying any sort of grace or anything. There WAS something she had wanted to ask him, but...food first, food first...

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "There is only one...oh, nevermind!" Grrr! Faruja snorts, his eye narrowing briefly. There wasn't much point in getting into an argument. Plus, it's waaay too darn early. No need to irritate the cook. Who knows what she'd do to his food! Watching quietly as she works, he licks his muzzle. Now /that/ is a spread. Tail flicking about, occasionally brushing an ankle accidentally, he takes the plate. "My thanks, M'Lady." Somehow, he hadn't expected grace from her. Sitting down, he folds his arms. "Thank thee, oh Lord, for giving us this bounty. Guard the righteous." Pause. "And those who have not yet felt your touch." With that, he begins eating. Nom. Polite and proper, he even uses the right fork. Awkward silence fills the air. Whether he likes her or not, she's still an ally (sort of). Yet he can't seem to find the words to get the dragoness to open up. "I trust naught has befallen you with the troubles in this city?" he finally comes up with, glancing her over for any injuries.

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' Was that last part of his grace directed at her? She was pretty sure it was, and just kept on eating, rolling her eyes in the meanwhile. "...Felt his touch, hmm~? I had no idea your gods were so scandelous. Do they touch /everyone/~?" ...Right then. Her chuckles filled the air as she occasionally ate inbetween. But he was right though. It was...hard to get her to open up. If that was even possible. She just came and went as she pleased and only barely seemed to make herself a part of this group. Upon Faruja's next question, Priel lazily turned her gaze back to him, tail flicking about below meanwhile. "Trouble? Of course not. I haven't been here for most of it after all." And a smile is given after that statement. It was true after all; most of these major shenanigans, she either wasn't present for, or simply exerted little effort to actually assist in. ...Suppose that is one way to stay out of trouble.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Up tilts the rat's muzzle, painfully slowly as he notes the rolled eyes. What does a Temple Knight do in the face of such horrible Heresy? Stasis Sword? Straight up stabbing the offender? All too good for Priel. He reaches back for something familiar to any Squire who's spent time in a barracks. Actions--> Basics --> Throw Sausage. Right at the nose. Nom! Faruja eats ravenously, each giggle making him clench his teeth and his tail lash. Must ignore urge to strangle! "Somehow that does not surprise me. Mmm. A shame, the creatures do drop Munny after all. I did not take you as one to lose out on coin." The Knight taunts back. "Or are you merely too afraid?"

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' Counter! The sausage is caught. "My, my, my...you know it's a shame to waste food." Priel chided mockingly, waving the sausage at him before eating it in a single bite. "And here I thought only children threw food. You've impressed me yet again~" That probably wasn't a good kind of impressed, knowing her. His taunts don't have their intended effect however, only causing the dragoness to giggle even more. "Lose out on coin? Of course not." She grinned then, casually waving her fork at the knight. "Why would I waste my time whacking monsters and heartless when I can make so much more munny doing...more profitable things?" ...Of course Priel. But hey, she never did seem to be at want for funds. Never mind the fact that she didn't pool hers with the rest of the group's. If she did, they likely wouldn't have to worry about that sort of thing for a long while. But no way. Her munny was hers and no one elses~ "Ah, look here. The rat makes more childish jabs. My respect for you is plummeting~" Wait, she had respect for him...? Probably not.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Glare! "Next time you mock my faith, then, M'Lady I shall be sure to use something more substantial." /That/ taunt works, as the Burmecian snarls at the dragoness. Snort! His head tilts, however. "And what, if I may, are those? Please, do tell this humble knight of how our efforts our wasted, what we should turn our efforts to, hmm oh high and brilliant Lady Aylin?" Respect? Fah. Like she has respect for any of them at all. Maybe except for Ivo. "...What drive you to remain here? Want of a home? Safety? Certainly not for my own charming company." The rat finally asks outright. Not that he thinks he'll get an honest answer.

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' "Ohhh reaaaaallly~?" Priel asked, eyes narrowing as she smirked at his anger. Nope. Not threatened still. She shrugs afterwards before resuming her meal. Better finish before it gets cold after all. After a couple bites, she begins to speak again. "Now, now...why would I tell you something like that?" She asked, wagging a finger admonishingly. "That's. A. Secret~" Nope. He wasn't going to hear anything from her in any case. "But never mind all of that. There's something I wanted to ask you..." Completely brushing off his last question about why she was even in this group, the redhead reached behind herself, smirk widening. "...You see, some time ago, I found an intereeeeeesting letter..."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Claws dig into the table, and Faruja chomps down on some bacon particularly hard. The Burmecian sighs after swallowing. "Which reminds me, I do believe I owe you a duel as it stands." No, the Burmecian hasn't forgotten about their interrupted fight. Muzzle opening, the rat looks ready to admonish the dragoness, before shutting it. Tipping his snout, he 'hmph's' quietly. "...Ser Galvan, were I to guess. Mayhap I shall ask him. Nay, I am hardly one to chide for possessing secrets. By all means, keep them." A hand is generally swished in her direction. Pause. "However, should it be needed, my ears are yours. However dubious, you are a Shard Seeker." Enjoy your love-dovey togetherness bit today, Priel. Clink! The rat drops his fork. Slowly, red makes its way into his fur, staring at Priel worldlessly. His tail doesn't even move, aside to tuck between his legs. "...H...have you?" All of his confidence shatters at the mention of a letter. How pathetic. "What...may I ask its contents?"

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' "Ehehehe~" Priel giggled at Faruja's complete 180. "What's wrong, Sir Rat? Weren't you saying something about a duel~?" Not that she'd actually give him the satisfaction of obliging him. But that wasn't the point right now. "Oh the contents were veeeeeery interesting~" She spoke in a singsong tone, tail waving about in accordance to her amusement. And then she began to recite passages from the letter. "You have captured my heart with your beauty from first sight." Another giggle escaped from her before she recited another. "There is a fire in your soul..." Her grin widened even more then as she topped it off with one more. "Your strength and will, though you may think otherwise, is that of a caring, motivated woman..." Pause to observe Faruja's look of horror. "Oh and does this look familiar to you~?" She produced a familiar pendant from behind her, danging it loosely for the knight to see.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Shiver. Shiver shiver. The knight actually starts to tremble as Priel reads off its contents. Damnit. Damnit! "...Where did you find the letter?" he finally asks after a long, drawn out silence. Indeed, as much as he tries to hide it, he looks utterly horrified at the knowledge that /Priel/ has his letter. Though it may not come across like that! That tail of his practically strangles the chair, food untouched. She has the pendant. Faruja stands up. "...Fine. Yes. Yes it does. What of it?"

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' "Why do you look so bothered now?" Priel asked, tucking the pendant away again into her dress. Probably before Faruja thought about making some sort of attempt to get it. The letter itself seemed to be absent at the moment. Then again, she DID memorize the contents. "As for where I found it...It was simply on my bed." And for once she was telling the truth. "I returned here after some absence and this letter was on my bed." Another giggle escaped from her at that. "...I would say that I'm flattered that you feel this way, buuuuut...I'm not interested in you~" Now really, Priel figured that this was meant for someone else. But damn if it wasn't entertaining though!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Both hands slam into the table, the ratling glaring as his fire returns. "So...that explains everything. I suppose I should be thanking y..." Wait. Hold up. A clawed finger is pointed to Priel, them himself. A long, slow shudder runs through him. He looks /more/ horrified. "Nor was it meant for you." Faruja returns, an edge coming to his voice. It softens swiftly however. "...Nay, that is too harsh. Whatever your flaws, I shall not be so cold to you. You are an attractive woman." Pause. Peer. "...Tail." Really, she /is/ attractive. "However, surely you well know your ways do not interest me, and no doubt mine holds no sway over your own. I will say this, however. You are at least not a traitor, and for that, I would count you amongst my friends. On good days. When I am feeling generous." He throws up his hands. "Please, return the letter and pendant. I must let her know how I feel." Comes the rat's honest demand.

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' "Oh please." She replied, waving a hand dismissively. "I already knew that. Why in the world would you confess something so stupid to /me/ of all people?" Priel chuckled a bit more good naturedly and then sighed afterward, shaking her head. "Don't waste your time now. You know you don't think that." Having that that, Priel reached into her dress, producing the pendant again, holding it up and staring at it for a little while longer. "..I'm curious though...the names in the letter were blotted out from water damage. Who exactly was it?" A thoughtful look came across her face as she tapping her cheek with a finger. "Hmmn...I know it can't be anyone in the group. All the other girls are in that idiot's harem. ...So it must have been one of the guests we've had!" The redhead trailed off there, thinking for a bit longer and running through the gallery of people she knew in her head. ...But she came up short. There was just no one she could think of that would immediately be the recipient. The pendant was telling though. The features were similar to her own, but it still wasn't meant for her. So then someone else. Only one other person came to mind then. "...That white skinned one. Yes~?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The rat shrugs. "As you wish." Oh well, the offer was made. His tail sways lightly now as he finishes off his half-cold breakfast. The pendant. At least she's seemingly kept it in good repair. Arms are crossed as she asks and thinks, looking away as that blush remains. "Figure it out yourself." Comes the rat's words, somewhat crossly. As though he'd admit his lover's name to such a deplorable, lazy, useless woman as this! Hmph! Priel would be able to see herself digging closer to the truth, as his face slowly grows less confident. Finally, shock. She had it. The dragon may as well have smacked him in the head, from the way her words hit him. Another snarl is given in her direction, and his tail lashes about. "...Was it truly so obvious? Fah." Sigh. Faruja slumps a bit, head in his arms. "She is so exotic, Priel. Brave...even if she realizes it not. And so very kind when one coaxes her out of that shell of hers. Her spirit makes my heart like to burst with love!" He finally admits. Even if it's to the one amongst them he can't stand the most, it feels good to openly discuss his feelings.

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' "Ugh...!" Priel couldn't help but wince in disgust at Faruja's open admittance. "You really /are/ in love. Talking all sappy and lovesick like that. It's revolting. Ergh!" Another shudder to shake off the feeling and then smiled. "How nice for you. Hooooowever~" She wagged a finger at that, apparently having something further to add. "I just can't let this flie out of my grasp so freely now~" A predatory grin came across the dragoness' face then as she clasped a hand around the pendant. "I want 5000 Munny for the return of your precious letter and pendant. You can do that, riiiiiight~?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Somehow, Priel's open disgust manages to put a grin on Faruja's face. His head tilts, the Burmecian laughing. "My, my, my, I had not thought the dear Lady Priel so adverse to matters of the heart! Mayhap the Lady doth protest too much. I shall be certain to rent you a nice church so that thy marriage goes flawlessly. Oh, and to see you in a wedding dress would be /magnificent/." The rat teases in return. Could Priel be looking for love here? ...Nah! His teasing turns to a frown at the 'however'. As she names her price, it turns to a scowl. "You...are going to extort a Templar." Eye narrowing, he peers at her like she's lost her mind. Finally, though, he just sighs. "Mayhap there is bravery in you yet, Priel Aylin. So /this/ is what you do, hmm? Take advantage of others for your own personal gain? One moment." Standing, the rat leaves, down to the male's hall. After a few minutes, he'll return, and deposits a coinpurse. "There. My cut from the last few missions, I shall have you know. Now, return the pendant." His claws once again marr the table. That /wench/! "Why do I suspect this shall not at all harm thy slumber?"

:'''[[Priel Aylin]] has posed:''' "Me? Wedding dress? Marriage? Hah!" Priel scoffed at the very notion. The day she got married would be the day Maleficent renounced her evil ways and took up the banner of good. Which meant that it would never happen. Ever. In the history of ever. Her smile returned after, watching as Faruja left to collect the payment. "Good boy~" The dragoness cooed, fluttering a hand in farewell as the knight left temporarily. There was not a single ounce of pity or regret to be seen anywhere on her person. Once Faruja returned with the pay, Priel's eyes lit up like a child in a candy shop. That was a lot of munny. It would definitely make up for that lost car in any case. "Excellent, excellent. Much obliged, Sir Rat~" The redhead gleefully stood up then, her tail arcing around and grasping the purse, which she then took in her hand. "You can have this then." She then tossed the pendant over to him, not too rough now. He should be able to catch it if his knightly reflexes were anything to write home about. "And now for the letter. Be back in a bit~" And with that said, Priel sauntered her way out, tail waving at Faruja in farewell, as she hadn't turned back to do so. Disappearing down the female hall, it took a couple minutes before she returned, letter in hand. It was neatly placed back into it's envelope, which she then put down onto the table. "Here you go. Nice doing business with you~" No, she was not going to lose sleep over this. In fact, she might even sleep better!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' No pity, no regret. "...The concept of shame is foreign to you!" he yells back as he's going down the hall. She could at least have the courtesy to fake it! Such greed. It's everything the Burmecian hates. His hand rises, and even pulls back...he stops himself, then flumps back into the chair. Oh, he wants to punch her jaw off. But it won't get him the letter. Visibly shaking in rage, he levels a death glare at her. "...I shall pray that it is the last time." Comes his response, the ratling taking it up and tucking it into his robes. Turning, he starts to walk away towards the male dorms. Glancing back once more, he shakes his head. "Coin does not warm graves. Only the well wishes of one's surviving friends." With that, he moves on, snarling all the way.

Dive Into The Heart: Deelel

2013-02-02T15:41:16Z

ChurchMouse: log go~

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/02/01
|Location=Dreamscape
|Synopsis=A few downcycles for Deelel turns into something far greater...
|Cast of Characters=Deelel, Faruja Senra
|Tinyplot=Proof of a Strong Heart
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The fuzzy, disoriented feeling of a person rising from slumber enters into your being. It may even be an utterly unfamiliar one for a non-organic. Whatever the feelings this stirs, however, may be nothing next to another realization. Water and darkness surround and fill Deelel's senses. All around there is nothing but chill, and inky black, soul-sucking in its intensity. Everything is muted, perhaps even distant sounding as waves lap at heels and face. Down into the blackness do you fall as gravity overtakes you and buoyancy ends. A spark, somehow both near and far, flares into existance. Gentle, it calls to you, radiant in its glory amidst the cold and wet. The water breathes easily, should a Program even need such. Closer, then closer to the light. Salvation amidst the darkness. A platform touches the Program's feet upon meeting the Light. Stained glass, unyielding despite the seeming fragility of the stuff, supports Deel. Images, of King Mickey in the center, keyblade held proudly high, a duck, a dog-man. Beauty and artistry, all beneath the Media Program's toes. The utter silence breaks. A familiar voice fills the air, calm. "So much yet to be accomplished." The voice states. "A long and treacherous road before thee."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel sleeps again, she's becoming afraid to, she's had dreams before but her dreams in user space have become more complex and more terrfying but she needs to well. She needs the down cycles and with hestation she's does so once more. She seems to be well confused there's a pang of terror over the water. Given it's nature on her world, meaning its' to die. Even with well? She's understand in user space but ... here something is wrong she's being draggesd down into the gravity she can't move she can't right it down she goes for all her efforts to get lose then she finally lands on something. She looks about confused, suprised and she see someone there. She stan stand she sees Mickey for a moment. She remebers the King, he's a good man, a User that fought for the sake of others. She'd last heard of him saving some of those people trapped in the dying world of manhattan. She takes in everything and the basic seems suprised now she looks about looking at the weapon, it's user some more. "I do have much to do...my creators are at risk along with my own kind." The comment about the road is a bit sprising but nothing's ever easy now is it? A basic trying to fit into a new function was not unheard of but very rare without users doing something to theri code...

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Against the terror of the water, so deadly in Deelel's world, the utter tranquility stands that much more noticable upon the stained glass platform. A small sound of acceptance, tinged with sorrow fills the room for a brief moment. Silence returns, that of a Temple, or of a soul in meditation. Down cycles endless, yet somehow not wasted. That which to a User is known as dreaming. "Deelel." Comes the voice again, seemingly from every direction at once. The platform shakes as pedestals impossibly rise from the glass. Upon them rest sword, shield, and staff, bearing the mark of the great King Mickey. "Within the well of thy soul lies power." Comes the voice. "If you but bequeath it form..." "From it shall flow strength into thy hands."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is then pulled into the water again but she's finding she's unharmed the terror is fading of it, if it could harm her she'd be derezzed by this point wouldn't she. Now she's somewhere else she's never considered down cycles to be waste it was something needed. She hears her name and looks about, she looks at the trio of tools. These were very old technology she understood to the point they'd become symbols for things in the mind set of her creators. She knows the staff tends to be associate with wisdom at least she thinks, the Shied is something known to her people in some form as a protection device, and the sword was a weapon. All were tools as she thinks about it she knows there may not be time but soul? That's a thought that's always had her wonder. User souls exist she's seen Hades, she knows what he does? She doesn't know what happens to her kind when they are drezzed. She doesn't think about it too long she can't do anything about it so why worry? She walks towards the three items looking intently at them as she starts to realize this is imporantly. She doesn't know why but she knows the choice here she picks is important. The game grid, the cells, the terror of being told she had to fight and others were left to fight. The pits all the death there. The escape the hope the surviving gladiators making a run for it. What drove her to seek a way to another system. The basics were suffering she had to do something. To stay was to be derezzed. Tron was still out there fighting she'd heard of the one who fought for the users and the other basics. The chase to get out the escape, the alien world of the things that birthed her. Memories of the people she's met and the things she's seen, the sun, the sun rise, the sun set, cities of steel and stone, music like she'd never heard before. Other memories comes towards the dark night LEXUS offered her a deal a deal to save her self, to continue her function in peace but the cost? Was the entire grid. Something changed in her that night she refused to run knowing it would be her end, she fought, she fought without ever pausing she recalls losing the pain of having to cut part of herself off to prevent herself from being consumed mind, body and soul. She was broken she looked up she remember the strange thing was while she was scared , she knew hope wasn't dead. TRON lives. That was the last thing she thought she'd say. Then she met TRON she never thought it would happen. He helped her find her way as she strained on the nature of her function and her choices. The Chaos of user space she'd been helped to find her way. With that memory, she knows what she needs to do, she's a fighter but it's not out of a desire to destroy, she has no head for the nature of magic other than accepting it as a force of the universe at large. She reaches out and grabs the Shield.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Terror, pain, sorrow, fear...all of the tragedy and horror the Media Program has felt would seem both intimate, yet warded away as she took hold of the Shield before her. Warmth, strength, courage and hope bolsters the spirit and wards away the lingering chill of the water. The voice holds hints of amusement, and pride as it speaks. "The Guardian." It begins, pausing dramatically. "Kindness to thy comrades and those whom you hold dear within your heart." "A shield to ward all whom oppose." A wave disperses upon the front of the shield. For all of the visible impact, nothing is felt, impossible power breaking and folding around the well-crafted defensive bulwark in Deelel's hand. It is a meager thing by appearance. Yet upon it's front, nothing may penetrate. Protection of body, mind, and soul. "Doth this be the path of thy desire, M'Lady Deel?" Though warm, finality rings in that familiar voice. Last chance. This road only leads forward.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Basics could feel, that was one thing clear, the emotional range was not known but it would be hard to tell most of the time. Not many had keyed into her artfical nature but is this a dream it's orderly it has a purpose. Not that her dreams did not have a purpose but there was quite the order to it as th question is asked with some hint of amusment. There's something about the function that is spoke that makes sense to ehr. She has made up her mind, she knows this as she lookks at it. It's a work of art in it's own right there's no real other way to go about it. "Yes the Guardian is the path I desire. To mend and defend."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Thy choice is made!" Responds the voice. It fills the air, a proclaimation of utter truth. The voice softens, care and friendship lingering. "You shall trod upon thy path with the stalwart heart of a Protector, though it may be filled with thorns." A pedestal shatters, fading away into non-existance. Only two remain, that of sword and that of staff, of warrior and mystic, courage and wisdom. In the darkness, each shines, neither greater than the other. Though silent, each call to Deel in earnest. Take me. Wield me. Bring me into your heart. "However," begins the voice, eloquent and strong. "With strength and power come loss and sacrifice. Which shall you cast aside?" Images of those lost, basic and otherwise, within the Games flash before the Program's consciousness. Reminders of old events, painful lessons.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel isn't suprised abotu this choice you can't get something for nothing after all. The basic looks on aws she listens to the voice she seems to be paying very close attention to it. She looks at the remaining two, she was a pit fighter, not by choice she knows how to fight. She's young though and images come the other basics in the pit. Many didn't make it, so many didn't make it to the day Yuri busted the surivors out. The arcad memroies of realising he'd got the server anyway and she was about to be consumed. Having to make a deal with the Shinra for contiuned access to the grid. The fall of Manhattan the final look out the gate as the world it self was consumed the understanding that every system in the city was going up with their users. How many users had been consumed the number of basics was even higher... She neded her courage she goes to the staff and she throes it side giving it up. She understand about taking it wielding it? But what she's no sure but sometimes as she's accepted it takes time to understand this is not a binary universe she's in after all.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The staff is flung aside, flitting through the air. Time seems to slow as it approaches the 'ground', spinning slower and slower. "The power of the mystic." Comments the voice. "Strength within." "A staff of wonder, and yet utter ruin." Crack. The head of the staff impacts stained glass. Slowly, the cracks spread, all the way to where Deelel stands. Shattering, glass shards surround Deelel as she falls once more into cold, unfeeling Abyss. Whispered words follow. "'Tis the power you forfeit." A swift fall slows, the Program caught by another lit platform of stained glass. Upon the surface are faces, all familiar. At the center, in vivid white and black and red, as perfect as the greatest of any Media Program's creations, is the face of Faruja frozen in contemplation. Smaller faces, of the Grid: Yurita, the great hero Tron, and more can be seen. Close comrades and legends of her own blighted world. So too are there the faces of those Users whom the Program has befriended along he way. The adventurer Reize, the charming Ivo, the creative Isaac. Ominously, old enemies, LEXUS and the MCP upon darkened glass. "Once set upon this path, never shall you leave it until derezzed. All about may seem as darkness and fell chill. Never stray, never falter Lady Deelel. Turn thy gaze upon blessed Light!" The shadows upon the light of the glass gather. Small heartless rise up, yellow eyes filled with hunger and desperation. Foward they march, mouths gnashing. "Oft shall thy be called upon to draw thy weapon. Never must you forget!" That shield, light yet impossibly strong, reappears in Deelel's hand.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at what she must give up, she has no choice this a binary situation and she understandf this well. Well not no choice but it's one or zero. She is sad to watch such a thing be reduced to dust but she made a chouice one she can live with. She starts to fall but she's catching again she pauses looking at the stain glass she's seen a little of the art of it's type before but nothing like this. She looks, she at it takes it in it's pretyt but there's things she fears know she'll fight. "I undersstand." She looks at the heartless and she shield is in hand she knows what a sentry can do with a blunt weapon, or even her allies in user space. She dives into the pack of the heartless and starts to fight striking out trying to strike them down oddly she doesn't even think to go for her ID disk...

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The Heartless are wheat to the scythe, as nothing before the power of the shield. As each one falls, seemingly innumerable yet insignificant, they do not simply fade into puffs of shadow. Instead, tiny hearts fly to the heavens as they perish, with each one gone hope filling the air. It may seem but mere moments as the final heartless is destroyed. An easy victory. The calm before the storm. Voice cutting into the air, Faruja speaks, grave and stern. "Never forget, that when one stands before the Light..." Before Deelel, a shadow rises, looming tall and terrible. Worse than it's great height is its presence, that of a great and ravenous beast, somehow familiar to her, with desires of nothing but to consume and devour. A spiked collar encircles its neck, chains leading up to a figure riding the horrific Heartless. Control and power in an unassuming form. The MCP, staring down imperiously, as if the mere Media Program were a mere bit before his greatness. Up the beast rises upon its back legs, screams issuing from its gnashing jaws. Just below where its feet would land, a figure writhes in pain, cowers in terror. One so very much like Deelel herself. A person that was the center of, and the cause, of her being. "...the greater thy shadow looms." With a mighty roar, the beast's clawed feet and great bulk descend. Half way, a horrified look upon the comparatively tiny User's face, time halts. A warm hand rests upon Deelel's shoulder, squeezing lightly. Claws lightly prick, almost chiding as a smaller form supports with strength greater than his size. The flickering, ghostly form of Faruja offers his strength to the Program with a concerned look as his single red eye gazes. It keenly burrows into the soul, but not unkindly. "This is the choice you must make, Lady Deel. Between utter terror, fear, the specter of derezment that grips the heart of the most brave and powerful of Programs...and sacrifice, martyrdom, the last glory of a protector of those whom have not the strength to lift a blade. Go on. What shall you do, hmm?" A hand deftly flicks out a pocketwatch, the rat gazing upon its blank face. "...I would not suggest hesitation. To dawdel in times such as these is the greatest shame of all." The watch is gone. Time starts, the beast falls, ready to trample the User. Spear hefted, Faruja nods and tail flicks. A gesture of respect, one knight to another. "Never shall you be alone. That, above all, is the greatest strength you possess."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is seemingly aware of this the heartless are gong down fast the shield falls but she knows there's always more, there's always more she pauses at the hearts rising up and she wonders? Who knows about the natures of such things. She pauses turning about as the last heartless falls. She looks at the shadow that rises, she stares at it for a moment looking up at the MCP. Control, hunger, power, the MCP had wormed his hooks into the users world and now Black Guard walked the streets and no one really understood the threat he was. She's small she's always been small she knows this. Everything has an counter, good and evil. Light and the Dark> User and Basic. Organic and the inorganic. She pauses for a moment as a ghostly form of someone else appears a hand is on her shoulder. She looks at Faruja for a moment she's surprised she's not sure what to think as she's looked into. It be like someone was looking over her ID disk she does try to not take a step back. She knows the choice she'd made long ago she had only her ID disk against something that had consumed the darkness and fused with it. Something that was a horror on it's own terms. He who hesitates is derezzed. She knows the fight is about go go. She now nods slightly and replies. "Let the Game begin." The Basics then throws herself at the Knight launching into a series of heavy shield strikes and making use of her agility she's not one to ever sit still. She's moving about almost like she's dancing with how she moves? She has dispelled any illusion of being human no movements are wasted at this point.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A smirk comes to the rat's muzzle, dark amusement in his features. "So they shall, so they shall..." Shield flashes, pounding the beast, warding it away from the cowering figure. Back, back, back! The MCP's mount gives ground, Light shimmering around the Shield, Deelel's inhuman agility causing the beast's claws to touch nothing but air. Finally, the hungry monster roars as it's driven off of the edge, falling into eternity. Impassive, the MCP falls wordlessly, the pair of Programs the only two in the area for one brief moment. This was merely the first battle. A table sits before Deel, Faruja leaning on it heavily with an elbow, the proper and courtly Burmecian's hair down both figuratively and literally. He raises a glass. "A toast to thy victory. The first, or the last? Mmm. What a curious thing to consider." A second glass clinks, followed by a third should Deel raise hers. The shield is gone. The User nods, draining her drink alongside Faruja. Giggling, she waves, walking off into the darkness. With a heavy sigh, the rat tosses aside his glass casually. Arms held clasped behind him, he walks to a glowing door that had not been there before. Opening it for the Lady Program. Light beckons. "Shall we, M'Lady? Remember well these lessons. Never forget."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel she looks abotu a she keeps fighting she blocks the attack and she looks as the bes finally falls she pauses at the creature and the she then starts doen the MCP for a long moment is it the real MPC she's not sure what to think as he falls it can't be that easy can it? Something does hit her the other person wait who is it the form there's just a feeling an understanding Sara-42. She somehow just knows it's her user, the one who created her to create music and visual art. She does not hold anything back. Still as the battle ends she doesn't feel it's over, it's not over is it? Still she's safe but why can't she make out her user it doesn't matter her user is here that's all that matters she watches her walk ioff but the laughing it sounds almost likes deelel, well save for the warble of the basic's voice. "I won't forget these lessons, I never can let myself."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' The pod she sleeps isn isn't quite perfect compared to a proper one on the grid there's no comforting supension, no cables to hold her in place. She lacks the connection points in this world to do such but she's all right. Deelel boots back up and sees the hour she rolls over for amoment content to lay there, the dream was strange it ... she felt like there should be something heavy with her but it is not there a shield she's not sure but she's pretty sure the shiled is there. There's another feeling a strange comforting one like something she'd always wanted on some level she'd gotton not that she can figure out just what it is.

Faruja Senra

2013-02-01T17:24:42Z

ChurchMouse: Ramza & co, now properly Extra Heresy

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
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! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
|-
|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
|-
|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"Mayhap you tease far too often, Ser Galvan. It seems woman are oft more sensitive than you give them credit."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
|-
|[[Zia]]||"...Purple matches your eyes. Merely...merely a token of friendship! Cannot have you going indecent! 'Tis all. Truly!"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"Hold thy tongue, wench! Little patience do we have in the Church for blasphemy! By all means, jest and mock. We shall be laughing as you go to an Inquisitor's gallows."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|+ '''''
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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
|-
|}

==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
|-
|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
|-
|-
|[[Hati]]||"Shall I ever do naught but hurt you? Oh Lord, grant me the wisdom and strength to find the salve to lay upon this woman's soul!"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
|-
|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
|-
|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
|-
|-
|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
|-
|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
|-
|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
|-
|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Faruja Senra

2013-02-01T17:23:30Z

ChurchMouse: Added new zodiac braves, just in case anyone apps into them.

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
|-
|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
|-
|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
|-
|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
|-
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"Mayhap you tease far too often, Ser Galvan. It seems woman are oft more sensitive than you give them credit."
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
|-
|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
|-
|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
|-
|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
|-
|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
|-
|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
|-
|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
|-
|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
|-
|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
|-
|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"...Purple matches your eyes. Merely...merely a token of friendship! Cannot have you going indecent! 'Tis all. Truly!"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
|-
|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|-
|[[New Zodiac Braves]]||"A pack of murdering Witches. To strike down a Cardinal is to wound the heart of the Church itself. Oh Lord, grant us the strength to persevere against these blasphemous brigands! And to do all that you have in the name of the hallowed Zodiac Braves? There shall be a special place in the Abyss for this lot."
|-
|[[Priel Aylin]]||"Hold thy tongue, wench! Little patience do we have in the Church for blasphemy! By all means, jest and mock. We shall be laughing as you go to an Inquisitor's gallows."
|-
|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
|-
|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
|-
|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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|}

==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
|-
|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
|-
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|[[Hati]]||"Shall I ever do naught but hurt you? Oh Lord, grant me the wisdom and strength to find the salve to lay upon this woman's soul!"
|-
|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
|-
|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
|-
|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
|-
|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
|-
|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
|-
|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
|-
|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
|-
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
|-
|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
|-
|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
|
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
|-
|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
|}

==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
|-
|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

= Logs =
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= Cutscenes =
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Faruja Senra

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Faruja
|lastname=Senra
|age=23
|species=Burmecian
|sex=Male
|height=5'1
|series=Final Fantasy 9
|styles=Holy Dragon Knight
|hometown=Burmecia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Church Of Glabados, Shard Seekers
|occupation=Knight Templar
|quote=Though abominations stalk every city and hamlet, Heresy works its insidious poison into hearts and souls, and greedy Kings and Nobles consume ‘till their bellies burst, we must have faith! For Faram and His Servants of the Divine Son will cleanse these evils!
|footer=Now a part of the Shard Seekers, Faruja is assisting in raising funds for the group, as well as attending to other standing orders for the Church.
}}

=History=

Born the son of ranchers who raised wyverns near the City of Eternal Rain, Faruja grew up knowing the scaled beasts and the life of a farm-boy as well as the city-life during his family's trips to the nearby City. The beasts being used by the local military, as the Burmecian grew up, the young nezumi began to desire more than a simple farm life. Enlisting in the army as soon as he was of age, Faruja quickly excelled in his new life alongside his wyvern partner; so much so, that only his common blood kept him from the ranks of the Royal Dragon Knights.

Placed into the lesser-known Aerial Assault Corp, Faruja patrolled the areas around Burmecia and within the City alternatively as part of his duties and on-the-job training. Particularly, patrol of the more crime-filled and less wealthy areas fell to him and his companions. Seeing the underbelly of Burmecia deeply effected the young nezumi, upon realizing how lucky he had things. Pleas to his superiors fell on mostly deaf ears, most higher-born officers caring little to waste time on improving the lives of the downtrodden. Slowly, the Burmecian's contempt for his country's upper classes simmered.

After an attack on him and his fellows by local gang-members left most of his squad injured as well as the gangers dead, Faruja would find himself in a small shrine to a local religious group; the Sisters of Redemption. The small group was best known for its acts of kindness and charity to the poor, the Sisters quickly taking in the injured and frustrated Burmecian. He quickly took to the religion's tenants of equality amongst all nezumi, a kind divine being, and sharing of wealth with the needy. After recovering and returning to his unit, he fell back into his role with a refreshed spirit; a common sight in the shrine from then on. His conversion to the religion happened not long after, and he took up the skills of White Magic from the Sisters. Though skeptical of the cult and somewhat wary of its teachings, his superiors didn't object after seeing the reduction of casualties his newfound skills brought.

His wavering patriotism and faith in his ultimate liege wasn't to last. When Alexandria's combined forces of soldiers, heartless, and Black Mages swept through the City, the King and his Royal Dragon Knights fled even as the common citizenry died; a damning betrayal in the nezumi's eyes. Patriotism crushed, and anger at his monarch and those high-born flaring, he cared only for the survival of his companions and the few citizens not already dead. Eventually arriving at the shrine he'd come to love, Faruja and his squad fought valiantly to secure the escape of the Sisters and the poor that followed them. His companions were cut down all around him as he fought, the Burmecian being the only one to survive. Permanently scarred by flame from the attack, he very nearly died, a prayer on his lips.

One that would be answered. When he next awoke, he found himself in a bed and a healer of the Church of Glabados at his side. He had been torn from his own world into the World of Ruin, right on Mullonde's doorstep. Saved by a kind Priestess, Faruja's realization of this miracle as well as the similarity to a prophecy from his own religion put the rat upon his knees in prayer. As healed, he learned more of the Ajoran's religion; and in the end, converted upon realizing both the opportunities it presented as well as the uncanny similarities to his own. Trained and anointed after recovering, he quickly proved an asset to the Church in the initial chaos of the World of Ruin's formation; soon named a Temple Knight.

=Personality=

Faruja is honorable and passionate in everything he does. Quick to love, and quick to hate, he is not a person known for doing anything half-way. Only experience in war tempers his fiery and zealous nature enough to avoid recklessness...usually. More inclined to passion than reason, he is not devoid of reason regardless, and is an effective leader of others on a small scale. His style of leadership is very much a 'lead from the front' sort, and ill suited for grand maneuvers seen from rear echelon commanders.

Outwardly he tries to appear a typical Templar; faithful, charitable to the poor, self assured, and strong. While these traits are certainly part of the Burmecian, he isn't nearly as strong and self assured as he'd like to project. His faith in the Church and his people as a whole are the bandages that keep him together as a person. The wounds of Alexandria's attack on his country, both physical and mental, as well as his King's perceived betrayal run deep indeed.

To his enemies, he fights will all of the fiery zeal of any religious warrior. Retreat without orders to do so is inconceivable to the Burmecian, unless it violates his oaths to protect the faithful. To attack from behind, or the use of poisoned weapons, utterly dishonorable. Straightforward and honest, Faruja faces his enemies that way whenever he is able. To gain victory in an honorless way is worse than defeat, for it not only shames himself but the Church he now serves. Worst of all, the Burmecian is dogged; rarely giving up on a task. Once he has decided a person is a threat to Church, race, or friend, he won't give up on being a thorn in their side while he can manage it.

To his allies, Faruja is dependable, honorable, and loyal. His temper and intolerance for things that go against the Church's tenants, however, can prove a difficulty for anyone siding with the Burmecian. So too can his hatred of Alexandria's leaders, his thoughts of revenge for the fallen easily able to lead the Knight Templar down a dark road.

=Abilities=

-''PHYSICAL''-

'''Burmecian:''' As a Burmecian, Faruja is agile, dextrous, and given his small size, quite quick on his feet. He also possesses a great sense of smell and hearing, making him an excellent tracker by extension, given a scent to look for.

'''Dragon Knight:''' Faruja is a highly trained Dragon Knight, and thus, is fairly hardy, physically fit, as well as strong. Most notably, his training has enhanced his kind's natural leaping capabilities to levels utterly beyond most humans. This ability features heavily in his combat style. Also, he is well trained in nearly all forms of polearm, from spears, to javelins, to heavier weapons. He has a preference for tri-pointed spears for dealing with light to medium armored combatants and monsters, while employing a large axe-like polearm against heavier armored opponents.

'''Survival:''' Faruja, though only of average physical durability amongst his fellow Burmecian Lancers, has a remarkable ability to survive wounds that would kill many others, through sheer force of willpower. He is aware of this, and often uses it to his advantage in combat.

'''Pain Tolerance:''' The life of a soldier, as well as the wounds he received in Burmecia's destruction, have afford Faruja a high degree of pain tolerance. Unfortunately, due to those very wounds and their psychological effects, fire tends to bypass this more than other types of damage.

-''MAGICAL''-

'''White Magic:''' Faruja is a highly capable healer, especially in the magical arts. Having a natural talent for the art, and well practiced besides, he has access to high level and varied curative spells; given his nature, however, he tends to over healing out of pure concern for his allies. He also is capable of the Warp spell, allowing him even greater mobility during combat. An offshoot of Warp allows him to invert the process: bringing objects, weapons, and even his own companion Arista to him with the proper incantation. However, this requires him to have previously marked them for such, and cannot cross world barriers.

-''MISCELLANY''-

'''Holy Spear:''' A unique skillset developed by the Church of Glabados, it involves channeling faith, zealotry, and willpower into physical form. These attacks often, in addition to the advantage of increased range, can confer negative effects upon the recipient if their defenses prove inadequate in resisting them. Generally divided into skills that destroy or weaken equipment and those that effect body and mind, Faruja's variant of the skillset studies both. He has developed his own unique techniques used in conjunction with his leaping abilities, unifying the Dragon Knight and Holy Knight skill sets.

'''Soul of Light:''' Faruja is strongly aligned with the Holy element down to his very soul, though on the more zealous and dangerous side. When truly angered or otherwise riled up, this manifests in a white glow about body and weapon, growing particularly strong during his more powerful Holy Spear techniques. Those with good senses to the elements, or other such mystical senses may be able to sense this alignment; often coming across as a blinding, almost searing light.

'''Farm Rat:''' Faruja grew up on a ranch, and has the associated skills and work ethic. Specifically, his family raised wyverns, and he is thus knowledgeable in the area of their raising, training, and keeping.

'''Cooking:''' Though only a modest cook in general, Faruja does have a talent for cooking eggs; a byproduct of his family's occupation. His skills here would no doubt make Gaston a happy person.

'''Trance:''' Like many in his world, particularly strong emotions and dire situations has the potential to unlock abilities inherent to one's inner being, in a state known as Trance. Faruja, like many warriors, has heard rumors to this ability but he personally takes them as just that; rumor. He is unaware that he possesses this capability himself, the effects of which on the Burmecian remains to be seen.

'''Arista:''' A large, white-scaled wyvern capable of flight. Her breath can not only heal, but purge poisons and other bodily ailments. She is large enough to carry three moderately sized persons. Despite her benevolent ability, Arista herself is notably arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and often violent to those she deems enemies despite Faruja's best efforts at raising her. She is, however, undyingly loyal to Faruja himself and sees him somewhere between a child and little brother role. Highly intelligent, she knows both common and her own kind's language, but only rarely deigns to communicate in a 'lower' language...usually to insult someone. Faruja himself knows the language of the wyverns and can speak it fluently. In battle, the pair act as extensions of one another, to an often frightening degree of coordination.

'''Faith:''' Perhaps his greatest strength, Faruja's faith in the Church and it's tenants are nearly unshakable. It is this faith that keeps the Burmecian from unwraveling after the wounds of Burmecia's fall, and the betrayal of his people by his own King he believes the man committed. This has been only encouraged by the Church, and the fires of faith stoked into a true believer.

-''FLAWS''-

'''Phobia - Fire:''' Faruja, after being burned by Alexandria's Black Mages, and nearly slain has developed a phobia of fire. It mostly extends to the magical variety produced by mages and monsters. Smaller campfires are within the realm of his tolerance, but raging infernos can cause the otherwise brave Knight to hesitate. His conflict with the element is deep indeed, his reaction often varying from outright fear to reckless destruction of the element's source.

'''Phobia - [[Garland]]:''' Faruja is a nezumi well disciplined and strong in the face of almost all forms of corruption and Heresy. Only one gives him pause; that of the person known as Garland. Having shown him a glimpse of the Abyss, and causing him to nearly lose his sanity on the spot, the man has instilled a great fear into the Burmecian. What would happen if Garland stood in his way, or threatened his friends? Only time will tell.

'''Burns:''' Faruja has suffered deep burns over much of his face and chest. Highly painful, he keeps them bandaged to prevent infections. Despite all best efforts, they healed poorly, and occasionally plague him with debilitating bouts of burning pain...usually at the worst possible times.

'''Arcanely Inept:''' Magical studies such as that of Black Magic are utterly beyond the Burmecian. While intelligent enough, he does not possess the proper mindset to learn these abilities.

=Allies and Enemies=

==Allies==
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|[[Aerith]]||"...Who are you, that is so frequently attacked by Heartless? You remind me far too much of someone else I know."
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|[[Aurora]]||"Princess, or so she says, of the 'Enchanted Domain'. Very knowledgeable of the nature of the Heartless...and more importantly, one of those that control them. Royalty with true faith instead of cowardice and greed? You...are not like /him/. 'Tis an honor to call you ally. May we purge all who desire to use the Heartless to their own ends!"
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|[[Avira]]||"/Do/ try to stay out of trouble, Lady Avira. You are too bright a soul to languish in some Imperial dungeon. And think of the suffering you would visit upon Maira! I shan't hear of it!"
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|[[Church of Glabados]]||"Though by different names, I knew the Almighty even back home. He saved my life, and placed me amongst His Divine Servants. I serve the Church in all things, may it lead the nezumi upon the path of righteousness!"
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|[[Deelel]]||"Lady Deel is an extremely odd person. Indeed, from what others say, there is doubt as to whether she is human. The poor Lady has attempted to explain, however, 'tis all meaningless to my head. Human technology is so vexing. However, what I know is that she is a good friend and ally. That is all that matters. I shall defend her."
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|[[Ivo Galvan]]||"Mayhap you tease far too often, Ser Galvan. It seems woman are oft more sensitive than you give them credit."
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|[[Jasmine]]||"...What a grand city. Truly, you are as the Saint's own flesh! And to think, that it would come in the form of /nobility/. Ahh well. Let us work together. We have a city to reclaim."
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|[[Lenn]]||"My my my! How beautiful, for a human. Worry not, Ser Seatlan is a good boy. Though I find red flatters you. May we get to know one another! Lord's blessings, dear Lady!"
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|[[Lily]]||"The Lord's wrath made flesh! 'Tis surely Providence that grants so innocent a girl such unimaginable power! You touch my dreams, terrible and hopeful, Lady Lily. Rare, so very rare a gift. Fear not thy power, hone it, wield it! Against you, no murderer or shadow shall last."
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|[[Maira]]||"Victories achieved at the side of friends are the sweetest of all."
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|[Percival]]||"Dear Squire, what ever is it that you think yourself so sinful for? May you never lose your dedication and faith. You've much to teach others, and to learn from others. You shall go far."
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|[[Pixi]]||"Warmth lurks beneath the ice yet! What dire fate has made you lay such a cruel mask against the world upon your face? I suggest removing it from time to time, lest you forget who you truly are."
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|[[Reize Seatlan]]||"My, my, my you certainly do make an excellent means of conveyance and trap avoidance, Ser Seatlan!"
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|[[Sarafina Carenze]]||"Strong, wields a weapon most devastating and curious, experienced, and quite fetching for a warrior-knight human. And willing to punch Dark Knights in their noggins. My dear, dear Dame, you are an example to warriors everywhere!"
|-
|[[Shiki Misaki]]||"Much have you told me, my friend. And now, much have we both seen. Your enemies are made quite plain, in their power and drive to slay the 'Players'. Fools. Where they look upon you as prey, I know far differently. Strength, Lady Misaki, is within you. Today you have held firm. Let us heal, and learn. The day shall come when we strike. Faram have mercy upon the Reapers, for we shall not!"
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|[[Skoll Ulfang]]||"Thank the Lord you are alright. Never forget that you have friends, Ser Ulfang. Mmm. Is Zia truly your wolf? Which of us will claim her heart?"
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||"Twice now, I have seen you face darkness most vile. With fist and courage, you strike boldly. My Lady, were there more such as you, then the Shadow that seeks to engulf the worlds would be truly doomed."
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|[[Zargabaath]]||"I do not trust your nation. As you have so well put, 'tis naught but a pack of conquering, greedy, impious /humans/. But that is what makes you useful. Dear Judge Magister, you are a man of honor. Pray, turn your nation to a better course. Otherwise, I shall be forced to see your Empire fall. IN all likelihood, you too shall go with it. And that, shall be a tragedy."
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|[[Zia]]||"...Purple matches your eyes. Merely...merely a token of friendship! Cannot have you going indecent! 'Tis all. Truly!"
|}

==Enemies==

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|[[Beatrix]]||"So, ally yourself with the Baronians do you? Hmph. Dear General, I've a spear with your name engraved upon its point. It shall be a pleasure to bury it in your heart."
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|[[Kingdom of Alexandria]]||"Butchers, murderers, foul Heretics! You who dance with Demons, slay the innocent and guilty alike! Turn from darkness, oh citizens and Repent! Your leaders shall roast upon a pyre, Lord willing. Take care that you do not follow them!"
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|[[Priel Aylin]]||"Hold thy tongue, wench! Little patience do we have in the Church for blasphemy! By all means, jest and mock. We shall be laughing as you go to an Inquisitor's gallows."
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|[[Seith]]||"Be it a battle of tongues, or a battle of spell and blade Witch, I shall not let you have the souls of the Faithful! Throw your barbs all you like, they shall be but flesh wounds."
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|[[Queen Brahne]]||"...You live. It seems I have work to do. A mere hanging is too good for you. Nay. I shall see you at the mercy of the Inquisition, and with myself as your Confessor. For every child, every brave soldier, every innocent soul you have reaped by your army of demons and Heretics, you shall SCREAM in agony."
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scarmiglione That Old Beggar]||"DEMON! How dare you stalk the innocent and those who would give charity! Flee, coward, for when next we meet it shall be your doom! Faram's Judgement shall come!"
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|[[The Shadow Lords]]||"You have stolen another home. Another city. More innocent lives. I will find each and every one of you. All of your subordinates. Every single Witch and Heretic connected to you. Time for mercy, for playing 'nice' for the sake of politics, is over. Pray. You've little time left."
|}

==Enemies!?==

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|[[Kaydin]]||"...Quite the dilemma, you are. Whose side are you truly on?"
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==Acquaintances==

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|[[Count Valos]]||"...Magnetism, is it? Mmm...for a noble, I can respect you. You do not evoke the sensation of needing to purge my last meal. And you show interest in the Faith. Mayhap there is something within you worthy of service in the Church. We shall see."
|-
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|[[Evja]]||"An Adjudicator, lawkeeper of Fluorgis. Strong, agile, and graceful. Much to learn from, in this Vieran beauty. Excellent company as well. Not to mention the most relentless tease that has ever graced my sight. Ahh, I do believe she enjoys it! Are you entirely certain you are not related to Ser Galvan, M'Lady?"
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|[[Hati]]||"Shall I ever do naught but hurt you? Oh Lord, grant me the wisdom and strength to find the salve to lay upon this woman's soul!"
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|[[Jack Skellington]]||"Touch not the pure, oh spirit! Find your rest, and unquiet the innocent no longer!"
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|[[Katyna]]||"A graduate and Dame of the Magical Academy of Gariland. Quite a prestigious military school, all told, though her attitude is not what is oft expected of a soldier. Refreshing, honestly, to see a Knight parting with her mask of rank. Kind, as well, without wounding a fellow knight's pride. Commendable. May you find your lost comrade. Any ally of a fellow Templar shall have my steel as they need it."
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|[[Luso Clemens]]||"By the Lord, 'tis your surname 'Seatlan' by chance? Truly, the pair of you could be flesh and blood. By spirit, surely! Mmm...and to possess such a radiant blade. Protect it well, and strive to be worthy of it. Should you fail in that, the Church shall place it within more righteous hands."
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|[[Melody Ellsmere]]||"A Countess of Baron, and rather irritating. While not /quite/ as arrogant as most, her more subtle form and cutting remarks are enough to consider chewing off her tongue. And a Dark Knight at that? Who practices healing magic? Such a thin line to walk. But you are no Heretic, not like most Baronians. Pray you do not fall as well."
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|[[Morgan Albaste]]||"A kind Lady, with most curious ears. To offer assistance to a mere Temple Knight such as I? Truly, the Lord's own spirit is within this one! My debt to you, M'Lady Albaste, shall be repaid."
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|[[Nagetta]]||"A Lamia. Naught more should I say, were this my home. But a craven, devouring beast this one is not. Intelligence...perhaps even Faith, or virtue resides in this scaled Lady. With so many worlds...mayhap one exists where we of dragon's kin are but monsters that prey upon lamia. Though a deep, primal fear strikes me in your presence...I shall overcome with Faith! For intelligence is a gift of Faram, and thus we are Brother and Sister!"
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|[[Raiya Fujihara]]||"Lady warrior, for whom do you wield a blade? Efficient and swift."
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|[[Sanel]]||"Are...you truly that boy I saw? I can still remember the screams, feel the chill in the air, a village made a tomb! Yet...that did not seem an act. What is going on here?"
|-
|[[Synestria]]||"Ahh, Toroia must be a land of hume beauty indeed! A dancer, you say? Such a shame we did not meet on the streets of Burmecia. Let us go dancing some time, hmm?"
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|[http://finalkingdom.net/wiki/index.php/Scar Well-Dressed Man]||"A normal enough human. Still...something about him makes my fur stand on end. Odd."
|-
|[[Zeke]]||"Ser Fawkes! One who calls himself mere merchant, I see within you faith and bravery! A Templar in all but name. Let us set sail. We've work to do!"
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|[[Yuna]]||"For all of your pious words, kind heart, humility, and honesty...I tremble, and am /shamed/ next to you. Oh Summoner, caller of Legends, you who would commit yourself to Pilgrimage of most Holy purpose! My prayers are with you, for surely the Lord guides your steps. Ahh, and but what lies beneath such warmth, grace, and love given us by the Lord? Steel unbending! But be warned, kind Lady. There is much to be said for bending against a storm, where even steel twists and shatters. The fear that touches my heart, is that you shall not bend when you must, and your Pilgrimage ended prematurely. May we meet again, and your fellows guard you well."
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|[[Will Sherman]]||"I know not the nature of this demon masquerading as divinity known as Loki. And our search yields precious little. What I do know, is that you are a well meaning man Ser Sherman. You helped the Ladies Dennou, and keep respectable company. Lord guide us to a way of purging this demon from you."
|}

==Foul Heretics==

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|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||"Not only did you allow corruption into yourself, harmed my companions, but you work with a person whom is better described as terror and chaos incarnate. You walk a road to damnation, no matter what your goals are, Mercenary. 'Tis a shame. You could be so much more if you would let go of the Darkness you so cling to and embrace the Light. Do /not/ drag down good people such as Lady Avira and VALKYRI with you. They are your only hope for salvation, I fear."
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|[[Pete]]||"WITCH! Your stupidity is no excuse. While you are a lesser concern, you shall hang all the same."
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|[[Sho Minamimoto]]||"Only once before have I fought in such hopeless circumstances. Far better persons than I perished back then. No longer. No longer, Heretic, will I suffer the deaths of dear friends by ones such as /you/. By all means, rely on your demons, your servants, your numbers and rules. They are but chains that bind, until the day that the innocent, the brave, and the Faithful stand before you in triumph. And on that day, we will STRANGLE you with them. It will not be simple defeat. Your name, your body, all that you have done will be Erased. Indeed, it shall be as though you never set foot upon hallowed soil."
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|[[Uzuki Yashiro]]||"An assassin, ruthless and terrible. Willing to manipulate, deceive...the height of cowardice! You are but a piece of the problem, but a problem nevertheless. And no doubt you have much to tell us about the Reapers. And you /will/ speak."
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==Extra Heretical==

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|[[Garland]]||"...You are truly a being of the Abyss. Lord grant me the strength to stand against such power."
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|[[Kaze]]||"To violate the sanctity of a Cathedral,and Holy Mullonde itself? We shall have your debt in blood and screams! Another for the Inquisitor's rope it seems."
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|[[Riku]]||"The fact that you have fallen into, or perhaps have always been an agent of Darkness is a tragedy. That your actions have cost vast numbers of lives, including that of a Templar's, and plunged an entire world into shadow is enough to sign your death warrant thrice over. But, that is not why I shall kill you. That you have betrayed that young adventurer, who so believed in you, who took you in as friend and companion without a SINGLE QUESTION. THAT is why I am going to make your death AGONIZING. You will learn to FEAR me. For now, enjoy my 'present'."
|}

=Trivia=
Favorite Movie: 300 (Faruja saw it while in Manhattan. The bravery of the men reminded him so much of the ideal of a Templar, that he's suggested it to the ranks of the Ecchlesiarchy for being deemed 'inspirational and sanctioned watching' amongst those new to the Templarate. The decision is still under debate.)

Favorite Drink: Earl Grey tea.

Favorite Alcohol: Burmecian Rice Whiskey

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