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Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-08-07T16:33:43Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Gerad
|middlename=Iron
|lastname=Fogair
|age=27
|image=bedgar.jpg
|caption=~Ladies~
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=170 lbs
|series=FF6
|styles=Rogue Toolsman
|hometown=Varies, depending on who you ask
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=The Returners
|occupation=Notorious Rapscallion, Repairman
|themesong=I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
|quote="Listen, my lady, I've been 'Gerad' all my life!"
|footer=Gerad understands there is a castle underneath the sands of the deserts outside of Agrabah. He's looking for a way underground that doesn't involve earthquakes.
}}

=Profile=
[[File:Edgar-FK-Profile.gif|left|Special thanks to Beatrix, who is a photoshop wizard?!]]
Gerad "Iron" Fogair is a notorious criminal renowned throughout the desert cities of Agrabah for deeds numerous and chiefly nonspecific - "Iron" is a man who gets by on word of mouth more than strength of arm. Or does he? That's how mysterious he is. Rumors abound regarding Gerad's infamous heists, especially those about
the one time he took that thing, from that place - did you hear about that? You most certainly did. In fact, while
you were busy gawping at the latest story you've heard regarding Gerad's incredible feats of dexterity and guile, he's
been busy working your lady over with his amazing eyes and smile. Eyes, blue like the desert skies! Teeth, white
like ivory! Maybe!

=Skills=
He'd (verb) Your Mama's (Noun) For A Nickel, Home Invader, Stealing Hearts Everywhere(;D), Did You Hear About The One Time He Mumblemumble In The Mumblemumble, Robs Home, Fixes Everything, Why Is He So Handy, Compulsory Toolsman, Tells Ladies He's A "Toolsman", Steampunk Anti-Santa

=Relationships=

===Friends===
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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[The Returners]]|| Forces of Restoration || The Returners || Gerad and The Returners go quite a ways back. He's got a problem with authority, and so do they!
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || She's 18.
|-
|[[Alma Hyral]] || Forces of Restoration || [[Alexander Academy]] || Sort of obnoxious, but she's trying! She's trying real hard!
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || Can beat Gerad in an arm-wrestling match, which is how you win a bandit's friendship. It's a fact.
|}

[[File:Edgar2.jpg|thumb|right|~Lllllllladiessssss~]]

===Neutrals===

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Akari Seran]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || This young, mangled man is probably one of the angriest people Gerad has met. Will he buy Gerad a beer?! That would elevate him to Friendly status despite saying hello with fists.
|-
||[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || She's 17. Despite this, she tries to keep her friend [[Akari Seran]] from murdering innocent toolsmen, which is a point in her favor.
|}

[[File:Edgar3.jpg|thumb|right|Ladies~ ;)]]

===Enemies===

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Gestahlian Empire]] || Forces of Ruin || Gestahlian Empire || Certain castles wouldn't be under certain deserts if you jerks didn't push limits all the time!
|-
|}

[[File:Edgar4.png|thumb|right|>Ladies<]]

=Abilities And Tools=

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
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|-
|'''Iron Spear''' || It's a spear. One day Gerad's going to find a great spear, but it isn't today.
|-
|'''Mechanical Genius''' || Gerad is a man who has a good time with machines. We're talking 'Mythril Man TP' good times with machines.
|-
|'''Auto Crossbow''' || A crossbow that shoots a frankly upsetting amount of quarrels at a frankly upsetting rate.
|-
|'''Sand Blaster''' || Do you like sand in your eyes? You HATE sand in your eyes.
|-
|'''Drill''' || ;D
|-
|'''Phosphor Dust And Strikers''' || Gerad has spark strikers fitted into adjacent aspects of his rings. He's got phosphorous up his sleeves most any day of the week. The two, when combined, make fire.
|-
|'''Chainsaw''' || A chainsaw. --A Chainsaw.--
|-
|'''Thief Skills''' || Unlike, say, [[Locke Cole]], Gerad is actually completely miserable at thieving. He's very good at lying.
|}

[[File:Edgar5.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES LOOK AT ME]]

=The List=

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Terra Branford]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || This chick is kind of freaky, but needs help, and Gerad wants to help her. It helps that she's freaky -gorgeous-.
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || Her hair's kind of freakishly long, but she's got a good sense of humor! And she's legal!
|-
|[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || There was this magical moment in the desert, right before Gerad smothered her in confectioner's sugar...
|}

[[File:Edgar6.jpg|thumb|right|aldeis~]]

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

[[File:Edgar7.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES DO YOU LIKE CHICKEN WINGS I HAVE THEM PLEASE, LADIES]]

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-08-07T16:32:12Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Gerad
|middlename=Iron
|lastname=Fogair
|age=27
|image=bedgar.jpg
|caption=~Ladies~
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=170 lbs
|series=FF6
|styles=Rogue Toolsman
|hometown=Varies, depending on who you ask
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=The Returners
|occupation=Notorious Rapscallion, Repairman
|themesong=I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
|quote="Listen, my lady, I've been 'Gerad' all my life!"
|footer=Gerad understands there is a castle underneath the sands of the deserts outside of Agrabah. He's looking for a way underground that doesn't involve earthquakes.
}}

[[File:Edgar-FK-Profile.gif|left]]
=Profile=
Gerad "Iron" Fogair is a notorious criminal renowned throughout the desert cities of Agrabah for deeds numerous and chiefly nonspecific - "Iron" is a man who gets by on word of mouth more than strength of arm. Or does he? That's how mysterious he is. Rumors abound regarding Gerad's infamous heists, especially those about
the one time he took that thing, from that place - did you hear about that? You most certainly did. In fact, while
you were busy gawping at the latest story you've heard regarding Gerad's incredible feats of dexterity and guile, he's
been busy working your lady over with his amazing eyes and smile. Eyes, blue like the desert skies! Teeth, white
like ivory! Maybe!

=Skills=
He'd (verb) Your Mama's (Noun) For A Nickel, Home Invader, Stealing Hearts Everywhere(;D), Did You Hear About The One Time He Mumblemumble In The Mumblemumble, Robs Home, Fixes Everything, Why Is He So Handy, Compulsory Toolsman, Tells Ladies He's A "Toolsman", Steampunk Anti-Santa

=Relationships=

===Friends===
{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[The Returners]]|| Forces of Restoration || The Returners || Gerad and The Returners go quite a ways back. He's got a problem with authority, and so do they!
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || She's 18.
|-
|[[Alma Hyral]] || Forces of Restoration || [[Alexander Academy]] || Sort of obnoxious, but she's trying! She's trying real hard!
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || Can beat Gerad in an arm-wrestling match, which is how you win a bandit's friendship. It's a fact.
|}

[[File:Edgar2.jpg|thumb|right|~Lllllllladiessssss~]]

===Neutrals===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Akari Seran]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || This young, mangled man is probably one of the angriest people Gerad has met. Will he buy Gerad a beer?! That would elevate him to Friendly status despite saying hello with fists.
|-
||[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || She's 17. Despite this, she tries to keep her friend [[Akari Seran]] from murdering innocent toolsmen, which is a point in her favor.
|}

[[File:Edgar3.jpg|thumb|right|Ladies~ ;)]]

===Enemies===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Gestahlian Empire]] || Forces of Ruin || Gestahlian Empire || Certain castles wouldn't be under certain deserts if you jerks didn't push limits all the time!
|-
|}

[[File:Edgar4.png|thumb|right|>Ladies<]]

=Abilities And Tools=

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Description
|-
|'''Iron Spear''' || It's a spear. One day Gerad's going to find a great spear, but it isn't today.
|-
|'''Mechanical Genius''' || Gerad is a man who has a good time with machines. We're talking 'Mythril Man TP' good times with machines.
|-
|'''Auto Crossbow''' || A crossbow that shoots a frankly upsetting amount of quarrels at a frankly upsetting rate.
|-
|'''Sand Blaster''' || Do you like sand in your eyes? You HATE sand in your eyes.
|-
|'''Drill''' || ;D
|-
|'''Phosphor Dust And Strikers''' || Gerad has spark strikers fitted into adjacent aspects of his rings. He's got phosphorous up his sleeves most any day of the week. The two, when combined, make fire.
|-
|'''Chainsaw''' || A chainsaw. --A Chainsaw.--
|-
|'''Thief Skills''' || Unlike, say, [[Locke Cole]], Gerad is actually completely miserable at thieving. He's very good at lying.
|}

[[File:Edgar5.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES LOOK AT ME]]

=The List=

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Terra Branford]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || This chick is kind of freaky, but needs help, and Gerad wants to help her. It helps that she's freaky -gorgeous-.
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || Her hair's kind of freakishly long, but she's got a good sense of humor! And she's legal!
|-
|[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || There was this magical moment in the desert, right before Gerad smothered her in confectioner's sugar...
|}

[[File:Edgar6.jpg|thumb|right|aldeis~]]

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

[[File:Edgar7.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES DO YOU LIKE CHICKEN WINGS I HAVE THEM PLEASE, LADIES]]

File:Edgar-FK-Profile.gif

2013-08-07T16:30:50Z

Eric: special thanks to beatrix~~

special thanks to beatrix~~

Between A Rock And A Dark Place

2013-08-05T06:28:59Z

Eric: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/08/05 |Location=Baguba Port |Synopsis=Kain Highwind oversees the first incursion of Baronian Heartless into embattled New Ivalice! Luckily, V..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/05
|Location=Baguba Port
|Synopsis=Kain Highwind oversees the first incursion of Baronian Heartless into embattled New Ivalice! Luckily, Vieran Judge Evja is on hand to offer a besieged Baguba a chance at surviving another day! (Kain Highwind as portrayed by Golbez' player).
|Thanks=Golbez
|Cast of Characters=Kain Highwind,Evja
|Tinyplot=Starfall
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Golbez]] has posed:''' BAGUBA PORT - 19:35, 8/4/1 *** BETWEEN A ROCK AND A DARK PLACE *** BAGUBA USED TO STAND as New Ivalice's most seasoned defense - every night, like clockwork, Heartless would swarm out of the shadowy portside seas to attempt invasion. Every night, hardened militiamen and soldiers would push those Heartless back, gaining invaluable EXP and AP! Recent events have seen even Baguba's redoubtable defenders pushed to their limits, however - double-duty ever since the Giza Plains became host to the unusual frenzied Heartless invaders. Nightly defenses now incorporated both the sea *and* the city gates, and frankly, soldiers are being pushed to their limits. Still, the city holds. Ivalice is a strong land, and its children stronger yet. Today marks yet another unfortunate disadvantage levied the port city. While the invasion at seaside fares the same as usual, monsters repelled with absurd ease, the gates have taken on an appearance sinister, efficacious. The barricades 'round the city gates had held 'till now, but the legion Heartless assaulting Baguba's fore bring with them *new* lieutenants and commanders. Their focus is singular upon weaknesses in organized defenses, and slowly, surely, Baguba is beginning to show faults in its armor. Tonight may be the last for this great city. Tonight, Baron's Heartless Dark Knights and Dragoons walk amongst the enemy, and their vengeance is a thing horrid to behold. One man seems to blame for all this - a man whose form is that of those stygian Dragoons made coporeal, whose smirking visage is half-hidden by the fearsome dragon crowning his helm. At the back of this invading force, he lifts his spear and calls out to the weary defenders! His voice is a thing booming, a clarion sound amongst the din and clatter of war! "Ivalicians, have you no warrior with merit enough to face even one of my soldiers?" The dragoon lifts a hand, and for now, the invasion -- pauses. "Show me one such warrior to resist my forces. Show me a man willing to shoulder the burden of your pathetic city's fate. I tire of this conquest."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Moving silently, a figure had come in behind the heartless, moving swiftly into the portals before they fully closed and following to see where they had gone. The interested party, a fully armored figure that was moving strangely soundlessly, didn't in fact make themselves known. They waited until they were out of the portal before realizing that they were in a sea of darkness. Or, rather... on the ends of a dock to it, rather, one foot practically dangling over the edge. "You have to be joking me!" Evja grumbled to himself before vanishing and leaping high into the air, not once, or even twice, but three times. It was from here that he could see down, see a large portion of the town below him. It was something entirely different. It was... familiar, somehow, but nothing he had seen. And there were those attempting to defend it from the heartless. And the heartless themselves. And someone, possibly someone, standing behind them. Someone calling the defenders out, even as they tried to keep it safe. Once the apex of his jump was met, the Judge quickly began to descend from the jump before slamming down rather gracefully near the port-side cannons. To those of the area it may seem like one of the various palace Judges, but something was different. The armor was different, slightly, from the normal judges. "Stop this madness, whoever you are!" Evja calls out towards the mass of heartless and what he thought was a figure towards the back. "These creatures need not be brought to any world, cease this madness before it is too late!"

:'''[[Golbez]] has posed:''' From the back of that seething morass of black, flailing limbs and the Heartless that control them, Kain Highwind's thin lips pull into a frigid smirk. His focus is, of course, on the apparent Dragoon landing atop the rooftop within Baguba; the very same hand that has halted the Heartless advance now shifts towards Evja. The voice that leaves Kain's throat is a thing of command, and while his eyes cannot be seen, the amusement that drips from his tone suggests mirth beyond measure. "You think your presence here an apricity to these wearied defenders. Such outrage suggests a mind grown lazy without strife equipollent to its certainty - do you think me, Dragoon, inimical to your sense of self-preservation??" Highwind laughs, a low and bitter thing. He gestures to the killing fields before him, spear held long and low towards an area where Heartless are rapidly falling back. A circle forms in the midst of the interval between colliding forces, and there, a single Heartless stands at the ready. It is the spitting image of a Dark Knight, a collection of armored planes and horned spires protruding from shoulder and knee. At the ready is a wicked, black-bladed broadsword held in both hands - this is thrust towards the distant Evja! The very ground quakes with the power gathering atop it! "Come, warrior," crows Highwind! "Show me your mettle! I hope, indeed, that your strength is enough to offset the pathetic state of your cogency! It would seem this city requires a hero this night! Defeat my champion!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "Any who ally themselves with the heartless shall receive no hesitance from me. These beasts destroy worlds, destroy lives... tear apart those who care for each other, cause terror. I know first hand just what these creatures bring about... I have felt it." In fact, Evja had felt the terror and fear that a giant heartless-esque creature had brought about in the Black Beast ordeal, having grabbed the 'keyblade' that had formed right after. That suffering, that pain - it made him realize all the more how badly the heartless needed to be eradicated, and those who seek to use or abuse them need to be stripped of that ability or, if necessary, crippled from causing harm. As the ranks of the heartless separate and circle around the Dark Knight that is formed, the vieran Judge reaches one hand out and withdraws one of his seven-remaining spears and waits until the creature, or thing, attacks, before bringing it up to block the attack and push back before trying to offset the Knights balance. The spear spins around Evja twice as he sends two waves of air towards the creature followed by the Vieran Judge leaping straight into the air and coming down with a crystalline Judge Sword in an attempt to shatter off a piece of armor and possibly reveal what is beneath.

:'''[[Golbez]] has posed:''' "I care not for your prattle," intones Highwind. "Words are naught but wind--" He quiets as Evja blurs into motion, content, for now, to watch this first true Ivalician defender deal with Baron's own elites! What follows is, of course, interesting. The Dark Knight does nothing at all in response to Evja's opening flurry - the spinning spear skitters across armor of ebon black, while the mindless automaton simply *stares* at its foe, eyes of burning red the only color beneath that tenebrous helm's grating. The attack does no real damage, of course -- but *then* -- Then Evja's leaping into the air and bringing his real force to play. The Crystalline Judge's sword *slams* into the stationary Dark Knight's armor, and one of those spiked pauldrons is indeed shattered into nothing more than dust, exposing more inky black beneath the swordsman's armor. Still, the creature sits still, waiting, perhaps, for a word from its current master. This Heartless shows -- discipline. Military focus. It is concerning. "And finally our whelp shows its fangs. Is this the most of your power, the absolute apex of strength? Is this all your naive Ivalice has to offer me and mine? *FIGHT*, Dragoon, lest you dishonor the very dragons you aspire to emulate! Allow me to assist you!" The Heartless warrior shifts. In a flourish, its blade is withdrawn from its sheath, the blade *slammed* into the ground before it! Darkness clouds the very air around the creature, abyssian and intangible... before coalescing, seeming to suffuse that selfsame armor Evja had just sundered!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' What?! It wasn't... fighting back? Was this man attempting to lure him into some sort of fight or commitment here while something else was going on? Evja took a step back and looked left and right before looking towards the golem once again as if trying to understand it. Seeing the lack of substance beneath the armor lead Evja to believe it was simply an enchanted suit in some fashion. With how the darkness interacted with it he was almost certain it was simply the darkness itself. "Why do you seek to draw my attention with this petty construct? Surely you could discover this yourself, unless you too weak to do your own fighting!" At that the Dragoon Judge leapt high into the air and began to glow with a faint golden white light, almost a 'holy' light if not for the actual lack of element to it. The area around him darkened faintly before he brightened it back up by sucking the light itself around him. Faintly 'wings' and 'claws' similar to a dragons briefly appeared about him, all the while that one lance in his hand and Judge Sword in his other, waiting momentarily while standing on the air itself to see what was going on.

:'''[[Golbez]] has posed:''' "I bear witness," states Highwind. "You are the recipient of a very real honor - I find your frustration laughable. Attend!" At his barked words, the Heartless Evja faces seethes into procedural motion - quickly, it proves itself a solid thing, bearing the sorts of movements that one does not *stop* - one *avoids*. A step forward! The knight brings its heavy blade up from the bloodstained earth, to heft it parallel to the ground! Those malevolent eyes bore *daggers* into Evja, while malevolent force manifests around his opposing champion! The darkness grows, a globule of ink in its nascency, but rapidly expanding to a sheet, a waterfall, a *wave* of tangible despair, of soul-scathing hatred. This is the offense that Baron brings to the war for Ivalice! This is hatred made manifest! The Heartless emits a sound inhuman, a vocalization of dreadful rage -- and the first of multiple waves screams forward, to batter into the meditating Evja! Upwards they drive, great sheets of black, of depression and angst great enough to pull even this blessed aerial warrior to the very ground!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Indeed, Darkness was something one should avoid, one should side step, not defend against. At least in this case. Evja, however, was not one to do such. Not when they were feeling not so much cocky as sure of themselves that they could easily enough handle this threat. When the wave of darkness came the Judge brought up Spear and Sword and crossed them before diving Knight Greave first towards the wave of darkness, fully planning to shear through it to get to the golem. A bad idea. The darkness crushed up against the Viera just as he connected with the golem and he was knocked flying backwards, spinning, barely managing to catch himself against the air itself with a creak of armor and a flourish of a spell circle beneath foot. "So, that's how you are going to be, hm? Very well then, time for your plaything to vanish!" With a strong kick Evja leapt off the aerial foundation he had formed to use to jump in mid air straight towards the Dark Knight. But instead of Sword and Spear, the sword vanished and instead it was replaced by not one, or two, but three spears. Evja twirled and launched two spears straight towards the golem of darkness before landing with a resounding thud before it and attempting to stab a third spear into it, immediately leaping up once again and coming down with the fourth spear held tightly in both hands, trying to flea hop it straight through the construct.

:'''[[Golbez]] has posed:''' The Dark Knight beneath Evja is just bringing its weapon downward, eyes practically burning in the aftermath of its dark deluge 'pon its foe. Of course, it has no time to rest - no, Evja is quick to recover, and quicker still to administer his own brand of revenge! The spears the Dragoon throws travel fast as arrows, their points glistening in the afternoon sun! Surely then, it bodes unwell when Evja's chosen target brings his blade up so quickly! Such a large object should not *move* with such speed... but the Heartless are inhuman, are they not? The initial barrage is swept aside with a colossal sweep of the Heartless' weapon, which is brought down *just* in time for its crossguard to batter Evja's spearthrust down into a skittering thrust along the construct's breastplate. Kain speaks up, even as the last attack is met with a backstep. "Noble warrior, your attempts are in vain! Is this the best your paltry arms might bring to bear? Is this Ivalice's hope made manifest?? If this levity is *all* you redolent fools might muster in the face of certain defeat..." Highwind leans forward, to place his weight upon the haft of his spear. "I told you to *attend*. This is not a game, warrior! Defend yourself if you wish this city to stand 'pon the sun's rise!" Automatically, that Dark Knight facing Evja lifts its sword once more, and yet again, Darkness coalesces before it! A trio of hateful, black projectiles pulse from the warrior, into the very Dragoon battling it! 'Ware, Evja!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Batted aside so easily?! What was this thing! Madness! Evja had too many years of training to simply be treated like he was some beginning Dragoon who had just picked up a spear. "This city will stand, bastard, and I will not allow you or any of those damnable beasts to set foot inside it while I am here!" Leaping backwards again, Evja drops his spear that he had left and all of them vanish, the Crystalline Judge Sword reappearing in his hands as he waited. And just as the darkness attack came, he threw it as hard as he could straight towards the Dark Knight, trying to break some amount of armor, break something, expose something. Expose it for what came next. Once again Evja began to glow, but this time the darkness seemed to grow from a lack of light, the light being sucked into the Viera, almost as if he was charging. Waiting, watching, preparing to strike, taking the darkness fully and skidding backwards as it came. It hurt, hurt like hell, and was beginning to grate at him more than the other Dragoon knew, but Evja was standing steady and it would take a hell of a lot stronger blow to topple the Judge now, at tis moment.

:'''[[Golbez]] has posed:''' The Heartless stands alone in the midst of its circle, sword returning to that same neutral, battle-ready position. Armor falls off of the construct once again, but the blow was tailor-made to sunder such and nothing else - the Heartless reacts not at all to its withering defenses. There is a certain dark majesty to the moment - hundreds, thousands of eyes peering up at the persevering Dragoon, all curious, the slightest bit of fear in every pair! What might Evja do to the Heartless beneath the monster he faces now? What havoc could this lone soldier unleash on the masses? Evja is a thing to fear, yes, and fear is what he earns from the Heartless. He does not earn it from Kain. A twist of the neck, a tilt of the head, and Kain's lips are twisting into that same, self-satisfied grin he'd sported earlier. In a show of ultimate dismissal, Highwind -- turns around, and shakes his head. His focus finds the ground between his feet. "A pity," he muses, "that the soil must be so sanguinolent. I suppose the duty falls 'pon these shoulders, then - I will offer the Earth its due, in lieu of your inability to perform to expectation." Highwind lifts a hand, closes it into a fist, and *closes* it. Around that duelist's circle, Heartless begin *swarming* forward, and within seconds, the sound of newly joined battle echoes up to Evja, dozens of feet beneath him! Truly, things have reached a new low, a new form of desperate need -- but there is one chance. There is that Heartless, that immovable golem, that tenebrous titan in the midst of the clearing. Kain Highwind's challenge to Ivalice. One of his Dark Knights. Its eyes remain on Evja, challenging. It raises its sword. Darkness mounts once more.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "In my entire life... I have never once killed anything." It was a strange statement to make, a strange response, perhaps, even as Kain begins to bubble and summon the heartless to try and take the Judge down, or perhaps planning on simply taking the town itself. "So even now I shall not kill you. But... do not be upset if you cannot move well for the near future!" Evja's voice raises slightly before the brightly-glowing Dragoon leaps high into the air three times and pulls a spear out of the air itself. The light around him channels through him, through his hand into the weapon before it instead begins to glow brightly as well as him. Slowly the light begins to grow blinding and Evja shouts out, "Path of the Lance!" as if a warning, or a challenge, perhaps. With a sharp snap and spin the Viera's hand passes straight through the spear and pulls with it a ghostly residue in the shape of a spear that is launched down towards the swirling mass of heartless, exploding if it hits so much of anything at all like a veritable Bomb. And as another pass is made, the glowing spear once again is robbed of a ghostly image of a spear which is hurled again and again and again, literally peppering the entire area with dozens of lances of light before he grabbed the main spear by the haft and threw it in a carefully aimed manner straight towards Kain, quite fully planning on piercing him with it if he could. Much as the Judge had stated, it wouldn't be lethal if it hit, but most would be lucky if they were able to get up from an attack of this strength with everything he had poured into it.

:'''[[Golbez]] has posed:''' Kain watches, blandly, as the Heartless begin swarming towards the city, milling 'round the lone Dark Sentinel in their midst, the very same goliath who waits for Evja's answer to the heckling, the promises of destruction and death in the wake of the Judge's apparent failure to perform. Highwind, being no stranger tothe accumulation of power, turns at that first coalescence of light-- Kain extends his hands. Darkness sifts upwards, from the ground at his very feet. His expression darkens at the other dragoon's apparent intent-- was the goal not to dismantle Highwind's champion?? This aim - for Kain himself... What follows is poetry in motion, from both parties. The spears peppering the ground around Kain have Baron's representative ducking into a defensive crouch, even as a shadowy form takes place before him. As Evja's hallowed, conjured shaft of purest light *streaks* towards the place Kain stands, the weapon will find the Dragoon airborne, barely evading what must be a crippling blow - instead, a hastily summoned Heartless takes the blow, the very same champion as Evja had been battling earlier. It is traumatic. Light penetrates the bleakest darkness, causes that implacable plating to flake away like plates of the most brittle talc. Darkness fades to dun, then to little more than a brief blight upon the sunlight flooding the Giza Plains, and with a wracking, wretched scream, the Heartless Evja has been facing against fizzles into nothing more than air-- and Kain settles atop the fracas, newly aloft. His expression is one of fury, his teeth bared in the most irritated grimace. "I find your levity reprehensible. You target me, when I levy 'pon you the clearest terms for this doomed city's salvation? You had the chance to be a hero, and indeed, you have won that prestige -- but only for my benevolent interaction on your behalf. Dragoon, your imperfect victory gives you imperfect reprieve." Kain closes his hand into a fist. Beneath him, the Heartless army fizzles into little more than motes of darkness. Behind him, a portal opens, through which sinister organ music emanates. Kain vanishes, and the portal closes behind him, but his words linger. They are portentful. "Soon, I will return to this wretched city. Gather your allies, 'ware them of the imminent threat. Darkness will spread 'cross your homeland as the sea swallows land. There will be no escape, no hope -- but my lord invites you to struggle as you might. Soon. We *will* be back."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Kain leaves, and Evja slowly descends to the ground. The armored Viera stands still, silent a moment as various figures begin to poke their heads out here and there to see if the fighting was done. Among them some moogles from the White Kupos who have been part of the bunch who are defending Baguba Port. "My homeland hm? Wonder... what made him think that." Evja laughed softly to himself before wobbling a bit and falling backwards, barely catching himself in a sitting position. "Damn that took it out of me. Lucky he backed off..." "Hey kupo! Um, Your Honor, are you okay?" The moogle questioned curiously, "Should we contact a member of Bervenia Palace for you kupo?" The question from the moogle caused the seated judge to turn slowly and look at him before sighing and saying, "No, no... or, perhaps, yes actually, I suppose that would be a good thing. I shall sit here and keep watch in the meanwhile to make sure nothing from that bunch comes back." The Mog Knight gives the Judge a strange look before nodding and trotting off to find the closest person to send a message to. Wasn't /too/ hard to find Judges, after all, what, with the palace being the main portion of the defense against the Heartless these days.

Golbez

2013-08-01T13:18:15Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Golbez
|age=Unknown
|image=D012 Golbez CG.png
|caption=Augh, I blinked!
|species=Half-Lunarian
|sex=Male
|height=8'2
|weight=380 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 4
|styles=Warlock
|hometown=Unknown
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Baron, Shadow Lords
|occupation=Lord Captain - Red Wings, Warlock
|themesong=[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w Golbez, Clad In Darkness]
|quote="There are greater callings than justice."
|footer=None so far.
}}

=Clad In Darkness=
A sinister armor-clad figure serving the Forces of Ruin, Golbez rose from complete obscurity to his current position as the Lord Captain of Baron's Red Wings. While appearing to be entirely subordinate to Baron's King, it is in reality he that dictates to the King - a man whom he has replaced with his trusted subordinate Cagnazzo. While Golbez' behavior as Lord Captain is impulsive and horrifically destructive, there is unmistakable genius in his aggressive tactics, and he commands as effectively as any campaign-vetted general. His personal skill in battle reflects his formidable presence and command; despite the heavy armor he wears, Golbez is a master of the black magics. Though certainly a man to be feared, assuming that it is a man underneath that armor instead of a demon, Golbez's meteoric rise from obscurity leaves more questions than answers...as do his motivations.

=Forsaken By The Light=
Golbez is aware that the Light has shunned him. In turn, he shuns it - he has steeped himself in Darkness for as long as he can remember, contorted every thought, urge, and desire towards one of corruption and withering. This in combination with his half-Lunarian blood makes him a perfect target for the Lunarian ZeMus' manipulations – ZeMus controls Golbez through subtle, whispered temptations and warnings, through taking on an almost paternal figure throughout the warlord's late childhood and adult life. It is in this way that ZeMus keeps Golbez focused singlemindedly on ZeMus' goals – to Golbez, collecting the Crystals, sundering the World Hearts, and eradicating all terrestrial life is the swiftest, surest way to vengeance for Golbez' dead father KluYa. The world must be prepared for the ascent of the Lunarians, after all.

[[File:golbez2.jpg|thumb|right|SWM Looking For An Obnoxious Paladin. Very dark. -Extremely dark-.]]

Regarding that justification; Golbez has reason for his singleminded evasion of Light. In youth, Golbez was taught magic by his father and excelled with the darker magics. White magic - even Cure! - was forever beyond his grasp, to his father's great disappointment. An attack on his village left Golbez' father KluYa dying in his son's hands - dying, save for the chance that Golbez might cast a healing spell. KluYa died disappointed, and in the end, Golbez simply wasn't able to measure up. That's the sort of thing that convinces a man he wasn't meant for the Light, was born flawed. That's the sort of thing that stays, and were you to ask him about his inability to cast Cure spells, his disinterest in their study, his dispassion for the Light itself – well, you'd likely not live much longer than it takes for Golbez to get extraordinarily angry with you. He's ashamed of it. And as we know, shame leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and -hate leads to the Dark Side-.

And so, Golbez went on to massacre his village, to carve his name into the flesh of the world.

Golbez' power lies in his utter mastery of Black Magics - his understanding of Darkness enables him to manipulate fey force beyond even the strongest of known, scholarly spells. This means that the Warlock is not limited to such mundane discourse as Firaga, Flare, or even Ultima -- no! From Golbez' very fingertips, lightning seethes like a serpent, pure magical force coalesces into small gravity wells! Darkness seethes from him like heat from a furnace, moulded into dreadful force by his sheer will! Golbez has further pushed his understanding of magics to enable combat teleportation; as his magics affect his foes, he is able to vanish and immediately manifest himself nearby, relative to their position.

Golbez has so bonded himself to Darkness that even its greatest minions follow his every command - a great Shadow Dragon can manifest itself at his behest, though it has only been witnessed to merge with its targets, enhancing their abilities and attacks.

The most worrisome of Golbez' attacks involves him calling upon his mastery of that same raw, elemental force spoken of earlier - the Lunarian ZeMus further lends Golbez potent, astral magics for a horrific display of force! Lightning, crushing vaccuums, and even meteors shriek down from the sky to ensnare an unlucky foe in a vortex of crushing pressure and blistering heat! Look upon the Twin Moon and wallow in fear, for Golbez has brought his terrible anger to bear!

[[File:golbez3.jpg|thumb|right|THIS ARMOR IS IMPRACTICAL]]

=Relationships=

==MY SERVANTS==
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|+ '''''
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! scope="col" | Description
|-
|[[Baigan]]||Adopted Son||He believes he is mediocre, which creates a potent desire to perform. The others might benefit from such modesty.
|-
|[[Rubicante]]||The Eldest Son||An Exhibitionist
|-
|[[Barbariccia]]||Adoring Daughter||Loves Every Girl
|-
|[[Cagnazzo]]||The Fattest Son||WHY DO YOU DO WHAT YOU DO, CAGNAZZO
|-
|[[Scarmiglione]]||The Emo Son||If only he would turn his blade from his wrists to his foes!
|}

[[File:Fiends.jpg|thumb|right|do you see how scarmiglione is hiding he has a serious confidence issue -I BLAME CECIL HARVEY-]]

==FAMILY==
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
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! scope="col" width="200"| Relation
! scope="col" | Description
|-
|ZeMus||Space Dad||According to ZeMus, Golbez should love ZeMus. Okay.
|-
|KluYa||Real Dad||Golbez does what he does to make his failures up to his father. ~~So misguided~~
|-
|[[Cecil Harvey]]||Brother||I am going to kill you so hard that everybody you've ever met has a stroke just right then and there, and then a meteor falls on them.
|}

==HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME==
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! scope="col" width="200"| Thoughts
! scope="col" | Description
|-
|Jetskis||DEVIL MACHINES||I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY THEIR SUBTLE SEDUCTIONS AGAIN
|}

[[File:golbez4.jpg|thumb|right|Golbez' backhand counts as a Magic attack. Cheeky Elemental.]]

=A REAL BIG SPACE ORCHESTRA=
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
! scope="col" | Track Name
! scope="col" | Song
|-
|Golbez' Theme ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w Golbez, Clad In Darkness]
|-
|Love Theme ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w Natalie Imbruglia's "Torn" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|Floating Down The Stairs Theme ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w E.S. Posthumus' "Ebla" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|Dynamic Battle Theme Music ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w Black Mages' "Zeromus" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|The Gang's All Here ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w The Black Mages' "Battle With The Four Fiends" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|Camptown Races ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w "Camptown Races" As Played By Golbez]
|}

=Oh My God Cecil You Can't Even Hit Me Stop, Seriously=
[[File:CecilVGolbez.jpg]]

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

Golbez

2013-08-01T13:06:43Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Golbez
|age=Unknown
|image=D012 Golbez CG.png
|caption=Augh, I blinked!
|species=Half-Lunarian
|sex=Male
|height=8'2
|weight=380 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 4
|styles=Warlock
|hometown=Unknown
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Baron, Shadow Lords
|occupation=Lord Captain - Red Wings, Warlock
|themesong=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w
|quote="There are greater callings than justice."
|footer=None so far.
}}

=Clad In Darkness=
A sinister armor-clad figure serving the Forces of Ruin, Golbez rose from complete obscurity to his current position as the Lord Captain of Baron's Red Wings. While appearing to be entirely subordinate to Baron's King, it is in reality he that dictates to the King - a man whom he has replaced with his trusted subordinate Cagnazzo. While Golbez' behavior as Lord Captain is impulsive and horrifically destructive, there is unmistakable genius in his aggressive tactics, and he commands as effectively as any campaign-vetted general. His personal skill in battle reflects his formidable presence and command; despite the heavy armor he wears, Golbez is a master of the black magics. Though certainly a man to be feared, assuming that it is a man underneath that armor instead of a demon, Golbez's meteoric rise from obscurity leaves more questions than answers...as do his motivations.

=Forsaken By The Light=
Golbez is aware that the Light has shunned him. In turn, he shuns it - he has steeped himself in Darkness for as long as he can remember, contorted every thought, urge, and desire towards one of corruption and withering. This in combination with his half-Lunarian blood makes him a perfect target for the Lunarian ZeMus' manipulations – ZeMus controls Golbez through subtle, whispered temptations and warnings, through taking on an almost paternal figure throughout the warlord's late childhood and adult life. It is in this way that ZeMus keeps Golbez focused singlemindedly on ZeMus' goals – to Golbez, collecting the Crystals, sundering the World Hearts, and eradicating all terrestrial life is the swiftest, surest way to vengeance for Golbez' dead father KluYa. The world must be prepared for the ascent of the Lunarians, after all.

[[File:golbez2.jpg|thumb|right|SWM Looking For An Obnoxious Paladin. Very dark. -Extremely dark-.]]

Regarding that justification; Golbez has reason for his singleminded evasion of Light. In youth, Golbez was taught magic by his father and excelled with the darker magics. White magic - even Cure! - was forever beyond his grasp, to his father's great disappointment. An attack on his village left Golbez' father KluYa dying in his son's hands - dying, save for the chance that Golbez might cast a healing spell. KluYa died disappointed, and in the end, Golbez simply wasn't able to measure up. That's the sort of thing that convinces a man he wasn't meant for the Light, was born flawed. That's the sort of thing that stays, and were you to ask him about his inability to cast Cure spells, his disinterest in their study, his dispassion for the Light itself – well, you'd likely not live much longer than it takes for Golbez to get extraordinarily angry with you. He's ashamed of it. And as we know, shame leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and -hate leads to the Dark Side-.

And so, Golbez went on to massacre his village, to carve his name into the flesh of the world.

Golbez' power lies in his utter mastery of Black Magics - his understanding of Darkness enables him to manipulate fey force beyond even the strongest of known, scholarly spells. This means that the Warlock is not limited to such mundane discourse as Firaga, Flare, or even Ultima -- no! From Golbez' very fingertips, lightning seethes like a serpent, pure magical force coalesces into small gravity wells! Darkness seethes from him like heat from a furnace, moulded into dreadful force by his sheer will! Golbez has further pushed his understanding of magics to enable combat teleportation; as his magics affect his foes, he is able to vanish and immediately manifest himself nearby, relative to their position.

Golbez has so bonded himself to Darkness that even its greatest minions follow his every command - a great Shadow Dragon can manifest itself at his behest, though it has only been witnessed to merge with its targets, enhancing their abilities and attacks.

The most worrisome of Golbez' attacks involves him calling upon his mastery of that same raw, elemental force spoken of earlier - the Lunarian ZeMus further lends Golbez potent, astral magics for a horrific display of force! Lightning, crushing vaccuums, and even meteors shriek down from the sky to ensnare an unlucky foe in a vortex of crushing pressure and blistering heat! Look upon the Twin Moon and wallow in fear, for Golbez has brought his terrible anger to bear!

[[File:golbez3.jpg|thumb|right|THIS ARMOR IS IMPRACTICAL]]

=Relationships=

==MY SERVANTS==
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
! scope="col" width="150" | Name
! scope="col" width="200"| Relationship
! scope="col" | Description
|-
|[[Baigan]]||Adopted Son||He believes he is mediocre, which creates a potent desire to perform. The others might benefit from such modesty.
|-
|[[Rubicante]]||The Eldest Son||An Exhibitionist
|-
|[[Barbariccia]]||Adoring Daughter||Loves Every Girl
|-
|[[Cagnazzo]]||The Fattest Son||WHY DO YOU DO WHAT YOU DO, CAGNAZZO
|-
|[[Scarmiglione]]||The Emo Son||If only he would turn his blade from his wrists to his foes!
|}

[[File:Fiends.jpg|thumb|right|do you see how scarmiglione is hiding he has a serious confidence issue -I BLAME CECIL HARVEY-]]

==FAMILY==
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
! scope="col" width="150" | Name
! scope="col" width="200"| Relation
! scope="col" | Description
|-
|ZeMus||Space Dad||According to ZeMus, Golbez should love ZeMus. Okay.
|-
|KluYa||Real Dad||Golbez does what he does to make his failures up to his father. ~~So misguided~~
|-
|[[Cecil Harvey]]||Brother||I am going to kill you so hard that everybody you've ever met has a stroke just right then and there, and then a meteor falls on them.
|}

==HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME==
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
! scope="col" width="150" | Name
! scope="col" width="200"| Thoughts
! scope="col" | Description
|-
|Jetskis||DEVIL MACHINES||I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY THEIR SUBTLE SEDUCTIONS AGAIN
|}

[[File:golbez4.jpg|thumb|right|Golbez' backhand counts as a Magic attack. Cheeky Elemental.]]

=A REAL BIG SPACE ORCHESTRA=
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|+ '''''
|-
! scope="col" | Track Name
! scope="col" | Song
|-
|Golbez' Theme ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w Golbez, Clad In Darkness]
|-
|Love Theme ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w Natalie Imbruglia's "Torn" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|Floating Down The Stairs Theme ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w E.S. Posthumus' "Ebla" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|Dynamic Battle Theme Music ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w Black Mages' "Zeromus" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|The Gang's All Here ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w The Black Mages' "Battle With The Four Fiends" As Played By Golbez]
|-
|Camptown Races ||[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPjci-AqA7w "Camptown Races" As Played By Golbez]
|}

=Oh My God Cecil You Can't Even Hit Me Stop, Seriously=
[[File:CecilVGolbez.jpg]]

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

File:Golbez4.jpg

2013-08-01T13:04:12Z

Eric:

File:Fiends.jpg

2013-08-01T13:02:23Z

Eric:

File:Golbez3.jpg

2013-08-01T13:00:48Z

Eric:

File:Golbez2.jpg

2013-08-01T12:57:49Z

Eric:

File:CecilVGolbez.jpg

2013-08-01T12:55:35Z

Eric:

Golbez

2013-08-01T12:09:07Z

Eric: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Golbez |age=Unknown |image=D012 Golbez CG.png |caption=Augh, I blinked! |species=Half-Lunarian |sex=Male |height=8'2 |weight=380 lbs |series=Fin..."

File:D012 Golbez CG.png

2013-08-01T12:01:52Z

Eric:

Rooftop Rendezvous

2013-07-28T08:43:48Z

Eric: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/07/27 |Location=Agrabah |Synopsis=A wild Teta has appeared! Gerad's night in Agrabah is not wasted after all. |Cast of Characters=Teta, Gerad ..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/07/27
|Location=Agrabah
|Synopsis=A wild Teta has appeared! Gerad's night in Agrabah is not wasted after all.
|Cast of Characters=Teta, Gerad Iron Fogair
}}
:'''[[Teta]] has posed:''' The City of Agrabah! Place of mystery, enchantment, yadda yadda. Whatever reputation the place may have, a black-haired woman in light travelling clothes has just arrived at the city gates and does so in utter ignorance of where she has just arrived at. Did she just cross the entire desert on foot with no protection against the sun, and it seems no more than a single canteen of water that is still half-full? 'But what of the dangers?' one might ask. 'What of bandits, scorpions, snakes, and other beings of ill-temperament? What of the environment itself? The desert is not a place to seek passage across lightly!' To such a hypothetical observer, Teta would likely have replied, 'Oh, is that what that was?' Such a casual hypothetical dismissal of such a hypothetical observer's questions would likely hypothetically cause dismay. But as there was no observer and these questions were never asked, Teta simply continued through the archway, taking the time to stop and bow to and greet the guards. "A pleasant night for a chance meeting. Can you tell me what settlement this is?" After much more confusing dialogue, the dark-skinned woman named Teta enters Agrabah -- now knowing the name of the place and simply stands there marvelling. It may be late and thus fewer people are about than otherwise, but it's still early enough that not everyone has gone to bed. Thus, there may be somewhat less concern than otherwise when she leaps from street level to rooftop level, to get a better view of the towering structures, the magnificent palace, and the all the many, many, many houses and people. Also, a furry monkey-like tail sways back and forth in excitement behind her. It seems to be attached.

:'''[[Gerad Iron Fogair]] has posed:''' GERAD ISN'T NORMALLY on the rooftops; today is a special occasion. He'd enticed some silk-garbed dancer girl to meet him up on the top of the Agrabah Arms Inn for refreshments and a "beautiful view of the city! I'll show you the world!" Shining, shimmering, splendid! Summarily, the 'thief' has been preparing all day to be as dashing as possible, to set the most romantic vista available to him! It would be his finest moment! His finest moment, Teta will find, involves reclining on one of a pair of chairs improbably positioned on a rooftop, overlooking the bustling city's sunset and frowning. He's garbed in his traveler's gear, certainly - he doesn't have any other clothes - so all that's visible, beyond the spear, dusty boots, and variety of bizarre instruments on his person -- are a pair of bright blue eyes, a lock of grey-brown hair. "Damn," he curses, quietly but likely within Teta's range of hearing. "I believe I've been -swindled-! These canny women and their wiles!" Gerad knocks the drink in his hand back; it's a glass of something that looks like it belongs in a bar. "Still," he muses, attention cast out over the city, "Not a bad way to spend the evening." Fingers rap out an irritated rhythm against the armrest of his current seat. Okay. Maybe it's a -little- frustrating.

:'''[[Teta]] has posed:''' Just then, a face appears in Gerad's vision, partially-blocking his view of the city and night sky! The face is also upside-down! That is because the face belongs to someone who is standing behind him and leaning over to look down at him. With a mildly inquistive expression, Teta says, "Good evening. My name is Teta. Do you know who the lord of this tower is?" Tower? Well, the building does have more than one level to it, right? That's kind of like a tower! Sort of! "Is it you?" Teta asks further. "This is my first time visiting a place as large as this, you see, and though I seek the hospitality of one who can offer a place to sleep and perhaps a meal, it's difficult to find anyone here in 'Aa-grr-ah-baa'." Well, this night has gotten a bit more interesting at least.

:'''[[Gerad Iron Fogair]] has posed:''' Gerad startles. Long hair? That sweet scent! Such luminous eyes! The ex-king crosses his eyes as though it might aright Teta's suddenly upside-downey face - it doesn't. He accepts fate for what it has brought him, even if it WASN'T that sultry woman from the other bar, earlier. Luckily for Gerad, his reflexive frown isn't visible past the *mysterious murky desert wandery facemask* he wears. "Eh? Ah, erh..." Momentary confusion. To play the rogue, or to be himself? It's not as though this Teta character even... matters, so... "Don't I wish. No, my lady -- I'm just a visitor, much like you. This is your first day to the city? And you seem so innocent. Hm." Gerad is on his feet in a moment, turning to regard the newcomer behind him! What is her bearing? Her occupation? Her measurements? Old habits die hard, but at least for now, Gerad is able to stifle most of them. He's not leering, for example. "My name is Gerad. I'm borrowing room and board, myself - the building you're standing atop happens to be an inn, not a tower. So far as refreshments go..." A gesture to the basket between either chair. "Drinks and some food, if you're so interested. A view of the city as well, if you've never been. I can help with any questions you might have -- Lord knows I'm bored enough." Gerad settles back into his seat, collapsing with a sigh. Concern flitters past his eyes. "Ah. How, erh... old... are you?" He's stifling most of his habits. Not all. Not his -ethics-.

:'''[[Teta]] has posed:''' Teta straightens to give Gerad some room to sit up once he begins to do so, all the while listening to what he has to say. She nods in confirmation. "My first time to this or any other city." She looks down at the roof as though her vision would somehow pierce through to the inn below and ascertain the details of what's needed to find a room within such. "Ah, I see! I have found coins during my journey thus far. Maybe they'll be enough to pay for a room." Her gaze tracks to the indicated basket. "It is an honor to meet you, Gerad. That's very generous of you to offer! You have my thanks. If there is any way to repay your kindness, please let me know!" She then bows to Gerad, putting one hand in a fist and placing it against the open palm of the other hand. "I'm not entirely sure of my age, to be honest. But it has been at least 15 years since I began being raised by the monks at the temple, and they estimated I was about 6 or 7 years old already when they took me in. My precise date of birth was unknown to them, however." She straightens again and lowers her hands to her sides as she moves towards the basket to poke at it and see what lies within. "Are you perhaps familiar enough with the city to tell me if there are any places where warriors gather? Or perhaps any esteemed masters of martial arts? I'm travelling around these other worlds looking to improve my skills, and in a place this huge there must be many great masters!" She looks up and smiles brightly. "Ah, also, do you know of any places to bathe?" She asks this despite Gerad clearly wearing dusty traveller's wear. Well, maybe Gerad just doesn't like baths! You can't always assume, right!?

:'''[[Gerad Iron Fogair]] has posed:''' Ascetics are adorable, decides Gerad. It helps when they've got pretty eyes. In moments, he's removing a bottle of something mildly alcoholic from the chilled box he's brought with him, and setting it into Teta's hand. "Have a seat," he invites - and kicks back to observe the sun vanishing beneath one of the Palace's several spires. He doesn't even worry about the alcohol. Teta must be one of the four non-teenaged people he's met since the worlds fell! It's refreshing. "Plenty of people have some martial ability, Ms. Teta - it's an issue of what, exactly, you're looking for. You're..." Gerad turns his head to the side, to regard the young woman nearby. "A hand-to-hand fighter of some kind? You'd probably love to meet my brother. Alas, I have no idea where he's been - but I'd love to help you find somebody you might enjoy battling. If you're *so* eager for a trial, I'm a pretty fair hand in a fight, myself. But I'm not much for hand-to-hand, if you get my meaning." Gerad reaches up, to tug at the spear nearby. He drains the rest of his drink, and sets it down, to resume looking at the sunset. "The hotel beneath us has plenty of bathing facilities." Teta is lucky. Gerad's elected to act kingly. "I believe the women have a seperate bathing chamber, which is a cultural quirk, but should be relaxing nonetheless."

:'''[[Teta]] has posed:''' Teta accepts the proffered beverage with another bow of gratitude and then seats herself. Her tail wraps about her waist to stay out of the way and not get squished. While she listens, she works at opening the bottle. Eventually she succeeds, and tests the cool drink with a few sips before smacking her lips a bit and deciding this is good enough to drink. She can survive a trip across the entire desert on a single sip of water per day, but that doesn't mean it's not nice to be able to just guzzle something down. Especially something cool! The monk nods in confirmation of her being a hand-to-hand fighter with the bottle in her mouth obstructing her ability to answer verbally. Eventually, when she has decided there is nothing left to drink from the bottle she shakes out the last couple drops onto her extended tongue as she tilts her head back, and then places the container on the roof where it will hopefully not kicked tripped over or kicked. "I am amazed at the prevalence of forged weapons. So many people here must be quite rich, or perhaps more skilled at making them. That or you are all regional rulers of some kind." She tilts her head to the side and leans over a bit to look at the spear. "I have little experience against those who use such weapons, but if you are willing, I will be more than happy to see what we can both do against each other. Maybe tommorow morning at sunrise? I walked for three weeks before arriving here and some sleep would ensure I am in top form. Also, yes, the bath." Teta says, "As well, the desert -- while amazing -- was rather dirty. Before working up a sweat, it is best to do away with the one worked up previously. What, um, do you have to eat?"

:'''[[Gerad Iron Fogair]] has posed:''' Gerad could not be happier! This is like half a date. And he doesn't have to act like a complete douchebag to hold up false premises! The man is in the middle of opening another bottle of Whatever when Teta speaks up once more. She has him laughing in just the slightest sort of way - he can't help it. She's got quite a few wrong ideas. While the spearman thinks on his response, he's busy pulling out a kebab or something cultural from the basket. It's probably a kebab, although the meat is chilled. It's still very tender. "I don't know if I'd say that we're all rich. Maybe it's just that weaponry is more prevalent outside of wherever you call home? Where *do* you call home?" If he's startled at her having walked three weeks through the desert, Gerad does not show it. He's more focused on other things at the moment. Like making sure Teta has pretty much everything she's asking for. "So far as your suggestion for a spar is concerned -- I'm certainly game." Gerad moves back to where he's seated, withdraws his spear in an oft-practiced motion, and hands the long weapon to Teta, as though she were interested in taking a closer look. "I could use help, anyway -- if you're good with your hands. I'm, ah... looking for something." Gerad glances sidelong at that. It's not easy to see - he's not looking Teta's way just now.

:'''[[Teta]] has posed:''' When the kebab is offered, Teta gratefully accepts it and consumes the meat very, very quickly. It's gone in a matter of like five seconds. She has already swallowed in time to answer Gerad's question. "The Long Temple, in the world of 'Shan' is where I am from. We live in one of the many mountain ranges. I found a door in the mountains while travelling. It led to this place. Or perhaps these places. I'm still not sure if this is just one world or many worlds." She looks up at the sky and then out across the city, as if she could discern the true nature of the place just by looking hard enough. "I haven't been able to find my way back to my own world, but I was looking for new lands regardless so that's fine. I don't need to go back." Teta considers the idea of weapons just being more prevalent. "That might be the case. Most of us simply fight with our bodies alone or farming tools turned into weapons. Swords are very rare -- a mark of status rather than something to be used in battle. Even soldiers use hand-to-hand martial arts. We monks also learn Chi Techniques that let us enhance our strength, speed, and toughness, or do other things. Run on water, heal faster, leap great heights, or travel for great distances with little nourishment... It takes many years of devoted practice to learn these things, so soldiers don't usually have these skills." When the spear is shown to her, Teta looks at it with great interest, leaning her face in close to examine it. She raises a hand but pauses to look up at Gerad as if to ask if it is alright to touch it. Since this is basically the equivalent of a prized treasure owned by a king, according to her world's standards, it may be understandable that she is cautious with the belongings of someone she has just met -- whether he is really a king or not! Of course, he actually is a king, but Teta doesn't know that. The dark-skinned woman says, "It would be my honor to aid you. You have shown me great kindness. Repaying you is only fitting. What is it you seek, and how may I help?"

:'''[[Gerad Iron Fogair]] has posed:''' So far as spears go, Gerad's is pretty junky. It's a piece of metal bonded to some reinforced wood, but, like -- that's basic spears, and there you go. The man looks bemused while Teta rambles on with her explanation... God, but wouldn't Sabin love to meet these Shan people! He'd go *nuts*. They'd bench trucks together or something. Gerad reaches into his cooler to withdraw another two kebabs. One is offered to Teta, in exchange for his weapon back. "I'm familiar with how monks operate - there are a few that I've met before. Very similar to what you've been telling me, as a matter of fact! Of course, none are quite so lovely..." Gerad fades off, letting his thoughts wander into the realms of goosehonks and frowning parents. He clears his throat. "Ahem. In any case. I appreciate your offer for help, believe me, I truly do! But the point remains; you do not know if you can trust me to be able to support you, and vice-versa. My interests may involve quite a bit of... trouble. Derring-do." Gerad bites into his kebab. He's nowhere near as voracious as Teta, because he is civilized, and actually dangerously out of his realm eating without a fork and knife. "I'm looking for a castle, which I believe to be, for the moment, near a magical cave hidden within the very desert you crossed. There are two elements I need to collect in order to access the cave." Gerad looks to Teta, earnest. "The issue is figuring out exactly -where- the scarab halves are. Once I've found them, of course, I'm offering fair partitions of the take to anybody willing to help me. It's only fair, after all."

:'''[[Teta]] has posed:''' Teta returns the spear to its owner, accepting the kebab and taking it a bit more slowly this time. She smiles and bows her head in thanks at the compliment of her appearance, but for now she seems to just stop talking and listen. "Will this involve fighting? Or at least //maybe// involve such?" she finally asks. "That is about the only skill I have, and I would relish the opportunity to do battle in your service. If you are unsure if you can trust me, then I will go through whatever tests are needed to prove myself." Teta finishes off the rest of the kebab meat and then balances the stick on the tip of one finger, bouncing the fingertip a few times and then flipping the skewer into the air, only to catch it upon fingertip again. "This sounds like a challenging task, and if my skills are acceptable, I will accompany you and fight on your behalf solely for that challenge and as recompense for your kindness. I have no real use for wealth, so if that is what lies at the end of this adventure, you should keep it for yourself." Teta then springs up from the chair, her tail unwrapping from about her waist. She offers the skewer back, and says, "Do you have any idea where to start? Are there in the city who deal in scarab-related goods? A collector of relics who could be questioned? Perhaps even visiting that huge structure over there..." Teta points to the palace. "I am sure there are many people who live there we could speak to."

:'''[[Gerad Iron Fogair]] has posed:''' Gerad blinks blearily out at the castle, while occasionally flipping his attention to Teta's kebab-juggling over next to him. Mild surprise at that - she's probably not lying about being good in a scrap! "I assure you, you've more talent than you pretend to, but... hm. There's probably going to be quite a bit of fighting. Almost undoubtedly." His tutor would kill him for the sloppy language he's been using lately. He double-takes when Teta states she doesn't want anything from the haul. Go figure; a noble person amongst all the wastrels he's been encountering lately? Another female party-member? He doesn't mind, but... dang. Something's in the water here. For now, Gerad stands tall, and excuses himself with a stretch. "I don't have any idea where to start, but the Palace may be the right place - I think you're onto something. I'm excited to have met you, Ms. Teta - and hope you find Agrabah to be as exciting as you imagine it to be. I'm going to go downstairs and purchase a room for you for the evening; you'll have access to a bath and food, as well. Just tell the innkeeper that Gerad is handling your bill." A yawn. He's tired! "Before I retire, my lady... is there anything else I might do for you? Questions you have, interests you wish to follow? I am ever at your disposal."

:'''[[Teta]] has posed:''' Teta smiles brightly that her suggestion was a good one. She wasn't entirely sure, but it seemed logical. Some place that huge has to have tons of people or at least some very, very important ones. Whether many people who will be exposed to much more information than a small number of people or important people who like to know what's going on and thus keeps tabs on that sort of thing... Either way, she bows once more, and says, "Thank you very much, Gerad. If there is a title I should call you by, please let me know." Such generosity from people she has just met! It seems the worlds outside her own aren't so different after all! ...Just wait until she runs into all the selfish jerks that also inhabit the various worlds. When she straightens up she says only, "I would enjoy the opportunity to see more of this city and learn how life works here. If you could guide me a bit or allow me to follow you as you go about your business, this visit to Agg-ra-bah would be a wonderful learning opportunity. However, that is for the future. For now, rest well. Once again, thank you!" She then walks to the edge of the roof, turns to give one more bow, and then leaps off to land safely on the street below. ...M-maybe they don't have stairs where she comes from?

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-07-18T00:12:18Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Gerad
|middlename=Iron
|lastname=Fogair
|age=27
|image=bedgar.jpg
|caption=~Ladies~
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=170 lbs
|series=FF6
|styles=Rogue Toolsman
|hometown=Varies, depending on who you ask
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=The Returners
|occupation=Notorious Rapscallion, Repairman
|themesong=I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
|quote="Listen, my lady, I've been 'Gerad' all my life!"
|footer=Gerad understands there is a castle underneath the sands of the deserts outside of Agrabah. He's looking for a way underground that doesn't involve earthquakes.
}}

=Profile=
Gerad "Iron" Fogair is a notorious criminal renowned throughout the desert cities of Agrabah for deeds numerous and chiefly nonspecific - "Iron" is a man who gets by on word of mouth more than strength of arm. Or does he? That's how mysterious he is. Rumors abound regarding Gerad's infamous heists, especially those about
the one time he took that thing, from that place - did you hear about that? You most certainly did. In fact, while
you were busy gawping at the latest story you've heard regarding Gerad's incredible feats of dexterity and guile, he's
been busy working your lady over with his amazing eyes and smile. Eyes, blue like the desert skies! Teeth, white
like ivory! Maybe!

=Skills=
He'd (verb) Your Mama's (Noun) For A Nickel, Home Invader, Stealing Hearts Everywhere(;D), Did You Hear About The One Time He Mumblemumble In The Mumblemumble, Robs Home, Fixes Everything, Why Is He So Handy, Compulsory Toolsman, Tells Ladies He's A "Toolsman", Steampunk Anti-Santa

=Relationships=

===Friends===
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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[The Returners]]|| Forces of Restoration || The Returners || Gerad and The Returners go quite a ways back. He's got a problem with authority, and so do they!
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || She's 18.
|-
|[[Alma Hyral]] || Forces of Restoration || [[Alexander Academy]] || Sort of obnoxious, but she's trying! She's trying real hard!
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || Can beat Gerad in an arm-wrestling match, which is how you win a bandit's friendship. It's a fact.
|}

[[File:Edgar2.jpg|thumb|right|~Lllllllladiessssss~]]

===Neutrals===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Akari Seran]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || This young, mangled man is probably one of the angriest people Gerad has met. Will he buy Gerad a beer?! That would elevate him to Friendly status despite saying hello with fists.
|-
||[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || She's 17. Despite this, she tries to keep her friend [[Akari Seran]] from murdering innocent toolsmen, which is a point in her favor.
|}

[[File:Edgar3.jpg|thumb|right|Ladies~ ;)]]

===Enemies===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Gestahlian Empire]] || Forces of Ruin || Gestahlian Empire || Certain castles wouldn't be under certain deserts if you jerks didn't push limits all the time!
|-
|}

[[File:Edgar4.png|thumb|right|>Ladies<]]

=Abilities And Tools=

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Description
|-
|'''Iron Spear''' || It's a spear. One day Gerad's going to find a great spear, but it isn't today.
|-
|'''Mechanical Genius''' || Gerad is a man who has a good time with machines. We're talking 'Mythril Man TP' good times with machines.
|-
|'''Auto Crossbow''' || A crossbow that shoots a frankly upsetting amount of quarrels at a frankly upsetting rate.
|-
|'''Sand Blaster''' || Do you like sand in your eyes? You HATE sand in your eyes.
|-
|'''Drill''' || ;D
|-
|'''Phosphor Dust And Strikers''' || Gerad has spark strikers fitted into adjacent aspects of his rings. He's got phosphorous up his sleeves most any day of the week. The two, when combined, make fire.
|-
|'''Chainsaw''' || A chainsaw. --A Chainsaw.--
|-
|'''Thief Skills''' || Unlike, say, [[Locke Cole]], Gerad is actually completely miserable at thieving. He's very good at lying.
|}

[[File:Edgar5.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES LOOK AT ME]]

=The List=

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Terra Branford]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || This chick is kind of freaky, but needs help, and Gerad wants to help her. It helps that she's freaky -gorgeous-.
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || Her hair's kind of freakishly long, but she's got a good sense of humor! And she's legal!
|-
|[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || There was this magical moment in the desert, right before Gerad smothered her in confectioner's sugar...
|}

[[File:Edgar6.jpg|thumb|right|aldeis~]]

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

[[File:Edgar7.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES DO YOU LIKE CHICKEN WINGS I HAVE THEM PLEASE, LADIES]]

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-07-14T21:59:39Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Gerad
|middlename=Iron
|lastname=Fogair
|age=27
|image=bedgar.jpg
|caption=~Ladies~
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=170 lbs
|series=FF6
|styles=Rogue Toolsman
|hometown=Varies, depending on who you ask
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=The Returners
|occupation=Notorious Rapscallion, Repairman
|themesong=I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
|quote="Listen, my lady, I've been 'Gerad' all my life!"
|footer=Gerad understands there is a castle underneath the sands of the deserts outside of Agrabah. He's looking for a way underground that doesn't involve earthquakes.
}}

=Profile=
Gerad "Iron" Fogair is a notorious criminal renowned throughout the desert cities of Agrabah for deeds numerous and chiefly nonspecific - "Iron" is a man who gets by on word of mouth more than strength of arm. Or does he? That's how mysterious he is. Rumors abound regarding Gerad's infamous heists, especially those about
the one time he took that thing, from that place - did you hear about that? You most certainly did. In fact, while
you were busy gawping at the latest story you've heard regarding Gerad's incredible feats of dexterity and guile, he's
been busy working your lady over with his amazing eyes and smile. Eyes, blue like the desert skies! Teeth, white
like ivory! Maybe!

=Skills=
He'd (verb) Your Mama's (Noun) For A Nickel, Home Invader, Stealing Hearts Everywhere(;D), Did You Hear About The One Time He Mumblemumble In The Mumblemumble, Robs Home, Fixes Everything, Why Is He So Handy, Compulsory Toolsman, Tells Ladies He's A "Toolsman", Steampunk Anti-Santa

=Relationships=

===Friends===
{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[The Returners]]|| Forces of Restoration || The Returners || Gerad and The Returners go quite a ways back. He's got a problem with authority, and so do they!
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || She's 18.
|-
|[[Alma Hyral]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || Sort of obnoxious, but she's trying! She's trying real hard!
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || Can beat Gerad in an arm-wrestling match, which is how you win a bandit's friendship. It's a fact.
|}

[[File:Edgar2.jpg|thumb|right|~Lllllllladiessssss~]]

===Neutrals===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Akari Seran]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || This young, mangled man is probably one of the angriest people Gerad has met. Will he buy Gerad a beer?! That would elevate him to Friendly status despite saying hello with fists.
|-
||Cupcake || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || She's 17. Despite this, she tries to keep her friend [[Akari Seran]] from murdering innocent toolsmen, which is a point in her favor.
|}

[[File:Edgar3.jpg|thumb|right|Ladies~ ;)]]

===Enemies===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Gestahlian Empire]] || Forces of Ruin || Gestahlian Empire || Certain castles wouldn't be under certain deserts if you jerks didn't push limits all the time!
|-
|}

[[File:Edgar4.png|thumb|right|>Ladies<]]

=Abilities And Tools=

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Description
|-
|'''Iron Spear''' || It's a spear. One day Gerad's going to find a great spear, but it isn't today.
|-
|'''Mechanical Genius''' || Gerad is a man who has a good time with machines. We're talking 'Mythril Man TP' good times with machines.
|-
|'''Auto Crossbow''' || A crossbow that shoots a frankly upsetting amount of quarrels at a frankly upsetting rate.
|-
|'''Sand Blaster''' || Do you like sand in your eyes? You HATE sand in your eyes.
|-
|'''Drill''' || ;D
|-
|'''Phosphor Dust And Strikers''' || Gerad has spark strikers fitted into adjacent aspects of his rings. He's got phosphorous up his sleeves most any day of the week. The two, when combined, make fire.
|-
|'''Chainsaw''' || A chainsaw. --A Chainsaw.--
|-
|'''Thief Skills''' || Unlike, say, [[Locke Cole]], Gerad is actually completely miserable at thieving. He's very good at lying.
|}

[[File:Edgar5.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES LOOK AT ME]]

=The List=

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Terra Branford]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || This chick is kind of freaky, but needs help, and Gerad wants to help her. It helps that she's freaky -gorgeous-.
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || Her hair's kind of freakishly long, but she's got a good sense of humor! And she's legal!
|-
|Cupcake || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || There was this magical moment in the desert, right before Gerad smothered her in confectioner's sugar...
|}

[[File:Edgar6.jpg|thumb|right|aldeis~]]

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

[[File:Edgar7.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES DO YOU LIKE CHICKEN WINGS I HAVE THEM PLEASE, LADIES]]

File:Edgar7.jpg

2013-07-14T21:58:27Z

Eric:

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-07-14T21:26:17Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Gerad
|middlename=Iron
|lastname=Fogair
|age=27
|image=bedgar.jpg
|caption=~Ladies~
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=170 lbs
|series=FF6
|styles=Rogue Toolsman
|hometown=Varies, depending on who you ask
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=The Returners
|occupation=Notorious Rapscallion, Repairman
|themesong=I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
|quote="Listen, my lady, I've been 'Gerad' all my life!"
|footer=Gerad understands there is a castle underneath the sands of the deserts outside of Agrabah. He's looking for a way underground that doesn't involve earthquakes.
}}

=Profile=
Gerad "Iron" Fogair is a notorious criminal renowned throughout the desert cities of Agrabah for deeds numerous and chiefly nonspecific - "Iron" is a man who gets by on word of mouth more than strength of arm. Or does he? That's how mysterious he is. Rumors abound regarding Gerad's infamous heists, especially those about
the one time he took that thing, from that place - did you hear about that? You most certainly did. In fact, while
you were busy gawping at the latest story you've heard regarding Gerad's incredible feats of dexterity and guile, he's
been busy working your lady over with his amazing eyes and smile. Eyes, blue like the desert skies! Teeth, white
like ivory! Maybe!

=Skills=
He'd (verb) Your Mama's (Noun) For A Nickel, Home Invader, Stealing Hearts Everywhere(;D), Did You Hear About The One Time He Mumblemumble In The Mumblemumble, Robs Home, Fixes Everything, Why Is He So Handy, Compulsory Toolsman, Tells Ladies He's A "Toolsman", Steampunk Anti-Santa

=Relationships=

===Friends===
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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[The Returners]]|| Forces of Restoration || The Returners || Gerad and The Returners go quite a ways back. He's got a problem with authority, and so do they!
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || She's 18.
|-
|[[Alma Hyral]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || Sort of obnoxious, but she's trying! She's trying real hard!
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || Can beat Gerad in an arm-wrestling match, which is how you win a bandit's friendship. It's a fact.
|}

[[File:Edgar2.jpg|thumb|right|~Lllllllladiessssss~]]

===Neutrals===

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Akari Seran]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || This young, mangled man is probably one of the angriest people Gerad has met. Will he buy Gerad a beer?! That would elevate him to Friendly status despite saying hello with fists.
|-
||Cupcake || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || She's 17. Despite this, she tries to keep her friend [[Akari Seran]] from murdering innocent toolsmen, which is a point in her favor.
|}

[[File:Edgar3.jpg|thumb|right|Ladies~ ;)]]

===Enemies===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Gestahlian Empire]] || Forces of Ruin || Gestahlian Empire || Certain castles wouldn't be under certain deserts if you jerks didn't push limits all the time!
|-
|}

[[File:Edgar4.png|thumb|right|>Ladies<]]

=Abilities And Tools=

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Description
|-
|'''Iron Spear''' || It's a spear. One day Gerad's going to find a great spear, but it isn't today.
|-
|'''Mechanical Genius''' || Gerad is a man who has a good time with machines. We're talking 'Mythril Man TP' good times with machines.
|-
|'''Auto Crossbow''' || A crossbow that shoots a frankly upsetting amount of quarrels at a frankly upsetting rate.
|-
|'''Sand Blaster''' || Do you like sand in your eyes? You HATE sand in your eyes.
|-
|'''Drill''' || ;D
|-
|'''Phosphor Dust And Strikers''' || Gerad has spark strikers fitted into adjacent aspects of his rings. He's got phosphorous up his sleeves most any day of the week. The two, when combined, make fire.
|-
|'''Chainsaw''' || A chainsaw. --A Chainsaw.--
|-
|'''Thief Skills''' || Unlike, say, [[Locke Cole]], Gerad is actually completely miserable at thieving. He's very good at lying.
|}

[[File:Edgar5.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES LOOK AT ME]]

=The List=

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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Terra Branford]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || This chick is kind of freaky, but needs help, and Gerad wants to help her. It helps that she's freaky -gorgeous-.
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || Her hair's kind of freakishly long, but she's got a good sense of humor! And she's legal!
|-
|Cupcake || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || There was this magical moment in the desert, right before Gerad smothered her in confectioner's sugar...
|}

[[File:Edgar6.jpg|thumb|right|aldeis~]]

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

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-07-14T21:24:33Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Gerad
|middlename=Iron
|lastname=Fogair
|age=27
|image=bedgar.jpg
|caption=~Ladies~
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=170 lbs
|series=FF6
|styles=Rogue Toolsman
|hometown=Varies, depending on who you ask
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=The Returners
|occupation=Notorious Rapscallion, Repairman
|themesong=I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
|quote="Listen, my lady, I've been 'Gerad' all my life!"
|footer=Gerad understands there is a castle underneath the sands of the deserts outside of Agrabah. He's looking for a way underground that doesn't involve earthquakes.
}}

=Profile=
Gerad "Iron" Fogair is a notorious criminal renowned throughout the desert cities of Agrabah for deeds numerous and chiefly nonspecific - "Iron" is a man who gets by on word of mouth more than strength of arm. Or does he? That's how mysterious he is. Rumors abound regarding Gerad's infamous heists, especially those about
the one time he took that thing, from that place - did you hear about that? You most certainly did. In fact, while
you were busy gawping at the latest story you've heard regarding Gerad's incredible feats of dexterity and guile, he's
been busy working your lady over with his amazing eyes and smile. Eyes, blue like the desert skies! Teeth, white
like ivory! Maybe!

=Skills=
He'd (verb) Your Mama's (Noun) For A Nickel, Home Invader, Stealing Hearts Everywhere(;D), Did You Hear About The One Time He Mumblemumble In The Mumblemumble, Robs Home, Fixes Everything, Why Is He So Handy, Compulsory Toolsman, Tells Ladies He's A "Toolsman", Steampunk Anti-Santa

=Relationships=

===Friends===
{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[The Returners]]|| Forces of Restoration || The Returners || Gerad and The Returners go quite a ways back. He's got a problem with authority, and so do they!
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || She's 18.
|-
|[[Alma Hyral]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || Sort of obnoxious, but she's trying! She's trying real hard!
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || Can beat Gerad in an arm-wrestling match, which is how you win a bandit's friendship. It's a fact.
|}

[[File:Edgar2.jpg|thumb|right|~Lllllllladiessssss~]]

===Neutrals===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Akari Seran]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || This young, mangled man is probably one of the angriest people Gerad has met. Will he buy Gerad a beer?! That would elevate him to Friendly status despite saying hello with fists.
|-
||Cupcake || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || She's 17. Despite this, she tries to keep her friend [[Akari Seran]] from murdering innocent toolsmen, which is a point in her favor.
|}

[[File:Edgar3.jpg|thumb|right|Ladies~ ;)]]

===Enemies===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Gestahlian Empire]] || Forces of Ruin || Gestahlian Empire || Certain castles wouldn't be under certain deserts if you jerks didn't push limits all the time!
|-
|}

[[File:Edgar4.png|thumb|right|>Ladies<]]

=Abilities And Tools=

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Description
|-
|'''Iron Spear''' || It's a spear. One day Gerad's going to find a great spear, but it isn't today.
|-
|'''Mechanical Genius''' || Gerad is a man who has a good time with machines. We're talking 'Mythril Man TP' good times with machines.
|-
|'''Auto Crossbow''' || A crossbow that shoots a frankly upsetting amount of quarrels at a frankly upsetting rate.
|-
|'''Sand Blaster''' || Do you like sand in your eyes? You HATE sand in your eyes.
|-
|'''Drill''' || ;D
|-
|'''Phosphor Dust And Strikers''' || Gerad has spark strikers fitted into adjacent aspects of his rings. He's got phosphorous up his sleeves most any day of the week. The two, when combined, make fire.
|-
|'''Chainsaw''' || A chainsaw. --A Chainsaw.--
|-
|'''Thief Skills''' || Unlike, say, [[Locke Cole]], Gerad is actually completely miserable at thieving. He's very good at lying.
|}

[[File:Edgar5.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES LOOK AT ME]]

===The List===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Terra Branford]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || This chick is kind of freaky, but needs help, and Gerad wants to help her. It helps that she's freaky -gorgeous-.
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || Her hair's kind of freakishly long, but she's got a good sense of humor! And she's legal!
|-
|Cupcake || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || There was this magical moment in the desert, right before Gerad smothered her in confectioner's sugar...
|}

[[File:Edgar6.jpg|thumb|right|aldeis~]]

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

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-07-14T21:22:08Z

Eric:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Gerad
|middlename=Iron
|lastname=Fogair
|age=27
|image=bedgar.jpg
|caption=~Ladies~
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6'0
|weight=170 lbs
|series=FF6
|styles=Rogue Toolsman
|hometown=Varies, depending on who you ask
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=The Returners
|occupation=Notorious Rapscallion, Repairman
|themesong=I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk
|quote="Listen, my lady, I've been 'Gerad' all my life!"
|footer=Gerad understands there is a castle underneath the sands of the deserts outside of Agrabah. He's looking for a way underground that doesn't involve earthquakes.
}}

=Profile=
Gerad "Iron" Fogair is a notorious criminal renowned throughout the desert cities of Agrabah for deeds numerous and chiefly nonspecific - "Iron" is a man who gets by on word of mouth more than strength of arm. Or does he? That's how mysterious he is. Rumors abound regarding Gerad's infamous heists, especially those about
the one time he took that thing, from that place - did you hear about that? You most certainly did. In fact, while
you were busy gawping at the latest story you've heard regarding Gerad's incredible feats of dexterity and guile, he's
been busy working your lady over with his amazing eyes and smile. Eyes, blue like the desert skies! Teeth, white
like ivory! Maybe!

=Skills=
He'd (verb) Your Mama's (Noun) For A Nickel, Home Invader, Stealing Hearts Everywhere(;D), Did You Hear About The One Time He Mumblemumble In The Mumblemumble, Robs Home, Fixes Everything, Why Is He So Handy, Compulsory Toolsman, Tells Ladies He's A "Toolsman", Steampunk Anti-Santa

=Relationships=

===Friends===
{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[The Returners]]|| Forces of Restoration || The Returners || Gerad and The Returners go quite a ways back. He's got a problem with authority, and so do they!
|-
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || She's 18.
|-
|[[Alma Hyral]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || Sort of obnoxious, but she's trying! She's trying real hard!
|-
|[[Sabin Rene Figaro]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || Can beat Gerad in an arm-wrestling match, which is how you win a bandit's friendship. It's a fact.
|}

[[File:Edgar2.jpg|thumb|right|~Lllllllladiessssss~]]

===Neutrals===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Akari Seran]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || This young, mangled man is probably one of the angriest people Gerad has met. Will he buy Gerad a beer?! That would elevate him to Friendly status despite saying hello with fists.
|-
|[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || She's 17. Despite this, she tries to keep her friend [[Akari Seran]] from murdering innocent toolsmen, which is a point in her favor.
|}

[[File:Edgar3.jpg|thumb|right|Ladies~ ;)]]

===Enemies===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Gestahlian Empire]] || Forces of Ruin || Gestahlian Empire || Certain castles wouldn't be under certain deserts if you jerks didn't push limits all the time!
|-
|}

[[File:Edgar4.jpg|thumb|right|>Ladies<]]

=Abilities And Tools=

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Description
|-
|'''Iron Spear''' || It's a spear. One day Gerad's going to find a great spear, but it isn't today.
|-
|'''Mechanical Genius''' || Gerad is a man who has a good time with machines. We're talking 'Mythril Man TP' good times with machines.
|-
|'''Auto Crossbow''' || A crossbow that shoots a frankly upsetting amount of quarrels at a frankly upsetting rate.
|-
|'''Sand Blaster''' || Do you like sand in your eyes? You HATE sand in your eyes.
|-
|'''Drill''' || ;D
|-
|'''Phosphor Dust And Strikers''' || Gerad has spark strikers fitted into adjacent aspects of his rings. He's got phosphorous up his sleeves most any day of the week. The two, when combined, make fire.
|-
|'''Chainsaw''' || A chainsaw. --A Chainsaw.--
|-
|'''Thief Skills''' || Unlike, say, [[Locke Cole]], Gerad is actually completely miserable at thieving. He's very good at lying.
|}

[[File:Edgar5.jpg|thumb|right|LADIES LOOK AT ME]]

===The List===

{|border = "1" cellpadding = "2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|[[Terra Branford]] || Forces of Restoration || [[The Returners]] || This chick is kind of freaky, but needs help, and Gerad wants to help her. It helps that she's freaky -gorgeous-.
|[[Rapunzel]] || Wandering Force || Unaffiliated || Her hair's kind of freakishly long, but she's got a good sense of humor! And she's legal!
|-
|[[Aeschere Childs|Cupcake]] || Wandering Force || [[Alexander Academy]] || There was this magical moment in the desert, right before Gerad smothered her in confectioner's sugar...
|}

[[File:Edgar6.jpg|thumb|right|aldeis~]]

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

File:Edgar6.jpg

2013-07-14T21:20:57Z

Eric:

File:Edgar5.jpg

2013-07-14T21:14:12Z

Eric:

File:Edgar4.png

2013-07-14T21:07:23Z

Eric:

File:Edgar3.jpg

2013-07-14T21:02:55Z

Eric:

File:Edgar2.jpg

2013-07-14T20:54:30Z

Eric:

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-07-14T20:31:46Z

Eric:

Gerad Iron Fogair

2013-07-14T20:29:42Z

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2013-07-14T20:25:29Z

Eric: